Chapter 115: Gaining the Full Seventy Years of Power!

Fang Han frowned: “Senior’s inner strength is profound beyond measure, but it should not be to such a degree.”

It wasn’t as if he had never absorbed those stronger than himself before. Yet Beiming Shengong always prevailed easily.

This was the first time he had encountered such resistance.

Wu Ya Zi laughed and explained:

“The reason Beiming Shengong can draw others’ inner force is due to the subtle reversal of qi circulation! But since you and I both practice Beiming Shengong, it is like two ordinary inner forces meeting. Naturally, its effect is greatly reduced!”

He paused, then continued:

“Moreover, though absorbing others’ power is excellent, saving time and effort, it will never match the purity of inner strength cultivated by oneself!

To suddenly gain vast power is one thing—but tempering it into seamless, flawless unity is not easy!

In my youth, I too absorbed others without end, chasing after depth of power. But later, crippled and paralyzed, I devoted myself solely to the essence of Beiming Zhenqi!

Decades of ceaseless cultivation refined it to the utmost purity, solid as a rock! Even if I open myself fully to your absorption, you could not take it away so easily!”

Fang Han listened, thoughtful.

Wu Ya Zi saw his comprehension and nodded in approval, thinking: Truly gifted in perception. Then he went on:

“Not that absorbing is bad—Beiming Shengong’s greatest marvel lies in this! One cannot discard it, crippling the art.

A man can contain perhaps tenfold another’s inner force, astonishing indeed. Dozens of times more—perhaps even higher—is not impossible. But there are always limits.

At that time, to advance further, quality will matter more than quantity!

For that, the Beiming Zhenqi method is paramount!

But you are already doing well enough! Now—focus your mind, calm your breath, and store my entire cultivation within you!”

With that said, Wu Ya Zi turned his thoughts inward, suddenly reversing the flow of Beiming Shengong. From the Tanzhong acupoint at his chest, through Fang Han’s palm, a torrent of inner strength surged forth!

Only then did Fang Han truly feel what it meant for Wu Ya Zi’s Beiming Zhenqi to be so incomparably vast and pure!

Quantity alone was one matter. That, over time, Fang Han could also accumulate by absorbing.

But in quality—Wu Ya Zi’s Beiming Zhenqi was at least twice as refined!

Fang Han’s entire body grew warm and blazing!

The seventy years of Wu Ya Zi’s staggering cultivation poured ceaselessly into him through his hand. Not daring to be careless, Fang Han immediately circulated Beiming Shengong, storing the surging Beiming Zhenqi one thread at a time into his Tanzhong acupoint!

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Ong!

The supremely refined inner force surged endlessly into his shanzhong acupoint!

With a subtle turn of thought, Fang Han activated the Beiming Zhenqi zhi fa

, guiding the power stored within the shanzhong acupoint through his meridians, gradually refining it into his own Beiming Zhenqi!

Wuyazi’s inner force was itself Beiming Zhenqi, of the same origin and root. Since he was willingly transmitting his power, Fang Han refined it with utmost ease!

After circulating through a full zhoutian cycle, it gradually gathered within his dantian!

And because this power was twice as refined as Fang Han’s own, the new Beiming Zhenqi fused with his original, slightly diminishing in purity, yet overall still raising his foundation!

Wuyazi seemed to sense Fang Han’s internal circulation. He looked on in some surprise, his gaze full of admiration.

Yet he said nothing, continuing to pour his power into Fang Han’s body.

Unknowingly, time flowed by.

After perhaps half an hour, that endless stream of inner force finally ebbed away—the transmission was complete.

Fang Han too ceased refining, slowly storing the remaining power into his shanzhong acupoint.

A faint swelling sensation arose—

As though, should more be added, he would no longer be able to contain it!

His heart skipped a beat!

He knew well that during this process, he had been storing while simultaneously refining.

Of Wuyazi’s inner force, perhaps two-tenths had been hastily refined, but eight-tenths still lay stored within his shanzhong.

Had he not refined any of it earlier, but only stored it, would he not already have been unable to bear the strain?

At once, Fang Han recalled Wuyazi’s earlier words:

Human strength has its limits!

Though the Beiming Shengong was wondrous, allowing one to absorb and contain others’ inner force, it was not without bounds. It was not that one could not absorb, but that a mortal body could not infinitely carry such vast power.

The inner force he had absorbed before had never touched this upper limit, so Fang Han had not realized it.

But now, confronted with the terrifying seventy years’ cultivation of one who had trained in Beiming Shengong, he felt firsthand the constraints of human capacity!

His thoughts churned, yet this was not the time to ponder deeply.

Now was also not the moment for slow refinement.

He steadied his breathing, opened his eyes, and looked at Wuyazi before him.

What he saw made him start in shock.

That face once like jade, handsome and elegant—now was dulled, etched with wrinkles. His black hair and beard had turned strand by strand into stark white. He looked as if he had aged decades in an instant!

Fang Han was not an ungrateful man. This elder was his father-in-law, who had willingly given him his life’s cultivation. How could he not be moved? He hastily reached to channel inner force into him to soothe him.

But Wuyazi stopped him, chuckling:

“Do not trouble yourself. My end was already near. This loss of vitality stems not solely from transmitting power, but from my life’s force dispersing all at once, my spirit diminished.

Even had this not occurred, I could not have endured long. Without this, I would only have kept my youthful facade, hiding this aged truth.

Hehe… I am no maiden, what matter if I appear old? …But if it were her, she… she would never allow it…”

His voice trailed into wistful remembrance.

Fang Han parted his lips, then sighed softly, saying nothing.

Soon Wuyazi gathered himself, his eyes admiring Fang Han:

“My son-in-law, you are truly remarkable! Your Beiming Zhenqi is impressive indeed! At first, I thought to directly transmit all my power into you by guanding (pouring into the crown), but you could refine and store it on your own!

Not only does this spare me effort, but for you, refining it slowly later is even more beneficial.”

Guanding transmission was the most direct way—one’s inner force poured entirely into another.

Afterwards, the receiver need not refine—it became theirs at once.

Yet this was another’s power, with great loss in the process.

In future, one’s foundation would rest chiefly upon that foreign force.

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