Novel Full Chapter 51—Body Adapted
Chapter 51: Chapter 51—Body Adapted
Chapter 51—Body Adapted
Under the influence of the black crystal orb pressed into his heart, the Bamboo Snake Gang member’s fusion stabilized immediately.
The process accelerated on its own. Without Lei Cheng’s manual intervention and without the prisoner directing it himself, the Bizarre Qi and the fused Blood Qi began integrating willingly—as though the two energies had finally recognized each other.
’Incredible,’ Lei Cheng thought. ’Once the body adapts, it will fuse on its own.’
He narrowed his eyes. ’But this adaptation is harmful. His heart is close to tearing apart.’
He noticed that an ordinary human heart was very weak. The fusion of Blood Qi and Bizarre Qi was too much for it. A stable path that killed its users was no different from a failed one.
The gang member stood up. He immediately pressed a hand to his chest.
’What’s wrong? My chest is burning.’ He glanced at Lei Cheng.
Lei Cheng was already pointing toward the courtyard gate.
"You are free to leave."
The man’s eyes lit up. He did not wait for even a second—he dashed out of the courtyard, royal purple-gold flames rolling off his frame as he ran.
The guards and servants watched in silence. They had seen the bodies outside the gates. They knew better than to say anything.
The prisoners, however, did not know.
Watching the successful experiments pile up—and people walking out the gate—they had begun to feel genuine hope. A few had even started quietly planning their return to old habits: stealing, extortion, the comfortable rhythms of exploitation they had been arrested for.
Except one.
A thin man stood apart from the rest. His thick mustache and clean-shaven jaw framed eyes that were narrowed and sharp, like a cautious fox. He had been still and quiet for some time, and he was trembling slightly now.
’This young man is not letting anyone go.’
He had been born with extraordinary hearing—not a skill, just a fact of his body. While the other prisoners had occasionally caught faint sounds from outside the courtyard and dismissed them as wind or settling stone, he had heard something else entirely. The first time it happened, he had told himself it was something innocent. By the third and fourth time, he could not keep telling himself that.
’Those are snapping bones.’
The others heard freedom beyond the gate. He heard only the sound of executions.
He pressed himself back against the garden wall and made a quiet decision.
’I’ll stay calm and face the executor. I was going to die either way. The only question is who kills me.’
Lei Cheng noticed the thin man’s posture and expression. He didn’t care about their behavior, and even if they figured out that he was killing them outside the courtyard gates, he wouldn’t care.
The gang member who had just run out dashed several meters from the courtyard, his purple-gold flames still burning, his laughter echoing back toward the gates. "Hahah! Just wait, you little brat! I’ll go right—"
His heart hurt. He winced and glanced back at the Lei Courtyard. "I’m unwilling... Why am I dying?"
His heart muscles—every one of them—tore simultaneously.
He clutched his chest and collapsed into the street, spitting blood and falling among the foot traffic of ordinary people who shouted and scattered around him.
None of them understood why such a powerful cultivator had suddenly collapsed in the middle of the street.
"Someone died!"
City guards came running within minutes.
Back in the garden, Lei Cheng called the next prisoner forward.
They went through the full procedure. When it was done, the dark crystal orb materialized in the man’s hand. Lei Cheng took the cold crystal and slammed it directly into the prisoner’s chest, into the heart.
This time, unlike with the Bamboo Snake Gang member, Lei Cheng activated Life Intent the moment the heart came under pressure.
Green energy flooded in immediately—healing the muscle tears as they formed, recovering the tissue in real time.
After a few minutes, the prisoner stood up. His body was fully functional.
"Exhaust your entire energy," Lei Cheng ordered. "Here."
He tied a green-black thread around the man’s wrist, made from Life and Death Intent.
The man solemnly glanced at it and did as Lei Cheng commanded.
"Now do as I tell." The voice was calm, but it sent a chill down the prisoner’s spine.
The prisoner nodded and flared with everything he had—letting the purple-gold flames burn through his reserves until they were empty—and panted.
Lei Cheng did not let him stay down. Even though he was exhausted, he made him do push-ups and sit-ups. He lifted a heavy decorative garden stone overhead, squatted with it, pressed it. Every exercise Lei Cheng could think of continued until the man’s energy reserves burned out again, only to regenerate under the inner demon crystal.
Hours passed. The prisoner’s breathing grew ragged, but Lei Cheng never looked away from the crystal buried within the heart.
He had kept his senses on the dark crystal orb inside the man’s heart the entire time, monitoring its charge level. Eventually, it disappeared—fully spent, exhausting all energy.
’Now—has the body adapted?’
He checked, placing his hand on the prisoner’s shoulder.
The prisoner’s body was still regenerating Bizarre Blood Qi on its own.
’Good. It’s done.’
Lei Cheng grinned, pulling his head back. "Return the thread." He said, but did not wait for the prisoner to give it back—he simply pulled it. The moment he did, the regeneration slowed and stopped.
The prisoner frowned, looking inward. "My body isn’t generating the purple-gold energy anymore."
That single change proved the adaptation alone wasn’t enough. The Dao itself remained the true foundation.
’He can sense it now,’ Lei Cheng noted, raising his brows. ’After adapting, he became aware of the energy difference. He can feel that it stopped.’
"That’s because my Dao—my Bizarre Intent, Life Intent, and Death Intent—are no longer being supplied to you," Lei Cheng said. "Even with the body adapted, it needs these three intents as input. Yours cannot generate them independently. The adaptation is real, but without my involvement, it becomes inert."
He pointed at the gate.
"Leave."
The prisoner ran off with a scowl. ’I thought I’d get free power... If I survived, now this brat took it back.’
The thread Lei Cheng had tied around his wrist wasn’t ordinary; it was supplying Life and Death Intent to his body, while controlling bizarre intent.
Crack! Crack!
The vine caught his neck before he was ten steps out of the gate. He dropped dead.
Lei Cheng sat cross-legged in the center of the garden and turned his awareness inward.
He had done it enough times now that entering his soul dimension required no external help—he simply reached for it, and it opened. He was standing in the endless void in the next moment, ankle-deep in still blue water, the great golden eye burning like a sun above him.
He turned and found the shining black crystal on the far side—palm-sized, dense, ice cold when he touched it.
He opened his physical eyes, pressed the crystal to his chest, and let it pass through into his heart.
Under his own Dao control, all three intents and the Blood Qi and Bizarre Qi began fusing immediately. The Inner Demon core released its stored black energy—stabilizing the process and accelerating it.
His heart muscles tore.
"It hurts." He winced hard.
"Life Intent—heal."
Green energy flooded his heart from all directions, suturing the muscle tissue as fast as it split. The heart recovered. The muscle tone normalized. And then—muscles tore and healed with Life Intent—the heart began to adapt and got stronger, no longer getting damaged by fusion.
’Before, we fused both Qi in the body through the flowing blood in the arteries, not directly through the heart.’ He clicked his tongue, understanding.
His body no longer rejected the Bizarre Qi.
Failures had finally changed from temporary success into permanent transformation.
Where before his lungs and heart had been the first organs to expel it, they now accepted the contact and let the fusion proceed. The block was gone.
Lei Cheng stood up. He flared with everything he had—trying to burn his reserves out as fast as possible. Then he sat down. Fused. Stood. Exhausted. Sat again.
Exhaust. Fuse. Repeat the cycle many times.
The Inner Demon core’s reserves burned down visibly—thinning from an opaque black mass to something the size of a child’s marble, almost translucent, and disappeared.
After several rounds, he stopped having to initiate the fusion manually. The three intents extended naturally from his soul dimension into his body. His body was fusing both Qi automatically.
He clicked his tongue and checked the details.
His heart had changed color—not dramatically, but visibly: the tissue had taken on a faint blackish-grey tint. His lungs no longer expelled Bizarre Qi on the exhale; they accepted it and allowed it to pass inward to the heart. His kidneys no longer identified Bizarre Qi as an impurity to be eliminated. Every organ had adjusted, reinforced, and adapted. They turned a bit blackish grey.
His body had fully integrated the Bizarre Martial Path.
"Good. Now I can finally enter Level One." He stood up, crossed to an open section of the garden, and tapped one foot against the ground.
He rose several meters into the air.
Not through Bizarre Blood Qi—just from physical strength alone.
He clenched his fist. "I’m strong without the energy boost."
Even without the purple-gold flames active, the baseline of his body was already beyond any ordinary human. The path had changed him at the foundational level.
He landed back down and picked up the Dragon Phoenix Forging Technique.
He read the remainder of it without interrupting himself.
When he closed the book, he exhaled slowly. ’Using Spiritual Qi fused Blood Qi with Dao intent to temper the skin—that’s the mechanism for Level One body forging. Skin and muscles Tempering.’
He set it down and worked through the Dragon Elephant Forging Technique, then several more after it.
Then he stood and walked to Hua Mingyue.
"These forging techniques you gave me," he said, his voice carrying a slight tremor he couldn’t entirely suppress. "They all use corrupted Dao. Doesn’t that harm a cultivator’s body?"