Chapter 1253: Cultivate Anytime, Nightmare (5k)

Wen Yan slightly tilted his neck and looked at the time. It was still early, so he wobbled over to Wei’s Medical Hall.

Doctor Wei still had the lights on, but there were no patients around. He was sitting there, listening to what seemed to be either a radio or an audiobook. Seeing Wen Yan come in, his head slightly tilted, Doctor Wei couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“It seems like my energy got stuck, or perhaps a stiff neck. Can you take a look?”

“Come, sit on the stool.”

Doctor Wei reached out, pinched Wen Yan’s neck, and had him try rotating it, listening to Wen Yan’s feedback.

Wei Jing pinched one side of Wen Yan’s neck and clicked his tongue in wonder.

“This is not just a stiff neck; it’s like your neck has turned as hard as if you activated Hard Qigong, comparable to processed cowhide. I can’t even pinch it.”

“Huh? What do you mean? Is it untreatable?”

“It’s not that it can’t be treated. Your skin is just too hard for me to pinch. Can you tell me how this happened?”

“I ran into a mishap during training; the Power seems to be blocked here.”

“Oh, got it. Wait a moment.”

Wei Jing went to the back drawer and took out a roll of cloth. After unfolding it, there were rows of silver needles inside.

Wen Yan glanced over and saw that the silver needles were thin and soft.

“Didn’t you say it’s too hard? Can such soft needles penetrate?”

Wei Jing chuckled, took a silver needle, flicked his fingers and wrist, and the needle directly pierced through the plastic bottle on the table, going at least an inch deep.

“Being sufficiently fine allows it to penetrate, it’s not just extremely hard things that are easy to pierce.”

Wei Jing took a silver needle, felt Wen Yan’s neck for a while, pinching little by little, then with a flick of his fingers, the silver needle shot like an arrow, directly piercing Wen Yan’s neck.

After three consecutive needles, those three silver needles began to vibrate rapidly. The Power accumulated in Wen Yan’s neck seemed to find a release point, directly shaking the three needles out, and the Power started to move.

Wen Yan slightly moved his head, feeling a warm stream from the left side of the back of his neck rush up to his head, a hot sensation quickly spreading.

“Hiss…”

Wen Yan inhaled sharply, the hot and tingling feeling starting to spread along the path outward, and the neck that had been stiff just now suddenly returned to normal.

He didn’t speak, immediately closing his eyes to carefully feel and recall the events of that moment.

His trial got stuck at his neck the first time, but now it clearly surged upward, like some joint nodes were unblocked.

Yet, it was only a bit, feeling like being burned from the inside out.

This feeling was still within acceptable limits, at least not causing any irreversible permanent damage.

He was trying to memorize this feeling and what happened at that moment, even attempting to replicate it.

But after trying to replicate it, his thoughts began to drift.

This time he could clearly feel the Power surge into his neck, changing the release path, the muscle membrane became extremely tough once filled with Power, like cowhide.

He memorized what happened at that moment and began pondering what if this situation occurred elsewhere?

He first experimented on his arm, channeling Power from the trunk, reversing in a specific manner, to the branch, then to the secondary branch.

At that moment, he felt the muscle membrane of both arms instantly become extremely tough.

But once completed, how to release this Power became a problem.

Thinking it over, he looked at his hands, his left hand trying to make a Sword Finger, the circuit changed, the originally congested Power no longer blocked and found a release.

And the released Power gushed out following the Finger Print.

Wen Yan first tried the Sword Finger, then used his right hand to try the Tao Finger, indeed it worked similarly, allowing the Power to be utilized doubled in an instant.

And when accumulating this Power into flesh and blood, it was like activating Hard Qigong, the skin and flesh becoming firm, significantly enhancing strength and resilience.

This time wasn’t just using Yang Energy’s Power, nor simple Qi and blood, it was the Power of his Xin Dao.

Wen Yan tried twice, then raised his head, looking at Wei Jing standing aside, somewhat speechless.

“Sorry, Doctor Wei, got carried away.”

“No worries, is this how you usually train? Is martial training like this?”

“More or less.”

“The fact you’re still alive is truly lucky.” Wei Jing lamented, he had never seen someone as bold as Wen Yan.

Despite getting into a mishap during training, when coming for treatment, he still seeks martial arts-related insights from the treatment process.

Moreover, it seems he indeed managed to come up with something.

Upon hearing this, Wen Yan immediately cupped his hands towards his home.

“It’s not luck; I just have someone protecting me.”

Wei Jing understood and didn’t ask further. He guessed that with how skilled Wen Yan was, this wasn’t his first time experimenting. How hadn’t he harmed himself yet seemed to have another explanation.

“You better stop doing this in the future; if anything goes wrong in your head, it’ll be big trouble.”