CHAPTER 65: CHAPTER 64: SEVENTH RANK OF INNER QI

"You know..."

"After this incident, I made some breakthrough progress in Inner Qi cultivation."

Upon hearing this, Su Qiangwei’s eyes lit up: "Seventh Rank of Inner Qi, something special?"

Ma Ran nodded approvingly: "That’s right."

"I call the feature of this stage..."

"Microscopic control!"

"Reaching this level, my control over Inner Qi has greatly increased, allowing for some intricate operations."

As Ma Ran spoke, he raised his right hand.

To the naked eye, a transparent aura slowly released from his palm.

This stream of Qi gradually condensed into the shape of a stick figure.

The transparent stick figure ran, jumped, and performed punching, elbow strikes, spinning kicks, and other actions in Ma Ran’s palm.

Although colorless, if observed closely, its movements could still be seen clearly.

This was an illusion created through Enclosure Text.

With a substantial increase in Spiritual Power, Ma Ran’s manipulation of illusions had become more and more skilled.

Beside him, a sudden realization appeared on Su Qiangwei’s face.

"Seventh Rank of Inner Qi, microscopic control!"

Her beautiful eyes blinked slightly, and she clenched her right hand, hitting it against her left palm: "I understand!"

"You want to create an Inner Qi vortex to sever the connection between the alien parasites and the human body, and then gradually extract those things from the patients!"

No.

You don’t understand.

Ma Ran put his hands in his pockets, expressionless.

Originally, he intended to use precise operations to activate the vitality in the patients with Inner Qi, allowing their cells to overcome the Nightmare Spores.

But upon reflection, that plan did indeed have some issues.

The difficulty is quite high, and it’s time-consuming.

After all, once spores parasitize, the relationship between the host and parasitic spores is one of mutual destruction and mutual flourishing.

Severing the connection between the two, separating the spores from the human body, makes the problem easier to solve.

Su Qiangwei’s idea is much better.

Hence the saying, "Three cobblers with their wits combined surpass Zhuge Liang."

More people, more perspectives.

Even a true Wise One needs inspiration from the outside world, let alone someone like Ma Ran, a "Pseudo-Wisdom."

With the support of the [Academic Demon] medal, Ma Ran’s memory is exceptionally strong, his rate of problem analysis super fast, his thinking efficiency extremely high, and his comprehension far surpasses that of a normal genius.

But...

"Wise One" never just encompasses these parts.

Thinking patterns and mindset are very important.

Ma Ran knows that in most cases, he is more emotional than rational.

Therefore, the script he wrote for himself from the start was "Pseudo-Wisdom"—to appear saintly before others through exceptional Brain Power, rather than being seen as one with demon-like wisdom.

Though Ma Ran’s face showed no expression, there seemed to be a hint of appreciation in the way he looked at Su Qiangwei.

From his tone, one could even pick up a trace of admiration for a kindred spirit: "You’re not wrong."

"Give me some time to get more familiar with the new abilities of Seventh Rank of Inner Qi."

As his words trailed off, Ma Ran glanced at the cameras around the ward, his gaze casually sweeping past the small sound recording devices.

His tone was calm, yet his eyes were filled with confidence.

It was a posture of holding the wisdom beads and having everything under control.

"I can heal them."

Ma Ran’s gaze, expression, tone, and the content of what he said were all transmitted through the cameras and recording devices.

This information reached the eyes and ears of those who were paying attention to this ward.

Reliability is something that builds up bit by bit.

After joining the Grass Hut Academy, Ma Ran had done many things.

An important impression he left on others was that—"He occasionally says things that sound unreasonable, but facts prove he is just stating an objective truth."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Ma Ran immediately felt the Qi in his body quickly proliferating!

One Acupoint after another was being opened up!

As they filled, they instantaneously transformed into mature micro-organs.

Sixty-five...

Seventy-four...

Eighty-one...

Ninety-five...

One hundred...

One hundred and twenty-eight Acupoints!

At this point, Ma Ran truly advanced to the Seventh Rank of Inner Qi!

He slowly closed his eyes, sensing the changes within his body.

The power surged inside him, and the overflowing Inner Qi spilled from the Acupoints, trembling within each cell.

The blood roared, as if proclaiming the sublimation of life!

After a brief moment, Ma Ran opened his eyes.

In a daze, Su Qiangwei and Dr. Cheng seemed to catch a hint of mysterious pale purple glimmer in his eyes.

"Alright."

"I now have a hundred percent certainty that I can save them all!"

Upon hearing this, Su Qiangwei rolled her eyes beautifully.

Is this guy someone who would die if he didn’t brag?

The so-called "give a bit of time to get familiar with the new abilities of Seventh Rank of Inner Qi", does "a bit" need to be taken literally here?

Five seconds?

Seven seconds?

Maybe ten seconds at most?

Su Qiangwei turned her head, puffed up with anger.

Let’s allow him to show off for now!

Just hold back for now!

With [Myriad Transformations] in hand, wait till a fortnight later, and watch Qiangwei become invincible!

Ma Ran ignored the former idol indulging in fantasies.

He began to treat Xiao Wang.

Xiao Wang was different from other parasitized supporters.

The Nightmare Spore parasitizing inside him was the only mature one.

However...

Whether the spore is mature or not doesn’t matter to Ma Ran.

After all, the Nightmare Mother 98725 has been contained, under his control, and undergoing labor reformation and re-education. Why fear one mature Nightmare Spore defying fate?

Truly reaching the Seventh Rank of Inner Qi, with a shift in his mind, an invisible Inner Qi vortex immediately appeared on Ma Ran’s palm.

His current strength was not just doubled compared to before!

That was the total amount of Qi filling one hundred and twenty-eight Acupoints!

Ma Ran formed a claw with one hand, his eyes slightly closed, and grasped Xiao Wang’s hand.

Buzz...

Transparent flame entered the other’s bloodstream!

Inner Qi penetrating!

Severing connections!

Shattering and encasing the remnants of the Nightmare Spore!

Extracting!

Bit by bit, the fishy sweet dark green droplets were pulled out from Xiao Wang’s palm by Ma Ran.

Under Ma Ran’s soaring Inner Qi, these dark green liquids, representing the remnants of Nightmare Spores, evaporated directly into mist and dissipated into the air before hitting the ground.

His Inner Qi vortex was domineering yet extremely stable, not harming Xiao Wang’s body at all during the entire treatment process.

Lying on the hospital bed, Xiao Wang’s heartbeat resumed its vitality, thumping away, and his waxy yellow face regained some color.

The blood in his body rushed through the vessels, even faintly emitting a rustling sound.

When Ma Ran withdrew his Inner Qi, the sound of the surging blood immediately subsided.

The Little Walnut 98725 hidden in Ma Ran’s pocket also sensed the death of these spores.

"Healed."

Ma Ran glanced at the mildly withdrawn Su Qiangwei, ignored the excited Dr. Cheng beside him, focused his spirit, and conveyed his will to 98725, hidden not far ahead: "You’re not angry?"

The Little Walnut felt quite wronged.

If it dared to show even a hint of anger, it’d probably be killed on the spot, right?

However...

It’s fine now.

Originally, it did perceive the Nightmare Spores as its own children.

But after facing the brink of life and death, 98725 came to a clear realization that its previous thoughts were completely wrong.

Those released spores didn’t possess individual thinking abilities.

Theoretically, they were akin to the Earth young men occasionally sending off DNA with toilet paper.

Those things weren’t even considered fertilized eggs.

They had no autonomous consciousness.

Therefore, they couldn’t be called life.

Previously, 98725 just felt so lonely, which led it to regard them as its children.

Such behavior was akin to a person stranded on a deserted island naming a volleyball and considering it a comrade.