Chapter 2284 - 2243: Forging a Super Physical Body

The Golden Blood Boy—his golden blood truly lives up to its reputation, its efficacy heaven-piercing. Just a single trickle of nosebleed actually allowed Wang Xiaoqiang's crippled left arm to recover by nearly half.

Wang Xiaoqiang moved his left arm, his eyes shining as he secretly marveled, feeling quite gratified in his heart. Jiangh Churan was also dumbstruck when she saw this, her heart likewise filled with relief. Only now did the two of them finally understand why so many powerful figures would risk life and death to seize their two sons—because their blood was unimaginably precious.

But precisely because it was his sons' blood, Wang Xiaoqiang felt a huge sense of guilt. His eyes quickly dimmed, his face turning somewhat ugly, his expression apologetic.

Seeing this, Jiangh Churan persuaded him, "Little Qiang, don't be like this. Yes, it's our sons' blood, but that nosebleed flows out on its own, for the most part it's waste blood. And for some reason, these two children have a nosebleed once every three days."

"What? A nosebleed every three days? T-this isn't right, could there be some hidden illness?" Hearing this, Wang Xiaoqiang's expression changed. His gaze swung over to lock onto his two sons, and he spoke in worry.

"It probably isn't. We haven't seen them crying or fussing. Besides, if there were an illness we'd be able to find it," Jiangh Churan said.

At her words, Wang Xiaoqiang opened his Heavenly Eye and swept it over his two sons. The Heavenly Eye penetrated their small bodies; their internal organs were clearly visible, the blood in their vessels circulating normally. All he sensed was blood qi flourishing to an abnormal degree, far surpassing grown adults, and he didn't see any other abnormalities.

Then he opened his Divine Sense for another sweep, but still found nothing unusual. He let out a slight breath of relief and said, "Mm, it shouldn't be any kind of disease. It's just that their blood qi is overly vigorous and naturally overflows. This should be related to their constitution—Golden Blood Boys are certainly not ordinary infants. And a nosebleed once every three days, so regular—more than likely it's a normal phenomenon."

Jiangh Churan nodded at this and said, "Mm, Little Qiang, since it's normal, then letting the nosebleed go to waste is still waste. Why don't you use it to repair your crippled arm, and then go on to reshape your flesh body?"

Wang Xiaoqiang shook his head. "Ranran, my physical body is neither crippled nor ruined—what talk is there of rebuilding it? Besides, you're asking me to use my sons' blood to reshape my body. How could I bear that? How could I live with myself?"

Jiangh Churan said, "Little Qiang, you're too pedantic. Yes, it's our sons' blood, but it's just waste blood. If it's wasted, it's wasted. And though your physical body is strong, I want you even stronger, because only if you become powerful can you protect the three of us, can you hold this family up…"

Wang Xiaoqiang pondered at her words, then finally nodded. "Mm, you aren't wrong. I'll think about it."

Jiangh Churan said, "What's there to think about? Our sons are Golden Blood Boys. If you want them to live, you have to become incomparably powerful, otherwise we'll be trapped in endless pursuit and slaughter…"

"All right then. For my sons' sake, I'll become the strongest of the Ancient Times." Wang Xiaoqiang said. Suddenly, as if thinking of something, his heart stirred. He thought to himself, mm, if that nosebleed is waste blood, then the golden blood's efficacy should be even stronger. At that thought he inwardly marveled.

To escape the pursuit of countless powerful figures, he absolutely had to learn the trick of the cunning rabbit and its three burrows. Every three days, Wang Xiaoqiang would change hiding places.

Each time he changed locations, he would release or retract the Spiritual Spring, repeatedly masking and disguising the surroundings to evade the hunt.

And every three days, his two sons would have another nosebleed. Once the nosebleed flowed, the golden light within would burst out, shooting straight into the sky. To avoid exposure, Wang Xiaoqiang became exceptionally cautious at those times. Before the nosebleed could even drip out, he would directly use his left hand to absorb it.

The golden blood's efficacy was indeed powerful. After just two more absorptions, Wang Xiaoqiang's left hand and even his left arm fully returned to their original state, brimming with vitality. Not only could he move it freely, it seemed even more nimble than before, more solid, more powerful…

By now, Wang Xiaoqiang's cultivation base had reached the Pinnacle of the Decline Realm of Heavenly Beings. Yet his body was not totally crippled or paralyzed; it was as intact as ever, and his left hand and arm were even stronger than before.

Of course, at this moment he was also facing the threshold of reshaping his physical body and stepping into the Mold Stage of the Immortal.

Given Wang Xiaoqiang's current situation, he could completely skip the Mold Stage of the Immortal. But since he had two Golden Blood Boy sons, and since there was an endless stream of nosebleeds, Wang Xiaoqiang naturally wasn't about to waste it. He would use that nosebleed to forge a Super Physical Body.

If it were a completely crippled cultivator at the Decline Realm of Heavenly Beings reshaping their flesh body, they would need an enormous quantity of golden blood. But what Wang Xiaoqiang was doing now was forging a Super Physical Body—that is, increasing the strength and toughness of his body on the foundation of his Nirvana Realm. The amount of golden blood required would not be so much.

That day, his sons had another nosebleed.

Before the nosebleed even flowed out, Wang Xiaoqiang pressed his right-hand fingers over it. Like a cotton ball, the golden blood was absorbed into his right hand, then started circulating in his right hand.

As it circulated, golden light bloomed out. Though the light was faint, it was visible to the naked eye, and its penetrative power was considerable—it could actually pass through walls. If it weren't so weak, it would probably have shot to the heavens, which would surely have drawn attention and attracted powerful cultivators.

The golden blood followed the Dao of Heaven—taking from what was in excess to make up what was lacking. It could automatically flow to the weakest part of the body to circulate, with no need for willpower to direct it. From weak to strong, step by step, evenly spreading out, it could forge a Super Physical Body on its own.

Each time, all Wang Xiaoqiang had to do was absorb the nosebleed. But with every absorption and practicing transformation, the golden light in his body would grow a bit stronger. By the time both his arms had been fully refined, the golden light they emitted was so intense it could no longer be concealed. That golden light pierced through the roof and shot straight toward the heavens…

Forging a Super Physical Body was completely different from reshaping the flesh body. Reshaping the flesh body had clear level divisions, while a Super Physical Body had no levels in the usual sense.

To use a comparison: in reshaping the flesh body, once both arms had been successfully molded, it would mean stepping into the realm of the Second Molding of the Immortal. But at this moment, Wang Xiaoqiang's body—especially his two arms—were utterly beyond what a Second Molding Immortal expert could compare to. So it couldn't be discussed in terms of levels or realms.

If one really had to give a precise definition to the Flesh Body Realm he was currently at, it could only be called the second tier of the Super Physical Body. Of course, he could also go along with common usage and call it the Second Molding of the Immortal—it was just that his actual strength far surpassed any ordinary Second Molding Immortal.

Although that golden light wasn't emitted by a Golden Blood Boy, it was identical to the golden light of a Golden Blood Boy. At the sight of the light, those powerful figures thought it was emitted by the Golden Blood Boys and immediately converged here to besiege this place.

At this time, Wang Xiaoqiang was at the critical juncture of forging a super-strong physical body and did not want to be exposed. But since his position was already exposed, he no longer intended to hide. He decided to test his newly forged pair of Super Arms on these powerful enemies.

Seeing the countless powerful figures massing from the four directions of the sky like rolling dark clouds—over ten thousand in number—Wang Xiaoqiang put Jiangh Churan and the two children, Little Zhang, Zhou Jingzhe, and Du Lingfei all into the Storage Ring, then lay in ambush without moving, waiting for the powerful cultivators to gather.

Once the powerful cultivators pressed down over him like low-hanging storm clouds, Wang Xiaoqiang burst out from his crouched state like a dragon leaping, shooting straight upward. He charged head-on toward the encircling powerful enemies, his two Super Arms flailing, blood qi roiling and boiling around them. He unleashed the Grasp Stars and Moon Technique, slamming down toward those powerful figures who were swarming like headless flies.

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PS: Chapter one is already up. I'll try to write another chapter this afternoon. Please look forward to it and give it lots of attention.