The moonlight was pure as silk, and the spring breeze scattered the clouds across the sky. Moonbeams like flowing water fell over the land, draping it in silver gauze. Lin Zheyu sat outside the carriage, experimenting with a new idea.0

This method won't work either. My knowledge of martial cultivation is too limited. To find a way to halt the Boiling Blood Secret Art is far too difficult. Lin Zheyu tried another approach, but could only shake his head helplessly.1

More than two months had passed, yet he had made little progress. Lin Zheyu's current approach centered on his blood qi, using his vastly superior vitality and bodily control to interrupt the Boiling Blood Secret Art's operation. However, once the technique was activated, it was governed by acupoints throughout the body that burned essence, qi, and spirit as it ran autonomously.0

The method he devised was to use an even greater surge of blood qi to strike at key acupoints. He had refined his burst technique, creating a weaker version to prevent the raging qi from damaging his acupoints. Yet no matter how many times he tried, it never succeeded. Forcing it would...0