Chapter 707 - 282: Ten Absolutes (2)

"I do not know." Chen Qing shook his head, humbly seeking guidance.

"The true power of the Ten Extremes Spear Technique lies in fusion."

Luo Zhixian’s gaze was profound. "The ten completely different, even contradictory Spear Intents do not exist in isolation. They can be fused, unleashing a terrifying power far greater than the sum of individual Spear Intents!"

"Fusing Spear Intents?" Chen Qing was puzzled. This concept was beyond his current understanding.

"That’s right."

Luo Zhixian affirmed, "For example, fusing the magnificent Righteous Qi of ’True Martial’ with the treacherous killing intent of ’Soul Chaser,’ or combining the ultimate speed of ’Thunder Shock’ with the absolute defense of ’Immovable’... The path of fusion is ever-changing and resides within the heart and mind. However, this process is exceedingly difficult. It requires a deep comprehension of each Spear Intent and finding the subtle point of balance and resonance between them."

He paused for a moment before continuing, "In the future, should you achieve some success, the more Spear Intents you fuse, the more its power will grow exponentially. A quantitative change will lead to a qualitative one. You might even be able to touch upon your own ’Realm’ through this."

"A Realm?" Chen Qing murmured.

"It is a state that cannot be described, only understood intuitively."

Luo Zhixian shook his head. "But all that is still far off. Your current task is to master these ten Spear Techniques one by one, condense their corresponding Spear Intents, and build the most solid foundation."

Chen Qing nodded silently, but a storm was already raging in his heart.

’Fusing multiple Spear Intents... A quantitative change leading to a qualitative one, touching upon the Realm...’

The two discussed some fundamental concepts of Spear Intent fusion and the entry-level essentials of the Ten Extremes Spear Technique for a while longer before Chen Qing respectfully took his leave.

Watching Chen Qing’s steady, thoughtful back as he departed, Luo Zhixian stood in the courtyard with his hands clasped behind him, silent for a long time.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a golden fringe around him. A complex expression appeared on his usually impassive face.

After a long while, Luo Zhixian withdrew his gaze, turned, and called over an old servant. "Take this fish head," he instructed, "and make a fine fish head soup."

"Yes, Peak Master."

The old servant quickly and respectfully complied.

...

When Chen Qing returned to his small courtyard, a fragrant aroma already filled the air.

"Brother Chen, the fish is ready," Perilla said with a smile, coming forward to greet him.

Her culinary skills were superb. She had prepared the Golden Scale Red Shadow Trout to perfection; the flesh was pearly white, the broth a rich gold.

"Good."

Chen Qing nodded, sat down, and picked up his Jade Chopsticks to taste it.

This Fish King was a great tonic; it would surely boost his Cultivation significantly.

The fish melted in his mouth, its sweet freshness beyond description. A moment later, a warm current rose from his stomach and spread through his limbs and bones.

At first, he felt a comfortable warmth throughout his body, but soon, that current became like a lit signal fire—growing hotter and more violent!

The qi and blood in his body, as if hit by the most intense stimulant, began to surge and roar uncontrollably, like a river that had burst its banks.

Chen Qing’s face turned visibly crimson. Faint white steam even began to rise from the top of his head. The qi and blood surging beneath his skin made his entire body seem to have swelled.

"Brother Chen, what’s wrong?"

Qing Dai was the first to notice something was amiss. She hurried forward and asked with concern, her beautiful eyes filled with worry.

Perilla and Su Yue also gathered around. Seeing Chen Qing’s flushed face and trembling body, they all grew a little panicked.

"I’m... I’m fine."

Chen Qing shook his head, then stood up and waved a hand at the women. "I’ll just go back to my room and regulate my breathing for a moment."

With that, he didn’t linger, returning to his Quiet Chamber with unusual speed and shutting the door tightly.

The women looked at each other outside, all at a loss for what to do.

Just then, Su Wen spoke softly, "This Fish King is a forty-five-year-old Heaven and Earth Spiritual Object. The Essence of Qi and Blood it contains is too immense and tyrannical. An ordinary Astral Force expert might suffer from painfully swollen meridians just from a single bite, their body too weak to handle the nourishment. Although Brother Chen has a high Cultivation and also practices a Body Cultivation Technique, by consuming so much at once, he’s likely struggling to control it all, causing his qi and blood to run rampant."

"Struggling to control it? Will he be in danger?" Perilla asked urgently.

"I doubt he’s in any real danger. Brother Chen’s foundation is solid; he should be able to resolve it. It’s just that the process is probably going to be unpleasant," Su Wen analyzed.

The women exchanged a look, and all breathed a small sigh of relief.

Inside the Quiet Chamber, Chen Qing sat cross-legged, his brow tightly furrowed.

The situation inside his body was far worse than it appeared on the outside.

The torrent of qi and blood from the Fish King was like an unbridled wild horse, rampaging through his meridians. The scorching heat felt as if it would ignite him from the inside out, and a tearing, bloating pain spread through his limbs and bones.

’What tyrannical medicinal power!’

Chen Qing didn’t dare to be careless. He immediately focused his Heart and Spirit and began to circulate the Dragon Elephant Wisdom Vajra Body technique with all his might.

HUMMM!

The qi and blood in his body, as if guided by a great, invisible hand, began to circulate frantically along a profound path.

Faintly, the roars of dragons and trumpeting of elephants seemed to emerge from the depths of his body, deep and immense.

A dark golden light flowed ceaselessly over the surface of his skin, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, locked in a tug-of-war with the violent qi and blood inside him.

Every surge of the berserk qi and blood was like a giant hammer forging iron.

In the constant cycle of consumption and replenishment, his qi and blood grew ever purer and more condensed, becoming like mercury tempered a thousand times over—heavy and full of Power.

After an unknown amount of time, the tsunami-like tide of qi and blood finally began to subside. It transformed into a docile yet majestic energy that completely merged with his limbs and bones.

An unprecedented feeling of fullness and power surged through his entire body, as if his Flesh Body had undergone a complete transformation.