MTLNOVEL Chapter 18: Chapter 18: Practice the Kung Fu, Cleanse the Essence and Become Reborn
By the time Wu Tong returned to the academy, dusk had already settled over the campus. Instead of heading to the dormitory, he made his way
By the time Wu Tong returned to the academy, dusk had already settled over the campus. Instead of heading to the dormitory, he made his way to the back mountain.
The mountain at dusk was bathed in a gentle afterglow, radiating an indescribable tranquility. The sky was a vibrant palette, shifting from orange-red in the west to deep blue in the east. The clouds, gilded by the setting sun, looked like nature's finest craftsmanship.
Under the fading light, the mountain's contours softened, draped in a delicate golden veil. Tree branches swayed in the breeze, casting dappled shadows that intertwined with fallen leaves, painting a vivid scene. The rustling leaves beneath his feet whispered of time's passage, each step echoing the years gone by.
The air was laced with the faint scent of grass and earth, inviting deep breaths—nature's gift. In the distance, the murmur of a mountain stream added a crisp, lively rhythm to the serene dusk.
Wu Tong climbed to the summit and stopped before a towering tree.
"This is the place."
According to his research, the Shaoyang Chapter of the Crimson Wheel Scripture couldn't absorb the sun's essence at noon—its intensity would reduce him to ashes. Only the early morning and evening offered the ideal conditions.
Now was the perfect time.
He focused his spirit power and struck the ground. Pure energy surged from his body, stirring the wind into a controlled gust that swept away dust, weeds, and fallen leaves. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the debris tumbling over the nearby cliff.
Satisfied with the cleared patch of earth, Wu Tong sat cross-legged and began his cultivation.
The Crimson Wheel Scripture in Motion
As he closed his eyes, his breathing slowed, syncing with the pulse of the world around him. The energy in the air surged like a tide, responding to his rhythm.
A sliver of sunlight pierced the clouds, bathing him in a faint crimson glow. Within his body, 720 acupoints ignited like miniature stars, invisible to ordinary eyes but blazing brilliantly to their creator.
As dusk deepened, these acupoints awakened, rotating like tiny whirlpools, drawing in the diluted solar energy—Shaoyang Qi. The power merged with the ambient energy, flowing into Wu Tong's meridians like a warm, docile stream.
His skin began to gleam, sheathed in a golden radiance—a sign of excess solar energy condensing on his body's surface. The heat refined his flesh, bones, and blood, purging impurities through his pores.
Black and red toxins seeped out, only to be vaporized by the surrounding solar energy, filling the air with an acrid stench. Wu Tong remained undisturbed, fully immersed in his practice.
His body underwent subtle transformations:
Blood and Qi surged, nourishing every cell and expelling waste more efficiently.
Muscles tightened, enhancing strength and agility while refining his posture.
Organs functioned optimally, balancing his internal systems and boosting metabolism.
Nerves sharpened, heightening reflexes and adaptability.
Though the process was slow, Wu Tong was evolving—step by step, toward perfection.
Rebirth Under the Setting Sun
Time blurred as the sun dipped below the horizon, its lingering light still feeding Wu Tong's cultivation. A golden mist enveloped him, sealing him in a timeless realm where only the flow of solar energy existed.
When the last rays vanished, Wu Tong's eyes snapped open, their pupils flashing with residual Shaoyang Qi. He rose, his posture as firm as an ancient pine, exuding an aura of newfound power.
The energy within his acupoints pulsed through him, filling every fiber of his being. For a moment, he felt invincible—as if he could shatter mountains with a single strike.
But he knew better.
This was just the illusion of rapid growth.
As his senses returned, an overpowering stench assaulted his nose.
"Ugh—what is that?!"
He glanced down. The smell came from him—the impurities burned away during cultivation clung to his skin and clothes.
Disgusted, he channeled Shaoyang Qi to his legs and kicked off the ground, propelling himself away like a phantom. In moments, he found a mountain stream and plunged in, scrubbing furiously.
Three thorough washes later, the stench was gone.
Now bare except for his soaked clothes, Wu Tong resisted the urge to discard them. Instead, he manipulated the stream's water with Shaoyang Qi, lifting a swirling column to cleanse the fabric. The water scoured every fiber until the odor faded.
After drying the clothes with a surge of heat, he dressed, slightly embarrassed.
"I need a storage soul tool. Extra clothes, supplies... better to be prepared."
With that thought, he descended the mountain, his body reborn and his spirit alight with ambition.
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