He could clearly feel countless, imperceptibly small life energies seeping through his skin and into his entire body, repairing his damaged meridians and nourishing his torn muscle fibers.
An hour later, when he stepped out of the bathtub, all his fatigue and injuries had completely vanished.
He immediately sat down cross-legged and began to circulate the Ten-Complete Hand.
A gentle yet profound and peculiar power began to circulate within his body.
This power was like a master blacksmith, subjecting his newly repaired body to a second, more meticulous and refined "forging."
With every circulation, his physical strength, meridian resilience, and Spiritual Energy activity would all receive an imperceptible yet tangible boost.
The Ten-Complete Hand was thoroughly solidifying the fruits of his constant cycle of destruction and reconstruction, building up a deeper foundation for the next, even more violent assault.
Once the Ten-Complete Hand finished its circulation, he would take a Potion to restore his Mental Power and close his eyes in Meditation, allowing his weary spirit to be fully replenished.
Then, he would take out the next Spiritual Energy Potion and begin a new round of assault on the next Acupoint Shell.
Day after day, the cycle repeated.
In the corner of his dorm room, a small mountain of empty, energy-depleted Potion vials had accumulated.
Qin Feng remained seated cross-legged, like a timeless statue.
His presence was far more profound and restrained than it was three years ago, like a dormant volcano accumulating immense energy.
By now, the process of merging acupoints inside his body had been repeated over three hundred times.
Each assault was more difficult than the last.
Each recovery took longer than the last.
Years of solitude and endless pain would have been enough to make anyone with a weak Will break down and go insane.
But through this ordeal, Qin Feng’s mind grew ever clearer, ever more resolute.
His Will had been tempered like divine metal, indestructible through countless tribulations.
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He swallowed the last Spiritual Energy Potion and absorbed the final drop of the restorative bath.
Only one Acupoint Shell remained within Qin Feng’s body—the last, the toughest, and the most crucial one.
This was the final chasm on the path to Perfection.
He poured all the power accumulated within his body and all the Will he had forged over the past five years into this final strike.
There was no earth-shattering roar, no heart-rending agony.
The moment that power, condensed to its absolute limit, touched the final Acupoint Shell, everything simply fell into place.
The Acupoint Shell melted away like spring snow.
HUMMM—!!!
An unprecedentedly and incomparably massive "Great Sun Acupoint" thundered into existence in the very center of his chest, at the profound and mysterious "Shencang" acupoint!
It was not a simple accumulation of the previous acupoints, but a qualitative transformation.
It hung there quietly, like a true star compressed hundreds of millions of times over.
Immeasurably vast Spiritual Energy circulated slowly within, forming a perfect, self-sustaining, and perpetual vortex of energy.
Qin Feng could clearly sense that if he could just probe it with his Mental Power—gently stimulating this massive Great Sun Acupoint—the abyssal, ocean-like Spiritual Energy contained within would erupt in an instant. It would pour out like the Celestial River in reverse, scouring, baptizing, and strengthening his physical body with inconceivable efficiency.
Unfortunately...
He tried to mobilize his now-immense Mental Power to touch the "Great Sun."
However, the moment his Mental Power neared the "Great Sun," it was blocked by the terrifying Energy Field that naturally radiated from its outer layer. He couldn’t affect it in the slightest.
’So this is the bottleneck...’
Qin Feng understood perfectly.
’Only when my Mental Power undergoes another metamorphosis, and I learn a truly profound method of controlling it—one capable of interfering with reality—will I be able to use my spirit as a ’key.’ Only then can I open this ’divine treasury’ inside my body, guide the Spiritual Energy to temper my flesh, and break through to the Sixth-Level Soaring in a single stroke.’
’The acupoint fusion is complete!’
Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes.
There was no ecstatic joy from his breakthrough in his eyes, only a profound calm, like a silent, starry sky.
His thoughts couldn’t help but drift back to a mission from many years ago.
He had personally witnessed how the Primordial Acupoints of a fallen Martial Artist—one who had practiced a Top-grade Acupoint Opening Technique—had single-handedly transformed a lifeless underground cavern into a Grotto Heaven Blessed Land teeming with vitality after his death.
It was the "whale fall" of a Martial Artist.
And now, he too had reached the same realm.
The perfected "Great Sun Acupoint" within him was the ultimate form of a "Top-grade Primordial Acupoint."
If he were to perish now, his body alone would be enough to turn a barren wasteland vibrant with life.
With this final Perfection, his vitality index reached the legendary "minor limit" of the Fifth-level Yuanqiao Realm: 7,200 points!
"Hammer."
He called out softly.
"I am here, Master."
The Intelligent Assistant’s voice responded instantly.
"How long has it been since I started my seclusion?"
"Master, it has been four years and eight months."
’Four years and eight months... Hmm, that was quick.’
There was a trace of wistful emotion in Qin Feng’s tone.
If Master Sun hadn’t personally taught him the Ten-Complete Hand, forget five years—even another fifty would have been nowhere near enough for him to complete the acupoint fusion.
’Even though I only scratched the surface of the Ten-Complete Hand, that little bit increased my cultivation speed by more than fivefold!’