Chapter 25 - Rushed up to the Eight Meridians (1/2)
“Come over here, boy.”
Mu Zhong waved at Bai Ziyue.
“You… What are you planning to do? Let me tell you first, I’m not interested in that sort of thing.”
Covering his arms over his chest, Bai Ziyue took two steps backward.
Mu Zhong was stunned, but then seemed to understand what he meant and derided: “Damn, what were you thinking, you little brat, just come here when I ask you to!”
He motioned towards Bai Ziyue with his palm, and with a sudden burst of meta-power suction force, Bai Ziyue’s emaciated body was directly drawn to him.
Mu Zhong slapped his other palm on Bai Ziyue’s head and meta-power started pouring into his body.
Mu Feng and Mu Kuang looked on curiously from the side.
“Ouch… Ouch… It hurts!”
Bai Ziyue screamed in pain. He felt nothing but a sudden swell of pain from his body, as though water was forcefully being poured into his stomach, despite it already being completely filled.
Mu Zhong was quite afraid of hurting Bai Ziyue, so he stopped channeling his energy and began to direct the meta-power that was absorbed by Bai Ziyue instead.
Mu Zhong was shocked to find out that the meta-power that was absorbed by Bai Ziyue had no resistance to Bai Ziyue’s body at all.
“Wait a minute, don’t tell me this is really the legendary type of physique?”
Mu Zhong’s eyes showed a trace of astonishment. Subsequently, he manipulated the meta-power in Bai Ziyue’s body that was supposedly his to form a torrent and started a bold experiment.
Suddenly, the meta-power rushed into Bai Ziyue’s second meta-pulse.
“Ah…!”
Bai Ziyue cried miserably and there was a surge of searing pain from his body. The meta-power changed into a taper and rushed through his second meta-pulse. Surprisingly, the second meta-pulse was not only unhurt by the extraordinary meta-power, but was directly opened up instead!
“Uncle Zhong, what are you… Don’t! He will die!”
Mu Feng’s expression changed as though he seemed to know what Mu Zhong was planning to do, and he immediately shouted at him to stop.
“Little lord, it’s alright. This kid has already opened up his second meta-pulse.”
Mu Zhong waved and quickly stopped Mu Feng who was walking towards him.
“The third meta-pulse, opened!”
Groaning, Mu Zhong manipulated the meta-power to collide directly at Bai Ziyue’s third meta-pulse.
“Ouch… That hurts… You old man, what are you doing, ouch… please save me, brother Feng…”
Bai Ziyue’s face twisted in agony, his face flushed red, and his veins bulged.
“Khoff…Khak!”
He spat out a mouthful of black blood.
Mu Feng and Mu Kuang stood by the side and looked on helplessly.
Bai Ziyue continued to howl in pain in the middle of the night, which alarmed some of the family members and prompted them to investigate the courtyard.
“The sound is from Little Lord Feng’s courtyard, is everything okay?”
“What a miserable cry! What are they doing?”
The Mu family members came out chattering in groups, and a group of family guards with knives came up to the courtyard gate. Hearing the scream, they couldn’t help but shout: “Master Feng, are you alright?”
“I’m alright. I’m practicing. Don’t mind me.”
Mu Feng replied loudly.
“Practicing? Is practicing so painful? Don’t tell me they are planning to open up one’s inner power?”
The crowd was stunned, but the family guards dismissed all the onlookers after that.