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Chapter 38 Internal Strength Level 9, True Qi Leaving the Body

Shen Yan summoned all the jailers of cell A.

His gaze swept over them, and those he stared at all lowered their heads.

for a long time.

Shen Yancai finally spoke, saying, "Who did Su Lingfeng's thing? Step forward now, and I might let you off the hook!"

Silence fell over the cell; no one uttered a sound.

He was getting a little impatient and continued.

"What I hate most in my life are treacherous people. I thought I had treated you well, never deducting a single penny from your share of the profits, and this is how you repay me?"

Chen Xiaoshuan had already told him about the suspicious person, and what he just said was not a lie.

Unfortunately, that person didn't cherish the opportunity.

After waiting for a long time, no one stepped forward.

Shen Yan's patience ran out, and unwilling to wait any longer, he spoke directly.

"Tell me honestly, Mr. Zhu! Where did all that money you've been spending on drinking and gambling come from these past few days? Don't even think about lying, I can find out easily."

Upon hearing Shen Yan's words, one of the jailers immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, begging for mercy.

He was short and stout with a round face, looking like a kind and honest cook.

It was Zhu Laoshi, whom Shen Yan had specifically mentioned.

"Shen Tou, spare me! They forced me to do it, and they'll kill me if I don't! I don't want to die!"

"You don't want to die, so you betray me, right? Do you think I look easier to bully?"

"No, no, Chief Shen, I'll never do it again. Please forgive me this time."

Shen Yan rubbed his temples. He had long known that the prison guards were all rotten people.

After all, he wasn't exactly a good person either, but the feeling of betrayal still made him very unhappy.

"Get out of here! Don't ever come to the prison again."

"Oh no! How am I supposed to live from now on?!"

"Either get out, or go and receive twenty strokes of the cane. If you survive, you can continue working. Choose one!"

Hearing the chilling aura in Shen Yan's tone, Zhu Laoshi dared not utter a word and hurriedly left the prison.

Seeing Zhu Laoshi leave, Shen Yan stared at the jailers below and spoke.

"I hope this is the last time."

After saying that, he told the jailers to go about their business.

Shen Yan went to Qin Tieyi's cell to chat with him.

After Shen Yan's words of encouragement, Qin Tieyi seemed to feel much better.

Her face has become much rounder, and even the wrinkles on her face have been smoothed out. It seems that the food she ate these past few days wasn't wasted.

The only thing that remained unchanged was his straight back; he always kept his back straight and his chest out, no matter what.

After racking his brains for several days, Qin Tieyi suddenly blurted out a sentence.

"Brother Shen, do you think there will be a time when everyone can have enough to eat?"

Shen Yan nodded.

"Yes, that day will come. When that day comes, I will go to your grave to tell you the news, so that you can know it in the afterlife."

"Haha! Thank you very much, Brother Shen."

Shen Yan didn't come here to discuss life's philosophies with him.

Although Qin Tieyi's cultivation level wasn't great, he was still one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the White Lotus Sect.

He knows more about martial arts than Zhu Zhengyang.

I've built a good relationship with him over the past few days and learned a lot about martial arts from him.

"Old Qin, you said that all the martial artists in the world are already divided into nine ranks, so why do you need to further divide them into upper, middle, and lower ranks?"

Qin Tieyi was already used to Shen Yan's questions.

In his view, Shen Yan, who was in his twenties, looked to be hovering on the edge of the ninth rank.

Practicing martial arts is just a waste of time; it's better to find a wife and carry on the family line.

However, Shen Yan has been quite nice to him these past few days, and Qin Tieyi has been very open and honest with him.

"Then do you know the difference between the upper, middle, and lower ranks of martial arts?"

Shen Yan shook his head.

Qin Tieyi continued speaking.

"Middle-grade martial artists can project their true energy outwards, enveloping themselves and doubling the power of their moves. Upper-grade martial artists can project their true energy out of their bodies, making them virtually impossible to defend against within a few feet. This is why they are divided into upper, middle, and lower grades."

Shen Yan was shocked.

"Can only mid-to-third-rank martial artists project their true energy?"

He has mastered the eighth rank of external martial arts, but his internal martial arts are only at the beginner level, yet he can already project his true energy outwards.

I thought everyone was like this, but I didn't expect it was because I was special.

"Could it be because I cultivate both inner and outer beauty?"

Shen Yan continued to ask.

"Isn't there a way to project true qi when you're at the lowest level?"

Qin Tieyi pondered for a moment.

"I've never heard of it, or maybe it exists?"

Shen Yan was deeply moved upon hearing this.

"As expected, the techniques in this ancient scroll are extraordinary."

He then asked.

"What about external martial arts? Don't they have any such miraculous aspects?"

Qin Tieyi replied, "Of course there are. The lower three ranks of external training focus on the skin and flesh. If one achieves a certain level, ordinary swords and blades will hardly be able to harm one. The middle three ranks focus on the bone marrow. When one reaches a high level, one's bones become as hard as metal and stone, possessing the strength of a dragon and an elephant. The upper three ranks focus on internal organs. When one reaches this level, one's aura soars to the heavens and one's blood weighs a thousand pounds. One can be called a martial saint among men."

Seeing Shen Yan's excited and longing expression, he couldn't help but pour cold water on his enthusiasm.

"Strong external skills are indeed powerful, but once you reach the middle three ranks, it's like a tortoise crawling. You must know that human lifespan is limited, and even if you spend your whole life, it's difficult to reach the upper three ranks."

"You should just save some money and get married. It's more practical for you to practice your martial arts and stay healthy. Don't think too much about it."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yan wanted to retort, telling him that he was already an eighth-rank martial artist with a promising future, so why shouldn't he think too much?

In the end, reason prevailed over impulse, and he held back, thinking to himself.

"Don't stoop to his level."

After leaving Qin Tieyi's cell, he returned to his room to drink.

In the dead of winter in Bianjing, the already chilly prison was even colder.

Being able to enjoy a pot of hot wine in the dead of winter to warm up is already a great pleasure.

"Being an official has its advantages."

After finishing my shift, I returned home.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Shen Yan began practicing the techniques from the nameless ancient scroll.

Tonight, the sky is cloudless and the bright moon hangs high in the sky.

It was a good day for practicing martial arts, but the winter wind felt like a knife cutting into one's skin.

If Shen Yan hadn't possessed cultivation, he really wouldn't have dared to stay outside in this kind of weather at midnight.

The moonlight shone on him, slowly being absorbed into his body.

As Shen Yan watched his internal energy grow stronger, he cultivated for an unknown amount of time.

The sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking reached his ears, and the power within his Dao Fruit surged forth.

Shen Yan opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

"His internal strength has reached a high level!"

Cultivating both inner and outer qualities is something countless people wouldn't even dare to dream of.

As Qin Tieyi said, a person's lifespan is limited, and one can only specialize in one thing.

If you try to have both, you often end up losing both.

Only someone like Shen Yan, who possesses the Dao Fruit, can cultivate in this way.

He was in a good mood after his internal strength reached a certain level.

His internal energy surged out, staining his fingers with a blue hue.

With a flick of the fingertip, true energy leaves the body.

Tweet!

It struck a boulder the size of a millstone, creating a small hole in it.

Shen Yan stared at the small hole, about three or four centimeters deep. His pupils contracted slightly; he hadn't expected such a casual strike to be so powerful.

"this……"

"If used properly, no ordinary martial artist could withstand it."

He was in a great mood, tidied himself up, and prepared to go out.

Today I don't have to go to the prison to work, so I can take a day off and go to the Iron Art Hall to learn the Iron Shirt technique.

It is said that this Iron Shirt technique can be mastered to the middle third rank, but Shen Yan doesn't know if it's true or not, so he can only see for himself.

These days happen to be the days when the Ironclad Hall accepts disciples, so he naturally wouldn't want to miss them.