12dz Chapter 84 This kid has a dragon hidden inside him
Chapter 84 This kid has a dragon hidden inside him
The sled finally returned to Han Laosan's home at the foot of the icy mountain on the evening of the second day.
When Han Laosan's wife, a middle-aged woman of similarly tall stature, saw her husband return with a seriously injured old Taoist priest and an unconscious young man, she was greatly startled.
"Honey, what's wrong?"
"Stop asking questions, just help!"
Han Laosan didn't have time to explain. Together with his wife, they hurriedly settled the old Taoist master and Ma Cong down.
Inside the warm, spring-like ice cave, the old celestial master was helped to rest on a bed covered with thick animal hides.
Ma Cong, on the other hand, was placed in a separate room.
Han Laosan's wife was very perceptive. Knowing that the old immortal's friend was no ordinary person, she specially gave up her and her husband's bed, which was covered with the softest and thickest snow fox fur.
After settling everything in, Han Laosan pulled his wife aside, lowered his voice, and recounted the events of the past two days, embellishing them (of course, the version told by the Old Master).
When Han Laosan's wife heard the words "Eternal Ice Demon," "Seal," and "Saving her at all costs," she turned pale with fright, clasped her hands together, and kept praying for the mountain god's protection.
"Alright, stop reading," Han Laosan interrupted her. "Go and boil some water and make some ginseng soup to nourish the old immortal. As for that young man, let's not disturb him; let him rest well."
"Okay, I know, I'll go right now!"
The woman dared not delay and hurriedly went to prepare.
Inside the room, the old master sat cross-legged on the bed, not in a hurry to drink the ginseng soup, but first circulated his internal energy to regulate his breathing.
The wound on his shoulder had stopped bleeding after a night of healing, but the chilling black energy still clung to his meridians like a maggot, requiring him to constantly divert his attention to suppress and refine it.
"The power of the Heavenly Gang True Immortal is indeed domineering."
The old master cursed inwardly.
If he hadn't cultivated the extremely yang and powerful Longhu Mountain Thunder Technique, any other cultivator who had reached the Core Formation stage would probably have had half their body crippled if they had been hit by this move.
It took him a full hour to regulate his internal energy and feel more comfortable.
Then he got up and went to the room next door where Ma Cong was staying.
Ma Cong lay quietly on the bed, his eyes closed, his breathing long and steady, his face rosy. He did not look seriously injured or exhausted at all; instead, he seemed to be fast asleep.
If you didn't know the background, no one would guess that this young man had just gone through a life-or-death battle and was still unconscious.
The old master walked to the bedside, sat down, and once again reached out and placed his hand on Ma Cong's wrist.
His pulse was steady and strong, brimming with explosive energy.
The old master frowned.
Something's not right, something's very wrong.
Logically speaking, after using that forbidden technique that overdraws one's life force and unleashes potential, the body should be in an extremely weak state, with a weak and feeble pulse.
But Ma Cong doesn't look weak at all in his current state.
His pulse is even stronger than it was before he was injured!
"This kid..."
The old celestial master was filled with doubt. He separated a wisp of pure yang energy and carefully probed it into Ma Cong's body, wanting to find out the truth.
The vital energy flowed along Ma Cong's meridians.
His meridians are broad and resilient, far surpassing those of martial artists of the same level.
Within the dantian, the "dan" formed from platinum-gold qi was slowly rotating, emanating a profound aura that combined strength and gentleness, yin and yang.
Everything is normal, in fact, it couldn't be better.
The old celestial master's true energy continued to rise, probing into Ma Cong's limbs and bones.
When his true energy touched Ma Cong's bones, the old master's pupils suddenly contracted!
His divine sense "saw" that Ma Cong's bones, especially his hand bones, had a warm and smooth texture, covered with fine, naturally formed golden patterns.
The density and strength of the bones reached an unbelievable level!
"This...this is...the Jade Bone Golden Body!"
The old master cried out, but fortunately he covered his mouth in time.
He stared intently at Ma Cong, his eyes filled with horror.
Jade bones and golden body—that's the legendary symbol of physical sainthood!
Martial arts training progresses from refining the skin, to refining the flesh, then to refining the tendons and bones, and finally to refining the marrow and exchanging blood.
The Bone Refining Realm is further divided into three sub-stages: refining the bones of the limbs, refining the bones of the torso, and refining the skull.
Only by tempering the entire skeletal system to its limit can one possibly reach new heights, undergo a qualitative change in the bones, and transform acquired mortal bones into innate jade bones, which is known as "Jade Bone Golden Body"!
Once the Jade Bone Golden Body is mastered, the physical body becomes indestructible, possessing immense strength, and every movement exudes great power. More importantly, the jade bones naturally develop golden patterns, which can significantly enhance the body's recovery ability and affinity with the primordial energy of heaven and earth.
This is the ultimate realm that countless body-refining martial artists dream of!
However, as far as he knew, no one in this era could reach that level!
Let alone having a jade-like body and golden bones, even those who have mastered bone refining and tempered their entire skeletal structure are extremely rare.
He himself only barely managed to temper his limb bones.
Ma Cong had just completed the tempering of his hand bones a few days ago at Longhu Mountain.
It's only been a few days?
He then achieved the Jade Bone and Golden Body.
The old master felt that his worldview had been overturned once again.
He examined it carefully and found that Ma Cong's jade bones and golden body did not seem to be complete. The jadeification was mainly concentrated on the limbs and spine, while the torso and skull were less jadeified.
Even so, it's still shocking enough!
"I see... I see..."
The old master muttered to himself, as if he understood something.
Why is Ma Cong's pulse so strong? Why does his body show no signs of weakness despite being unconscious?
He is not weakening, he is transforming!
The terrifying power of "Heroic Spirit Fusion" within him, though it receded after killing Xuanming, did not completely disappear.
A portion of it was retained by his powerful physical body.
At this moment, his body is instinctively absorbing these remaining powers to temper his bones and perfect his jade-boned golden body!
He's actually turned misfortune into good fortune!
Once he understood this, the old master looked at Ma Cong as if he were looking at a rare treasure.
Envy, jealousy, but mostly, amazement.
"Is there a real dragon hiding inside this kid?"
The old master shook his head, clicking his tongue in amazement.
He withdrew his true energy, not daring to disturb Ma Cong's transformation any further.
All he can do now is stay here and wait for him to wake up on his own.
Time passed day by day.
Ma Cong remained unconscious.
The old master's injuries gradually stabilized under the conditioning of ginseng soup and his own internal energy. Although it would take a long time to fully recover, it no longer affected his mobility.
These past few days, besides meditating to heal his injuries, he has stayed in Ma Cong's room, never leaving his side.
The Han couple also realized that things were not simple, and they became even more respectful to the old master, sending him the best food and medicine every day without daring to be negligent in the slightest.
This was the third day that Ma Cong had been in a coma.
As usual, the old master was meditating by the bedside.
Suddenly, he sensed an abnormal fluctuation in the spiritual energy of the room.
Strands and strands of pure primordial energy began to spontaneously converge towards Ma Cong, who was fast asleep on the bed.
At first, it was very slow, like a trickle.
But soon, the speed increased, turning from a trickle into a stream, and then from a stream into a river!
The spiritual energy within the entire ice cave became extremely violent.
A massive vortex of primordial energy formed out of thin air, centered on Ma Cong's body!
"She's about to wake up!"
The old master perked up, quickly got up, retreated to the corner of the wall, and set up a simple soundproof barrier to avoid disturbing Mr. and Mrs. Han outside.
He watched Ma Cong, who was at the center of the vortex, with bated breath.
Ma Cong's body was like a bottomless pit, frantically devouring the surging spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
His skin shone with a jewel-like luster, and golden lines were faintly visible.
This process lasted a full fifteen minutes.
After the last wisp of vital energy was absorbed into the body, the entire room returned to calm.
On the bed, the young man who had been unconscious for three days had his eyelids twitch slightly.