Chapter 122: The Secret Art of Blood-Dissolution Combustion

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The Blood-Release Detonation Secret Art?

Just hearing its name was enough to sense how explosive it would be. Fang Junmei felt his scalp prickle.

But when he thought of the secret realm expedition that would soon begin, he realized that if he could master the Hidden Star Sword Art, his strength would certainly increase greatly, allowing him to seize more opportunities.

Should he learn it or not?

There was no need to hesitate any longer.

“I’ll learn it.”

He spoke in a deep voice and nodded.

Seeing that he had agreed, Lightning wasted no time. He immediately passed the Blood-Release Detonation Secret Art on to him and began explaining it at the same time.

“When I was still at an extremely low level, I was already able to cross through space. What I relied on was precisely this Blood-Release Detonation Secret Art. By detonating the power within one’s bloodline, it allows that power to circulate with frenzied intensity for a short period, thereby producing explosive strength.”

Lightning looked at Fang Junmei. “You have probably already realized that once this secret art is used, your magical power will be consumed at an alarming rate, and its duration is extremely short. Therefore, unless you reach a critical moment, do not use it lightly.”

Fang Junmei nodded in agreement. Although he had pills that could restore his magical power, he still needed time to consume them and recover. In the midst of a great battle, that interval might be long enough for his enemies to kill him dozens of times.

Lightning then began explaining the art in detail.

After listening, Fang Junmei asked about several points he did not understand. Only then did he return to his room and begin cultivating.

Simply put, using the Blood-Release Detonation Secret Art meant separating all the blood in one’s body into countless particles, then causing those particles to collide violently and produce explosive force.

A collision between two particles might not be particularly powerful, but if hundreds or thousands collided at once, they would unleash an immense burst of power.

According to Lightning, this technique had been derived and developed by one of his clan’s elders from the Art of Primordial Spirit Self-Detonation. The latter was a move used by powerful primordial-spirit cultivators to perish together with their enemies, and its might was terrifying.

Of course, compared with primordial-spirit self-detonation, the Blood-Release Detonation Secret Art was far weaker. Its power was controlled within a range that the user could endure, so there was no need to worry about blowing oneself to death.

Fang Junmei now had to apply this technique to his magical power as well. That required him to experiment on his own and control the degree of the resulting explosions.

…

A little more than an hour later, Lightning, resting in the courtyard, twitched its ears and caught the faint sound of an explosion from inside the room.

An ordinary person might not have heard it, but Lightning detected it with perfect clarity.

A mischievous smile appeared in its horse-like eyes.

“Looks like he has no trouble applying it to his magical power. That boy has picked it up quickly—he’s already begun experimenting. I hope he isn’t getting carried away. If he blows his body to pieces, I’m not taking responsibility.”

A lingering look of alarm appeared in Lightning’s eyes, as though it had once done something equally disgraceful itself.

But given Fang Junmei’s temperament, how could he possibly do such a thing?

Lightning closed its eyes and listened attentively.

Another hour later, a second sound rang out. Compared with the first, it was clearly louder.

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More than an hour later, a third sound came from the room, louder still.

…

“He’s testing it bit by bit, searching for the detonation limit his body can withstand. That fellow is truly—excessively cautious.”

Once Lightning realized what Fang Junmei was doing, it could not help shaking its head and praising him.

It stopped listening. When evening came again, it closed its eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

…

It was not until three days later that Fang Junmei emerged from seclusion. His face was somewhat pale, suggesting that he had suffered quite a few explosions during those three days.

“Have you used it before?”

After leaving seclusion, Fang Junmei asked Lightning, “Why does my body make explosive noises every time I use it, while I never hear anything from yours?”

Fang Junmei truly disliked the cannon-like booming that came from within his body. It felt almost like letting out an enormous fart, which was deeply embarrassing.

Seeing through his embarrassment, Lightning gave a sly laugh.

“My abdomen contains a world of its own. No matter how loud the sound is, it cannot escape. How could you possibly compare with me?”

Fang Junmei’s expression darkened.

“Have you found the limit your body can withstand?” Lightning asked.

“Give the sword a try. If you still cannot trigger ripples in space, then stop fooling around and cultivate properly. Focus on breaking through to the Dao Embryo Realm.”

Lightning’s voice was solemn. Whenever it instructed Fang Junmei, it seemed to become an entirely different horse, making one wonder whether another soul inhabited its body.

Fang Junmei nodded. He fixed his gaze on the space before him, his pupils narrowing as though he were staring at something tangible.

The Unconcerned Sword was already in his hand, its blade drawn.

Boom!

After a moment, a muffled sound came from within Fang Junmei’s body.

Upon hearing it, Lightning, who had just been incomparably serious, suddenly broke into a teasing grin. Fang Junmei’s face darkened with embarrassment, though fortunately he still managed to maintain control of himself.

Whoosh!

In the next instant, Fang Junmei thrust out with his sword, striking a certain point in the empty space before him. His movements were flawless and no different from before.

Yet the moment the sword was released, Lightning clearly sensed a force like mountains and rivers colliding within Fang Junmei’s body. Driven by that force, Fang Junmei circulated all the magical power in his body at full speed and poured it into the Unconcerned Sword.

Boom!

Although the sword had struck empty space, it produced a thunderous sonic boom. Then a strange ripple spread outward in every direction.

Delight appeared across Fang Junmei’s face.

That was it.

Those were the spatial ripples.

They were exactly the same as the spatial ripples produced when Lightning kicked outward, though much weaker.

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He had finally done it. He had twisted space.

Fang Junmei stood amid the ripples, his robes and hair flying in the wind. An incredulous radiance shone in his eyes as he gazed into the void. At last, he understood what Lightning had said earlier: the instant he struck out and produced a spatial ripple was the instant he sensed the existence of that point.

At that moment, the void was no longer empty in Fang Junmei’s eyes. Instead, it had become something like mountains, rivers, grass, and trees—an existence condensed from countless invisible points.

The sensation was extraordinarily mysterious, so profound that it could not be accurately described in words.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Fang Junmei thrust out with the Unconcerned Sword again. This time, he no longer mechanically stabbed at the single point he had practiced on every day. Instead, with a free, spontaneous, almost artistic motion, he struck at one of the random points in space that he saw before him.

One spatial ripple after another blossomed like flowers.

“I see it. I see it…”

Fang Junmei was almost delirious with joy. His eyes were filled with the ecstasy of enlightenment and discovery.

The gates to the Way of Space had finally opened to him.

Although only a tiny crack had appeared, who could say how far he would explore the world beyond those gates in the future?

“Stop. If you keep going, you’ll smash this entire courtyard to pieces.”

Lightning spoke with an air of utter pride, though its eyes were filled with satisfaction.

Fang Junmei hurriedly stopped. Looking around, he saw that much of the grass, vegetation, eaves, pillars, and walls nearby had already been ground into flying ash by the spatial ripples.

“Boy, my guidance ends here. Now, according to the records in that sword art, create the miniature space and lock your opponent inside it. If you fail, do not expect me to teach you another thing in the future.”

After saying this, Lightning swaggered over to the wine jar and began drinking.

Fang Junmei laughed heartily. He also took out a jug of wine and gulped down several mouthfuls.

…

A year passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, after bidding farewell to Leng Xuan and his wife and their two children, Fang Junmei descended the mountain together with Lightning.

The scene was strikingly similar to that year.

Although he had failed to obtain any news about Adaier this time, Fang Junmei was already entirely satisfied.

His worldly ties had been settled. Next, he would plunge headfirst into the trials and turmoil of the cultivation world once more, striving to carve out a broader and brighter future.

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