Chapter 23: Six Meridians Divine Sword?
Dugu Yan's heart still carried one deep fear—memories of her father's torment before his death.
The agony he suffered under his own poison burned clearly in her mind.
It made her wonder—was her grandfather also enduring that same endless torment?
And as for herself… there were signs, clues she didn't want to believe.
Her grandfather never said anything, and she didn't dare ask. The question itself might reopen his pain.
These worries gnawed at her constantly. She had no room left to think about romance or trivial matters.
Ye Lingling watched her silently and sighed.
When their eyes met, sympathy reflected in both—it was the quiet understanding of two lonely souls.
Each was a granddaughter raised by her grandfather alone.
Perhaps that was why they understood each other so deeply—bound by loss, by silence.
Meanwhile, back in the cafeteria—
after Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling left, the noise returned like a tide.
Dugu Feng had already become the day's topic.
From his duel earlier and his brief clash with Dugu Yan, everyone now knew his name.
Even better, his clever words had led to a magnificent misunderstanding.
Everyone assumed that the two were squabbling siblings—an older "sister" scolding her younger "brother" for getting into trouble.
Those who actually had sisters of their own gave him particularly sympathetic looks.
Dugu Yan was known for her domineering temper—few dared cross her.
Teacher Ge Ying chuckled. "Brother Feng, you've got quite the luck with women!"
"Teacher, please—stop laughing at me."
"Call me Brother Ge or Big Brother Ge when it's just us," Ge Ying said teasingly, eyes twinkling. "But take my advice: stay low for now. Both your 'cousin' and Ning Rongrong have plenty of admirers."
You're supposed to be a teacher, Dugu Feng thought. You don't act like one at all.
He could only sigh helplessly. Childhood drama was exhausting.
It even dredged up faded memories from his primary school days back on Blue Star—petty rivalries, playground spats, childish threats.
If they push me too far… maybe a quick snake bite wouldn't be so bad, he thought. It would still fit my age, wouldn't it?
After lunch, Ge Ying led the class to the simulated training fields.
It was an enormous zone—part forest, part hillside—sprawling like several football fields combined, nestled between the academy's lakefront and the mountain base.
There, he divided the children based on progress:
Those without spirit rings meditated to accumulate power, while those with rings practiced their abilities.
Dugu Feng was placed near the forest's edge, only a few dozen meters from the lake. Low shrubs and strange colorful flora surrounded him—many of them highly poisonous. Perfect.
He nodded. It would be his training ground for some time—isolated, undisturbed.
The distance from others suited him just fine.
Slowly, violet mist began rising around him. Within moments, it blanketed an area over a hundred square meters.
Even from afar, the other students noticed. They all instinctively retreated a few steps.
Just as he intended.
The dense miasma formed the perfect barrier, concealing everything within. No one could spy on him here.
His lips parted slightly, releasing two faint streaks of emerald light.
The threads condensed into his palms—two marbled white-and-green orbs glowing softly.
The dan pearls.
"Dan pearls—this is my true trump card," he murmured, rolling them between his fingers and feeling their energy pulse.
"If their energy capacity is a hundred units, then right now they're only at thirty-six. Still sixty-four to go for full power…"
"Too slow. Since awakening my martial spirit three months ago, they've only risen from thirty-three to thirty-six—barely an increase of one per month. Unacceptable."
"The pearl's evolution isn't just about quantity—but quality. More pearls, stronger power, deeper transformation."
He recalled what Old Snake once said:
When Dugu Bo battled the Golden Sacred Dragon, he had paired his dan pearl with his eighth soul skill—amplifying its might beyond limits.
Determination flashed in Dugu Feng's eyes.
The two pearls floated closer to the twin jade serpents slumbering on his wrists.
Under his mental control, they turned into streaks of green light and sank into the serpents' thin bodies.
He had long realized that the pearls were malleable—capable of shrinking, expanding, or merging. They were true relics of mystery.
They could nurture his body while feeding off his blood and venom—a perfect cycle of exchange.
Now, he intended to add the Nine-Sectioned Jades into that same loop, forging a shared cultivation cycle.
The snakes' vitality would fuel the pearls, and the pearls' essence would strengthen them in turn.
Together, the trio would grow stronger far faster than alone.
"One month," he told them sternly. "You two will reach the hundred-year mark and master flight. No freeloading this time—work hard."
"Hisss…"
The serpents responded indignantly, tails twitching.
"I know, yes, yes—you already work hard," Dugu Feng said with an amused smile.
The pair immediately slithered toward a two-meter-tall flowering tree.
One after another, they climbed up and leapt off, wobbling through the air before landing softly—then doing it again.
Watching them struggle so earnestly, Dugu Feng's smile widened. Model workers indeed.
With the pearls feeding them energy, the snakes trained tirelessly. He added a serving of serpentine feed from his soul guide to keep them nourished.
Once everything was settled, he sat cross-legged again.
Drawing in a deep breath, like a whale inhaling water, he reabsorbed all the poison mist into his lungs.
Then, activating his first soul ring, he began channeling the Jade Phosphor Violet Poison through his body.
The venom followed his meridians, gathering in his hands.
But the poison's potency was too high; the meridians in his arms tore painfully.
He immediately repaired the damage with soul power and repeated the process.
Hurt, heal, channel, repeat.
Through this endless cycle, his arm meridians would toughen and adapt—eventually allowing him to release the poison from his palms, swift as blades.
Ha, this is almost like practicing the Six Meridians Divine Sword.
The more he thought about it, the more similar it seemed.
After obtaining his spirit ring, Old Snake had taught him a technique—releasing venom through pressure points in the hands. There were twelve meridians needing reinforcement: the full network of channels that ran through the arms.
These were the body's twelve primary meridians, connecting organs, limbs, and surface—the life currents of all living beings.
Unlike the hidden eight extraordinary vessels, which required breaking open, the twelve were naturally connected pathways.
The legendary Six Meridians Divine Sword from his past life also used the palm's meridians, propelling internal force like lances of energy to strike distant enemies.
That art needed six specific meridians—while Old Snake's poison technique used all twelve.
Each hand contained six—two at the pinkies—allowing a full network to launch the venom like invisible arrows.
Ten-fingered strikes of Jade Phosphor poison, fast as lightning, precise as a sword—capable of piercing defenses and killing with a touch.
The thought alone made his blood stir with excitement.
Six Meridians Divine Sword—Poison Edition, he mused, smirking to himself.
(END CHAPTER)
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