Chapter 177 Consuming Dan

Gulu~

Not long after stopping, An Qisheng's stomach rumbled.

A single Bigu Pill (grain-avoidance pill), had actually been completely digested.

"In this state, my consumption is far greater than usual when practicing boxing."

An Qisheng was somewhat alarmed.

This Bigu Pill was enough for an ordinary Huajin (transformation realm) grandmaster of boxing for seven days to half a month, and even if his consumption was greater, one pill could last for two or three days.

But he had only swallowed this Bigu Pill for half a day.

It was evident that the consumption in this state was enormous.

He took out a Bigu Pill, swallowed it with saliva, and couldn't help but frown slightly:

"The resources of a thousand years ago were far inferior to today's, and the Bigu Pills of that time definitely didn't have the potency of today's. No wonder the teacher's body was thin and weak, and his steps were a bit faltering..."

This time seeing the Saint, An Qisheng had a deeper understanding of the unknowable seventh step above seeing the spirit.

The mind is rooted in the body, and its growth requires nourishment from the body. Without sufficient resources for replenishment, the body will inevitably be unable to support the needs of a powerful mind.

Gradually, the body will become increasingly weak, just like his terminal illness before.

The social environment of a thousand years ago was far from comparable to today's. All kinds of materials and medicinal ingredients were severely lacking. The resources required for martial arts were already enormous, let alone Wang Yangming's state of mind?

"If the teacher had been born in the present, perhaps it would have been different."

An Qisheng sighed softly.

Kung fu, or cultivation, is essentially inseparable from society.

In ancient times, a great master who had reached the realm of seeing the spirit might not appear even once in hundreds of years. But today, there are as many as nine great masters of seeing the spirit in the world.

In the Great Xuan Dynasty alone, not counting the one who died at the hands of Mu Longcheng, there were still three great masters.

This was absolutely impossible to achieve in ancient times.

If one were to step into the seventh step now, even if it was not enough to make up for the deficit in the body, perhaps it would not be so old and faltering.

"If the physical body dies, does the spirit cease to exist as well? With the teacher's state of mind, perhaps..."

An Qisheng pondered.

His stomach churned violently, consuming the Bigu Pill.

He carried his luggage out of the hotel, and it was already broad daylight.

After delaying for half a day but gaining a great harvest, An Qisheng contentedly boarded the train home, and was back home just after noon.

Pushing open the door, Mother An had already prepared the meal and was waiting. An Jianzhong was sitting on the sofa watching TV, a cup of hot tea in front of him steaming with vapor.

Peaceful and warm.

"You child, you're gone for months at a time."

Mother An took off her apron, took the luggage, and complained, "I really should find you a wife to keep you in check."

"Cough cough."

An Qisheng coughed lightly:

"Mom, at my age, getting married is a bit too early."

"Early what early? There are many people your age who aren't in school, and already married with children."

Mother An said angrily.

After her son's illness was cured, she had been single-mindedly considering her son's lifelong affairs.

"Alright, the son just came back, why are you saying this?"

An Jianzhong put down the remote, glanced at the mother and son, and shook his head.

"Dad is right, I'm a little tired too."

An Qisheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"But what your mother said is also right."

Under Mother An's watchful gaze, An Jianzhong changed his tone:

"There are a few nice young ladies at my workplace, good-looking and kind-hearted. You should take some time to meet them."

"Let's talk about these in a few years."

An Qisheng pulled out a chair and sat down.

He was not a staunch bachelor, but marriage was also a very unnecessary thing for him.

Unless he was extremely in love, he would never find someone to disrupt his rhythm of life.

Having lived two lifetimes, youthful infatuation and passionate youth were almost impossible to appear on him.

Moreover, his senses were far stronger than even a typical Huajin master. Even the best makeup could not hide large pores from him, and he could even smell the body odor hidden beneath the perfume.

It wasn't that he couldn't adapt, but if he were to spend a lifetime with someone, it would always be a bit uncomfortable.

"You on your body......."

An Jianzhong wanted to say something, but suddenly smelled a faint fragrance and couldn't help but look at An Qisheng in surprise:

"Did you put on perfume?"

The scent was very pleasant, like the fragrance of grass and trees mixed with soil after a spring rain, giving people a fresh and natural feeling.

"Really?"

An Qisheng pretended not to know.

After entering the Huajin realm, his body odor was almost non-existent. With the circulation of Jin (internal force), not a single speck of dust could get close to his body. And as he inherited Mr. Yangming's philosophy of mind, his Jin had changed again.

His body gradually emanated a fresh and natural scent.

"Really not?"

An Jianzhong frowned and wanted to say more, but Mother An was already calling out:

"Qiqi, come and eat, the pork rib soup is ready."

"Coming."

An Qisheng responded, got up, and went to the dining room.

"This kid......."

An Jianzhong raised his eyes.

The meal was very sumptuous, with chicken, duck, fish, and meat.

Although he had eaten the Bigu Pill, An Qisheng still didn't want to waste his mother's efforts, and ate all the food according to his normal appetite.

Even then, Mother An still felt he ate too little.

In the following days, An Qisheng hardly practiced boxing. He spent his days watching TV with An Jianzhong, or shopping with An Mu.

The greatest amount of activity was massaging and giving Tuina (Chinese therapeutic massage) to his parents.

An Jianzhong also had Anjin (hidden force) cultivation, but he was getting old, and his kung fu progress was already very slow. Mother An had never practiced martial arts, and her muscles and bones were somewhat aging.

With a Huajin master's control over Jin, massaging the two of them was naturally much better than any fitness or health club.

His current massage techniques had already surpassed Liu Xian, and Liu Xian charged as much as 150,000 for a single massage, and even then, not everyone could afford it.

The peaceful days were broken a week later by a call from Wang Anfeng.

An Qisheng did not go back on his word either. He packed some Bigu Pills, told his parents, and boarded a plane to Yun Province.

........

There was no moon in the sky, and the night was deep.

In the mountains not far from the Yun-Myanmar border, in the lakeside manor that Miao Xiu had built, An Qisheng met Wang Anfeng and Li Yan again.

The two were wearing camouflage uniforms, carrying guns, and their faces were cold. A murderous aura lingered around them.

An Qisheng was slightly surprised.

These two rich young masters had changed a lot. Especially Wang Anfeng, whose original carefree personality had become steady.

If the original Wang Anfeng was just a child well-protected by his sister, now he had some of the qualities of an iron-blooded soldier.

Obviously, they had experienced a lot during this time.

"You're here."

Seeing An Qisheng, Wang Anfeng squeezed out a smile.

"Is Dr. Wang's injury very serious?"

An Qisheng glanced upstairs. On the second floor, there were three masters whose breathing was almost non-existent.

"Very serious."

Li Yan stepped forward and said:

"Miao Xiu, the Tiger King, has been famous for decades and has high kung fu. Dr. Wang fought with Miao Xiu in Nanyang for several days, and it was considered a mutual loss. It will take at least half a month or more to recover."

"Injured so badly?"

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows. Wang Zhixuan's fight with Miao Xiu was already two months ago.

With a Huajin master's control over the body, and the military's medical conditions, what kind of injury would take so long?

"My sister also injured Miao Xiu, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to show his face for several months."

Wang Anfeng's face was a little cold, and he didn't say much about Wang Zhixuan.

He glanced at An Qisheng and said:

"Miao Xiu's power in the Yun-Myanmar area is very large, with hundreds of disciples and followers. There are countless people who have received his favor. Even with the help of the Yun Province Enforcement Team, there are still some who escaped abroad......."

"Young Master Wang, Young Master Li, we've been delayed for too long, it's time to set off."

A loud, bell-like voice rang out from the second floor.

An Qisheng's eyes swept over, and a bright bald head came into view on the second floor.

"Shi Xinlong?"