When Earth Awakened, I Became a Sword Saintess

Chapter 39 : Hospitalized Again

39: Hospitalized Again

In the middle of the night on the street, the flashing lights and wailing sirens of several ambulances filled the air. Brother Qiang, Zhang Biaoyang, and more than ten others were put on stretchers and carried away.

Dai Jingni had other matters to attend to. After dropping Yuyin off at her doorstep, she couldn't resist giving Yuyin's hand a slight, seemingly reluctant caress before driving away.

On the way, Dai Jingni drove like the wind, the engine roaring. As she shifted gears, her hand accidentally brushed against Yuyin's thigh several times. That was probably accidental... This lady driver's technique could perhaps use some improvement.

This time, Dai Jingni had been a great help. If Yuyin had been forced to act herself, it would likely have caused a lot of trouble.

For Zhang Biaoyang to come looking for revenge right after being discharged from the hospital was a real nuisance. But now, he probably wouldn't dare to trouble her again for a while.

Back at home, Yuyin thought that if not for the significant improvement in her cultivation recently, which had earned her the respect of those fighters, even if Sister Dai had spoken up, she might not have been able to mobilize so many of them. After all, the fighters were all contracted, free martial artists, not Sister Dai's employees.

In this Magic City, it was truly not easy for a woman living alone, who couldn't avoid attracting all kinds of covetous attention. Without strength, she was afraid she would truly have to rely on a powerful protector.

Especially for a woman like Yuyin. Other women might be able to accept depending on a man, but she absolutely would not!

So what could she rely on?

Herself, and her own strength.

If she were a man, not competing might have been an option. But for a stunningly beautiful woman like her, her not competing didn't mean others wouldn't compete for her.

In this Magic City, just to live freely and with dignity required sufficiently great power.

After her shower and changing clothes, Yuyin sat on the edge of her bed and opened the Yuan Shixi on her phone.

For her now, the Primordial Energy score threshold for the college entrance exam was no longer an issue. The great army within her God-Devouring Chess was still fighting tirelessly, raising her Primordial Energy.

She could now calm down and consider her future cultivation.

That was, the secret of how to become a Source Martial Practitioner.

The Yuan Shixi was not just a breathing technique. The latter part of the book also detailed how to become a Source Martial Practitioner.

The first step was to absorb Primordial Energy through the breathing technique.

The second step, when the Primordial Energy within the body reached a certain level of density and purity, was for men to gather Source into a Crystal, and for women to condense Source into Water. These two realms were the same.

The third step was that as Primordial Energy continued to accumulate, and the Source Crystals and Spirit Water continuously increased, a qualitative change would eventually be triggered by the quantitative change, creating the true conditions to become a Source Martial Practitioner.

The description of this "quantity" in the original ancient text was rather vague. However, this book contained annotations from modern Grandmasters. According to the explanation in these annotations, once one's Primordial Energy value reached 180, one could perform the method of "Transforming Source into Spirit". If successful, one could become a true Source Martial Practitioner.

Regarding the method of "Transforming Source into Spirit", different cultivation schools had different records in ancient texts. The final chapter of the Yuan Shixi was precisely such a method.

"It seems that simply accumulating Primordial Energy has its limits. My Primordial Energy value is already over 170. If I want to continue improving, I must start preparing to break through to become a Source Martial Practitioner..."

However, Yuyin was a bit worried. This method of "Transforming Source into Spirit" was somewhat obscure and difficult to understand. Although there were annotations, there were actually annotations from three different Grandmasters, and their opinions didn't seem to entirely align. She wasn't sure if it was truly reliable, and whether there was a clearer, more reliable method for the breakthrough?

The Yuan Shixi was already extremely hard to find. Without Sister Dai's help, it would be impossible to find a secret art of this level outside. Finding a better one would be difficult...

But to rashly use a controversial cultivation technique for such a major breakthrough felt unstable to Yuyin.

"That's right."

Yuyin remembered that her God-Devouring Chess had optimized Yingluo's dual cultivation secret art, but couldn't optimize the Yuan Shixi. However, upon comparison, Yuyin found that the breathing technique of the Yuan Shixi was clearly inferior to that of the Revised Jade Maiden Lotus Night. It was just a pity that the Revised Jade Maiden Lotus Night was purely a dual cultivation method, not a foundational cultivation technique, and it didn't contain a method for "Transforming Source into Spirit".

Yuyin guessed that the Yuan Shixi was an e-book, which was why the God-Devouring Chess couldn't optimize it. But what if she transcribed it by hand?

As soon as this thought occurred to her, Yuyin immediately opened an online shopping app and purchased items like a writing brush, an inkstone, and a blank ancient-style booklet.

After placing the order, it showed it would arrive the day after tomorrow.

"As soon as these things arrive, I'll try transcribing it to see what happens," Yuyin decided in her heart.

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At the Lingdu Fengshan Hospital, in the same private room.

Zhang Biaoyang, covered in bandages, with his limbs in casts and his face bruised and swollen, lay on the hospital bed. He looked miserable.

"Sigh..."

Zhang Henghu, in a suit with a prominent potbelly, stood by the window, sighing.

A slender woman in flashy designer brands sat by Zhang Biaoyang's bed, sobbing intermittently.

"Can't you say something? Our Biaobiao is so pitiful! He's so well-behaved at school, never bullying anyone, yet he was beaten up like this! It's all that female student's fault. That girl is a curse!" the woman cried, while comforting Zhang Biaoyang.

At this moment, Zhang Biaoyang was on an oxygen tube and couldn't speak at all.

"Sigh..."

"Don't just sigh! Who are you? In the business world of Lingdu Beach, even in the cultivation world, who doesn't give our Zhang family some face? Now the child is hurt like this, and the college entrance exam is ruined. Can't you think of a solution? Can you really endure this injustice? Our Biaobiao is so well-behaved, so pitiful!" the woman wailed.

"Stop your nagging! Is it ever-ending? This is so annoying. I've already notified Big Brother about this," Zhang Henghu said.

"What? Big Brother Henglong?" The woman was also startled.

"He'll be here soon."

A moment later, the anxious voice of a female nurse came from the hallway, "Mr. Zhang, please don't get agitated, the patient is resting..."

Then, "thud", the door to the room was kicked open. The middle-aged man and woman were both startled.

"Who the hell is it? Who dares to touch my nephew?"

A tall man in a gray Zhongshan suit stormed in directly. This man's face was extremely resolute, with wrinkles like mountains and rivers. His eyes glared like a golden eagle's.

This person was the very reason the Zhang family could have their current business and status in Lingdu, and act so arrogantly. He was the pillar of the Zhang family, Zhang Henglong.

"Big Brother!" The middle-aged man greeted him respectfully, with a hint of surprise. The middle-aged woman also stood up.

"Our Zhang family only has this one heir! How the hell did you two raise the child? Speak! What the hell happened?" Zhang Henglong had a very fiery temper, starting by cursing out his own brother and sister-in-law.

Several minutes later...

"What!?" After hearing the explanation from Zhang Biaoyang's parents, Zhang Henglong's anger flared even more. He stepped onto Zhang Biaoyang's bed, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to beat him.

"You useless punk, getting beaten up like this by a woman? Our Zhang family doesn't have a spineless weakling like you!"

"Big Brother!" The couple panicked, rushing forward to block him, but how could they possibly stop him?

"I warned you last time about harassing those girls. You brought this on yourself! You deserve it. You should just die. Living is just a disgrace to me, Zhang Henglong!" Zhang Henglong truly wanted to smack this disappointing nephew to death with one palm.

"Big Brother!" The middle-aged woman fell to her knees, hugging Zhang Henglong's leg and crying, "Biaobiao is the only heir to carry on our Zhang family's line..."

At this moment, Zhang Henglong's raised, powerful hand paused.

"Sigh!" He let out a deep sigh, hating that iron could not become steel as he looked at Zhang Biaoyang, who was wrapped up like a dumpling. "If your cousin hadn't died over there..."