Chapter 18 The Cultivation Method of the Finger Flicking Divine Skill

This humble Taoist priest is somewhat unclean.

Wang Jixuan’s Dao heart sighed repeatedly.

He actually… had most of his body touched by this woman…

Fortunately, the man’s genitals were not disturbed. Dr. Wei Na was well aware of the legal boundaries between nursing care and harassment, otherwise he would have had to ‘wake up’ prematurely.

Wang Jixuan didn’t like the various explanations he might have to face after waking up; they were too verbose and lacked any sense of freedom. Besides, Zhou Zhengde and the others were also interested in getting his secrets.

The Dharma should not be lightly transmitted; this is the foundation of our sect.

He had no concerns about passing on the breathing exercises he had created himself, but he didn’t have enough time to develop a new method, and it would be a laughing stock to adopt it.

‘Black Fire Gang.’

Wang Jixuan gave a brief analysis of the news he had heard.

It looks like he still has to go to the lower city.

He had to witness the Blackfire Gang being wiped out with his own eyes and ensure that nothing like what Zhou Zhengde and the others said—that ‘the core members of the Blackfire Gang could be reborn through a shell’—would happen.

There are many things in the lower city that he now needs.

Blade Beast Blood, Blade Beast Bones;

And the ‘Demon Core’ of the Blade Beast, whose existence is still unknown.

Generally speaking, demon cores are formed within the bodies of demonic beasts and serve as the foundation for powerful demonic beasts’ cultivation. Cultivators can collect them for alchemy and weapon crafting.

Wang Jixuan’s idea was more direct—he might be able to use the demon cores to form a spirit-gathering array, releasing the spiritual energy within the demon cores to accelerate his own cultivation.

In addition, Wang Jixuan realized that he had something even more important to do.

The world tests one’s heart.

‘Nature? What is nature?’

Wang Jixuan lay on the bed, lost in thought.

Gradually, wisps of spiritual energy drifted from the air and gathered around him.

Because he was pretending to be asleep and couldn’t meditate, his absorption of spiritual energy was far slower than in cross-legged postures like “five hearts facing the sky” or “embracing the primordial energy and guarding the oneness”… It was still better than lying there doing nothing.

He silently estimated that by using qi to nourish his flesh and blood, combined with the healing spells he knew, the piercing wound on his left shoulder would take about seven days to heal.

‘Boom. ‘

The sound of sniper rifles echoed in Wang Jixuan’s ears.

He needs to learn more about the common sense of this world, master the use of various weapons, and figure out some ways to counter firearms.

‘I wonder when I can begin refining weapons.’

…

Like everyone else in Midtown, Wei Na prioritizes completing her job duties on regular workdays.

A squadron of purging troops has been temporarily stationed on the thirteenth floor, and the Blackfire Gang has announced that it will no longer retaliate. Wei Na no longer needs to stay in the safe house of the police station.

After finishing her workday or on weekends, Wei Na would come to the 13th-floor medical center to care for two special patients there.

Mu Liang and Lan Yuzai.

Wei Na had long noticed that Mu Liang’s recovery speed was somewhat superhuman.

Every time she examined Mu Liang’s shoulder wound, she saw incredible changes, constantly overturning her medical beliefs.

Moreover, all indications suggest that Mu Liang had actually woken up long ago, but had not been communicating with them.

For example, the excrement blanket that Wei Na prepared for Mu Liang was always very clean, and the toilet next to the medical room used much more water than usual.

Dr. Wei Na did not expose Mu Liang’s trick.

She was waiting for Mu Liang to take the initiative to talk to her, like a hero who had just saved the world, to show her his mysterious charm.

Wei Na really enjoys this feeling of waiting, which adds a rare sense of anticipation to her otherwise monotonous and repetitive daily life in the fortress, a life devoid of any novelty.

Today is the sixth day since the ambush in the City of Joy.

Wei Na finished her shift at the district medical room on time, went back to her residence, took a shower and washed her hair, spent half an hour applying simple makeup to her face, changed into a black silk maid outfit, and then covered everything up with a white coat.

Will he wake up today?

Wei Na pursed her red lips in front of the mirror, put on her high heels, hummed a popular radio song, and rushed to the medical center.

After turning several street corners and entering the central circular garden, Wei Na gradually slowed her pace.

She frowned as she looked at the somewhat crowded entrance to the medical center.

A dozen or so security team members in light blue uniforms and six or seven soldiers in camouflage uniforms formed two overlapping lines of defense, blocking the only entrance and exit.

Two middle-aged men wearing brown trench coats are negotiating with members of the security team.

As Wei Na strolled forward, she could hear their argument from afar.

“Our Thirteenth Biological Research Institute has the right to obtain all human sample data; this right is enshrined in the war zone law!”

“You won’t let us in? What gives you the right to stop us?! Call your captain over here!”

“We suspect there are psionicists here! Get out of the way! The security team is trash! And the purging force thinks they’re so great?! Don’t make me go directly to your superior!”

The two middle-aged men were shouting and yelling.

The two security team members who negotiated with them simply smiled and shook their heads, demonstrating remarkable professionalism.

One of the team members’ eyes lit up and he said hurriedly, “Dr. Wei Na, you’ve arrived? Please come in.”

The man in the trench coat next to her immediately shouted, “Why is she allowed to go in!”

“Because I am a doctor,” Weina said softly.

She took out her name tag from her white coat and hung it below her collar, then winked at the two of them.

“This is a medical center, not the research center of the 13th Institute. Do you even know the most basic cold medicine?”

“What do you mean!”

“Don’t disturb my patients’ rest, and medical research shows that the louder a man is, the less confident he is in his masculinity.”

Wei Na gave him a flirtatious wink and then walked easily past the defense line.

But she soon realized that the atmosphere here was a bit heavy.

“Dr. Wei Na,” a soldier captain said in a deep voice, “Captain Zhou is waiting for you in that ward.”

“Oh? He’s awake?”

Wei Na quickened her pace.

However, when she pushed open the ward door and saw the empty hospital bed on the outside, and Zhou Zhengde sitting in the chair by the window with his head covered in thought, she immediately strode forward and lifted the curtain hanging in the middle of the bed.

On another hospital bed behind the curtain;

Lan Yuzai, dressed in a hospital gown and sucking on a bag of nutritious rice porridge, trembled a few times in fright.

The middle-aged woman, who was being forced to wear noise-canceling headphones and was feeding Lan Yuzai, hurriedly said:

“Doctor! My son suddenly woke up! Does he need to be examined?”

This aunt is Lan Yuzai’s mother, an ordinary woman who has worked for the fortress for thirty years and takes care of Lan Yuzai for a while every day after work.

Her movements were restricted here, and she could only wear a thick pair of headphones to ensure she didn’t overhear any intelligence.

Where is Mu Liang?

Wei Na’s voice suddenly rose an octave as she turned to look at Zhou Zhengde sitting beside her:

“You hid him? Because people from the Thirteenth Institute came looking for him?”

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“No.”

Zhou Zhengde sighed and said with a wry smile:

“He’s amazing. It’s like he can foresee danger. The Thirteenth Institute came to us half an hour ago. Two hours ago, I received a report from the medical center saying that the doctors who made rounds in the afternoon found that there was a missing patient here, a patient named Mu Liang.”

“Then… he left this behind.”

Zhou Zhengde took out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket, on which were written lines of flamboyant handwriting.

Wei Na took it and glanced at it, then frowned deeply: “I recognize every word, but how come I can’t understand it?”

“Read it vertically, from right to left. There are two arrows marked on it. I have to say, although the handwriting isn’t pretty, I always feel a sense of power penetrating through the paper…”

“Thank you both for your help, I am now safe and sound…”

Wei Na read it aloud softly.

Thank you both for your help. I am now much better.

The Black Fire Gang has committed numerous evils and disregarded human life. Their crimes are heinous and they deserve to be exterminated. This matter is still unresolved, and I need to sever this karmic connection. Captain Zhou has many restrictions, but I have no such concerns.

Later, I will go into hiding in the lower city, deal with the Blackfire Gang, and make sure there are no survivors before returning to the thirteenth floor to recuperate. At that time, I will thank you both in person.

To express my gratitude, I left three talismans for the two of them. Burn them with fire, mix the ashes with rice water and drink the mixture. This will relieve Captain Zhou’s old leg injury and regulate Dr. Wei Na’s poor blood circulation.

There’s no need to search further; I will also be careful regarding the matter of the Thirteen Places.

Also, I borrowed medical paper to make a simple “Finger Flicking Skill” practice method and gave it to Lan.

In addition, I took some potions to exchange in the lower city, and my general quota can be deducted directly based on the value of the potions.

Respectfully submitted by Mu Liang.

A strong sense of loss washed over Wei Na, and she asked softly:

“How…how did he do that? What about the surveillance system? Could it have tracked him down?”

“I only saw a blurry figure. He said he would come back. I will arrange for a trustworthy person to impersonate him here later.”

Zhou Zhengde raised his hand to rub his temples, picked up the water glass beside him, which contained some…

Rice water mixed with ash.

“Try this.”

Wei Na immediately looked disgusted: “What is this?”

“As Mu Liang said, of the three talismans, I used two, and I’ll have an acquaintance of mine do research and analysis on the other one later.”

Zhou Zhengde sighed:

“It really works! It took effect in just half an hour! My legs don’t hurt anymore!”

“I was grazed by the supersonic shrapnel from the Blade Beast, which left me with lingering health problems. This is the first time I’ve felt so relaxed!”

“I now suspect that Rotten Fish Boy was also saved by him. Mu Liang is truly incredible!”

“Really?”

Wei Na frowned as she took the water glass:

“I always feel like you’re insulting my professionalism.”

She pinched her nose, took two sips, and then gritted her teeth and swallowed it all in one go.

There has been no response yet.

Suddenly, Lan Yuzai’s weak voice came from the side: “Um, didn’t you say that the boss left me the Finger Flicking Divine Skill cultivation method? Can I take a look at it, you two big shots?”

Zhou Zhengde stood up with high spirits, but the movement aggravated his abdominal wound, causing him to grimace in pain.

He smiled gently at the middle-aged woman, laid out several medical prescriptions in order on the small table in front of Lan Yuzai, and sighed:

“You won’t like it, believe me.”

Lan Yuzai blinked, looking at the four words with excitement.

【Finger Flicking Skill】!

First, to practice this skill, you need to strengthen your finger strength. Please practice one-finger Zen training every day.

Do 30 push-ups with one finger;

Thirty repetitions on a horizontal bar with one finger;

One-finger Zen load thirty times;

Second, improving finger strength also requires proper application of force to ensure accurate finger flicking…

These papers also thoughtfully have some simple line drawings on them.

But as Lan Yuzai was laughing, his eyes suddenly filled with tears.

He silently raised his arms. Only the part above the elbow of his left arm remained, while his right forearm was mostly intact, with the part above the wrist still standing.

Lan Yuzai looked at the papers, then at his bandaged joints, then back at the papers, and then at his bare, bandaged arm joints…

“Damn it!”

…

Approximately twenty-eight hours later.

Forty-ninth floor of the fortress.

In the northwest corner of the Blackfire Gang-controlled area, ‘Resurrection City’, in front of a smoke-filled bar.

Wang Jixuan looked up at the Black Fire Gang logo on the bar’s signboard, pulled down the brim of his baseball cap, and seemingly pushed open the glass door with his bare hands.

“I’d like a pot of Biluochun tea.”