Under One Person: The person is in the Tianshi Mansion, and the body becomes a saint

Chapter 1 Golden Light Curse, the Art of Body Refining!

"998...999...1000!"

In the training room, a young man in a Taoist robe with angular muscles and a strong and sturdy body was lifting a 200-kilogram barbell continuously.

This high-intensity exercise method is extremely harmful to the body, but the young man let the sweat flow and resolutely completed the 1,000th lift.

Zhang Mingdao put down the barbell, took a long breath, and dissipated the golden light flowing on his body.

There is no unique golden light spell of the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain to protect the body.

He would never dare to try this kind of training that would strain his body.

"Junior Brother Zhang, it's time to take medicine!"

The young Taoist priest who was waiting on the side handed over a bowl of bitter black liquid and said apologetically: "My medical skills are not good enough. The medicine I prepared can only temporarily reduce the toxicity and make you feel better."

"Brother Zhiyu, you don't have to blame yourself."

Zhang Mingdao took the bowl and drank it all in one gulp: "If you hadn't used medicine to suppress the poison in my body, I wouldn't have been able to use the method of body training to boost my Yang energy."

"After my grandfather was infected with the Gu, no one in our family lived past the age of 30. In my generation, we can at least live a year or two longer."

As Zhang Mingdao spoke, he sighed slightly in his heart.

He was originally an extreme martial arts enthusiast from Blue Star. When he went to the Neon District to exchange ideas, he was hit by a dump truck and accidentally traveled to the world of Under One Person.

At first, he was excited.

This world has martial arts, supernatural powers, the art of immortality, and even the path of pursuing the limits of the physical body.

And he knows the plot well, wouldn't it be awesome!

But as luck would have it, he traveled through time to become Zhang Mingdao's body and became a disciple of Liang Guofu, the eighth disciple of Heavenly Master.

Zhang Mingdao, whose real name is Zhou Xing, had a grandfather who offended the Miaojiang Gu Master Wei Shufen and was poisoned with a poison that could cut off all meridians, called "Thousand Days Red".

This kind of Gu is extremely poisonous. It hides in the human body and is passed down from generation to generation. It absorbs yang and transforms it into yin. When the yang energy in the host's body no longer grows, it becomes extremely poisonous and there is no cure.

No one who is poisoned by the Gu will live beyond the age of thirty.

Zhang Mingdao just turned twenty this year, which means that if he cannot find the antidote for Thousand Days Amaranthus within ten years, he will surely die, and time travel will become a dream.

It is a pity that the original work is updated too slowly.

When he traveled through time, the comics didn't mention the solution to the Thousand Days Poison at all!
It’s too early to wear it!
Zhang Mingdao sighed endlessly.

He lowered his eyes and examined the body he had painstakingly carved over the past three years.

The skin is as strong as a drum, the tendons and bones are tough, the qi and blood are vigorous, and there is a flow of true qi throughout the body, the strength of which is far stronger than in the previous life.

With such a body, he might not die even if hit by a high-explosive grenade, but he was unable to do anything about the poison that had been passed down for three generations and had rotted for decades.

The human body is so fragile!
He now only hopes that his descendants from his previous life will burn the subsequent comics for him.

Uh……

"In my previous life, I pursued the limits of the physical body and focused on spiritual practice. Where did the child come from?"

Zhang Mingdao was speechless, thinking to himself: "There is only one way to go now, to cultivate successfully as soon as possible and go to the southern border to try my luck!"

"Xiaobi is about to start!"

Zhiyu interrupted Zhang Mingdao's thoughts and urged him, "Master Lingyu is going to spar with those brothers today. Let's go to the back mountain to watch the fight!"

Zhang Mingdao readily followed suit: "Right away, right away!"

Every once in a while, the Tianshi Mansion would arrange for disciples to compete with each other in order to urge everyone to practice diligently.

Among them, Zhang Lingyu attracted the most attention.

Zhang Lingyu is about the same age as the third generation disciples.

But he became a disciple of the old Heavenly Master at the age of ten, so in terms of seniority, he was considered the second-generation disciple of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, one generation higher than most of his fellow disciples.

People like Zhang Mingdao and Zhiyu all call him uncle-master.

The fellow disciples in the mountain had already opened the betting market and were betting privately on how strong Senior Uncle Lingyu was and when he would be able to become the best among three generations.

While Zhang Mingdao found it funny, he could also see a hint of resentment in everyone's hearts.

but.

This kind of competition is always a good opportunity to gain knowledge.

He simply wiped the sweat from his neck with a towel, straightened his Taoist robe, and prepared to go up the mountain with Senior Brother Zhiyu.

Zhiyu had just taken a step when he suddenly turned back and warned, "Junior Brother Zhang, don't say anything nonsense this time."

"Ok?"

Zhang Mingdao spread out his hands, looking innocent.

"During last year's competition, you said something like the Golden Light Mantra was a physical training technique!"

Zhiyu rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "Master Lingyu was so angry that he dragged you to the grove, but you actually forgot. It seems that the lesson was not enough!"

"Where are you thinking!"

Zhang Mingdao recalled the scene in his memory and suddenly laughed: "Uncle Lingyu just wanted to communicate with me."

As the two were talking, they came to the fighting arena in the back mountain.

The competition for others has ended.

Everyone gathered at the edge of the venue to watch the fight between Zhang Lingyu and Taoist Jiyun.

"How's the battle going?"

Zhiyu was very popular in the Tianshi Mansion. He pulled over a familiar senior brother and quickly got the answer.

Senior Brother Xingye has been defeated.

Senior Brother Jiyun has just come on the scene and is still in the trial stage.

The two of them are the third-generation disciples who have been in Tianshi Temple for the longest time. Judging from their age, they are both middle-aged in the world of extraordinary people.

If they lose.

Looking across Longhu Mountain, apart from the old Taoist priest's disciples, I'm afraid no one can defeat Zhang Lingyu.

"What a powerful golden light!"

Zhiyu couldn't hide his envy: "Uncle Lingyu is only a few years older than us, but he can actually use the Golden Light Mantra to that level."

"Golden light turned into a heavy stick, it's really good."

Zhang Mingdao nodded in agreement, and turned his head to say: "Uncle Lingyu was personally taught by the old Heavenly Master, and he is also very talented, so it is normal for him to have such skills."

Just talking about the power of the Golden Light Mantra.

Senior Brother Jiyun wearing sunglasses is obviously better.

After all, I have ten more years of practice.

But Zhang Lingyu's use of the Golden Light Curse is one level higher than that of Senior Brother Jiyun.

Compared to myself, it’s not much worse!
within the venue.

The two men each had the advantage and fought with each other, making the fight difficult to determine the winner.

"Junior brother, who do you think has a better chance of winning?"

Zhiyu suddenly said: "From the odds they set, Senior Brother Jiyun has the upper hand!"

"Of course it's Senior Uncle Lingyu." Zhang Mingdao said bluntly, "Although he has fought a match and is slightly inferior in physical strength, the golden light can transform to such an extent, so he must have a killer move... Senior Brother Zhiyu, are you going to place a bet?"

"I'm not interested in gambling."

Zhiyu shook his head: "I'm just curious about their strength."

He smiled and said, "Junior brother, you are right nine times out of ten. If you place a bet, you can make a lot of money."

Zhang Mingdao also shook his head: "I'm not interested in those."

At this time.

The situation on the field suddenly changed.

Taoist Jiyun used a giant palm transformed from golden light to repel Zhang Lingyu, but the golden light was pierced by a sharp air.

Strands of blood flowed from the palm of his hand.

He looked at the wound on his palm and looked at Zhang Lingyu with some doubt.

Zhang Lingyu said bluntly: "Originally, I was going to save this trick to deal with another person, and correct his strange ideas by the way."

"but."

"Your golden light is too thick. I really can't win without this move."

As he spoke, he pointed forcefully.

The golden light overflowing from his body flowed through his fingertips and gathered into a sharp spike.

"Use Qi to transform into blade!"

Ji Yun took a long breath, his eyes determined: "One more time!"

"I'm going to try again, to block that thing!"

"Uncle Lingyu, please give me some advice!"

……

"what's the situation?"

"What just happened?"

"Uncle Lingyu's golden light suddenly became so strong and powerful!"

"..."

The audience outside the venue started shouting and talking.

Zhiyu subconsciously looked at Zhang Mingdao, only to see that he was staring at Zhang Lingyu without blinking.

"This is how Qi is transformed into a blade? I see!"

Zhang Mingdao's eyes were burning and he looked fanatical.

He had read the original novel and his understanding of the Golden Light Mantra was better than most people.

The Golden Light Mantra is roughly divided into three levels.

The first level is collection, with golden light protecting the body surface and oneself.

The second level is release, in which golden light flows through the limbs, penetrates the body, and transforms into fists, palms, hammers and other close-range blunt weapons.

The third level is out of body, able to transform into various silks, threads, ropes, and cords to launch long-range attacks. At this level, the golden light changes in a myriad of ways, which can be called a unique skill.

The old Taoist priest used this method to trap Lu Jin.

In the entire Longhu Mountain, there are very few people who can use the third level of golden light!
Even Zhang Lingyu only stayed at the second level.

The use of Qi-transforming blade is between the second and third levels, but its power is no weaker than that of the third level. It is a unique skill developed by Zhang Huaiyi in order to defeat Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Mingdao had seen it in comics but had never seen it in person.

Seeing Zhang Lingyu using it further confirmed what I was thinking.

When the golden light circulates to this extent, it naturally possesses both hard and soft properties. It can penetrate deep into the body, gather and disperse at the will of the mind, and can grind the skin, temper the flesh, and refine the tendons and bones!
There is no doubt that this is a body-refining technique!
Various ideas intertwined and collided in his mind, and soon a feasible plan was formed.

Zhang Mingdao smiled slightly: "Let's call it Golden Light Body Refining Technique for now!"

It is naturally risky to dig out ideas that no one has thought of from the skills of predecessors.

He modified the Golden Light Mantra to exercise his body, and suffered from stitches in the side several times, and once he nearly lost his life.

But there is no such thing as a foolproof method when it comes to breaking through the limits of the physical body!
Zhang Mingdao chose to pursue inspiration without hesitation, closed his eyes, and devoted himself to the Golden Light Body Refining Technique!
Xuanzong of heaven and earth, the root of all things.

Practice hard for ten thousand calamities and prove my supernatural powers!
Zhang Mingdao silently recited the Golden Light Mantra in his heart, circulated his Qi, and transformed it into golden light that hid under his skin. Instantly, golden dots the size of rice grains appeared on his neck, spreading out in all directions like ice flowers.

The golden light flows into the gaps between the epidermal cells, goes down along the nerves, wraps around the hair follicles, refines the fat, submerges the dermis, and reaches the subcutaneous tissue, forming a dense golden network structure.

But...it’s not enough!

It needs to be more subtle and closer to the cells!
The image of Zhang Lingyu controlling the golden light flashed through his mind, and he suddenly had an idea and moved again.

The golden light in the body spreads like water, penetrating the cell membrane and permeating the body surface.

The essence of golden light is the Qi of the human body.

What happens if you feed your cells with modulated Qi?

There is no such example in Longhushan.

He understood.

The ancestors of Mount Longhu may understand the Golden Light Mantra better.

However, they may not understand the skin structure and cell structure, and it is difficult for them to have such awareness.

It is the duty of the younger generation to organically combine the method of refining Qi with the ever-developing science and technology and create new methods!

Zhang Mingdao could feel it clearly.

The cells, like babies, cry out in desire and continue to absorb the golden Qi, becoming extremely energetic.

This method works!

If he could apply this method to his internal organs, his physical fitness would be greatly improved.

Zhang Mingdao slowly opened his eyes and looked up to see Zhiyu's concerned gaze.

"Why are you practicing here?"

Zhiyu frowned and said, "Strange, why do I feel like you're a little shorter."

"Shrunk?"

Zhang Mingdao was a little confused. He looked down and burst out laughing.

His feet sank deeply into the bluestone bricks without him noticing, with his shoes lower than the ground.

Such force.

If it were him from before, he probably wouldn't be able to get rid of the worldly touch even if he tried his best.

Zhang Mingdao couldn't help but sigh: "The Golden Light Curse is really a body-refining technique!"

Zhiyu was shocked when he heard this and kept coughing.

"Ok?"

Zhang Mingdao looked in the direction where Zhiyu's pout was coming from, and saw an ascetic Taoist priest standing there with a serious expression and cold eyes.

(End of this chapter)