637: Chapter 626: Ning Fan Voluntarily Cripples His Martial Arts 637: Chapter 626: Ning Fan Voluntarily Cripples His Martial Arts Ning Fan’s strength was only at the early stage of the Object-Manipulating Realm, and although there were ways to increase his cultivation speed, they came with significant risks.
“Do I really have to use this method…”
He was hesitant, with a potential solution in mind that could accelerate his cultivation progress.
However, the effectiveness of this method and how long it would take to see results were uncertainties Ning Fan couldn’t guarantee.
High risk came with high rewards, and if possible, Ning Fan wouldn’t fear to give it a try, but now…
“To sever my own meridians and go through the Wash Marrow Cleanse Tendons…”
Ning Fan clenched his teeth, remembering the unconventional part of the Eight Zen Mantra which involved severing his own meridians to re-cultivate the mantra.
But if he did this, for a while, he would become a martial invalid, no different from an ordinary person, with an enhanced body but unable to use True Qi.
He couldn’t even guarantee if he could beat someone in the True Qi Realm then.
With dangers lurking before and behind him, such a risky move was not something Ning Fan wanted to make lightly, especially since he wasn’t sure how long the Huo Family and the Shangguan Family would wait before they struck.
Yet, the dilemma was now in front of him.
If he didn’t sever his meridians and restart cultivating the Eight Zen Mantra, his present strength at the early stage of the Object-Manipulating Realm simply wouldn’t suffice against the upcoming challenges from the Shangguan Family.
Overwhelmed by the pressure, Ning Fan felt his cultivation speed was far too slow.
To truly master the basics of the Eight Zen Mantra, he had to sever his meridians and start from scratch.
And even if he did sever his meridians, whether he could cultivate anew was another question Ning Fan couldn’t answer.
“Do I really have to do this…”
Ning Fan’s expression was one of indecision, his eyes flickering with struggle.
This was a decision fraught with great risk.
Success meant leaping forward in his cultivation, but failure would render him indistinguishable from the masses, possibly ineffective against the looming crises of the future.
What choice to make, whether to take the risk, Ning Fan closed his eyes and pondered seriously.
Taking the risk still offered a glimmer of hope, whereas not taking it could be tantamount to waiting for death.
His current rate of cultivation was still too slow.
Ning Fan reflected for a moment, wrestling intensely with his thoughts.
At this moment, he was in the midst of a profound internal conflict.
After some time, Ning Fan reopened his eyes, emitting a determined flare.
He seemed to have made his decision.
“No pain, no gain!”
Without trials and tribulations, how could one become the dragon amongst men?
Ning Fan wasn’t the kind to shy away from danger.
All along his path, he had already faced numerous perils, each time narrowly skirting around Ghost Gate Pass where a misstep could lead to his demise.
What he was about to do still involved risks and crises, any misstep could mean utter ruin.
But Ning Fan was not prepared to back down, not just for himself, but also for those he cared for in his heart.
“If it’s to be done, then let’s do it!”
Ning Fan gritted his teeth, growling deeply from his throat.
Having made his decision, he hesitated no longer.
Inside his Dantian, a powerful surge of True Qi burst forth violently throughout his body.
Boom—
Ning Fan’s body exploded with a series of popping noises, his face streaming with cold sweat, and the channels of True Qi throughout his body went into disarray, the normally smoothly circulating True Qi within him now behaving violently, rampaging like a wild beast inside him.
Only a few moments later, Ning Fan’s face had drained of all color due to the agony of severing his own channels, leaving only a deathly pale that made one’s heart skip a beat.
“Wuuu wuuu wuuu——”
The pained, hoarse howling kept coming from Ning Fan’s mouth as his whole body trembled, the chaotic True Qi turning his channels into a complete mess.
The pain from the rupturing of the channels was beyond imagination, and the suffering that Ning Fan was enduring right now was something that nobody could comprehend without experiencing it firsthand.
His entire body broke out in cold sweat, his clothes soaked through, and beads of sweat dripped from his dark hair, the wet strands sticking to his forehead as his lips turned pale.
He bit down hard on his teeth without screaming out, enduring the unbearable pain, which was even worse than the time he had been pierced through the Pipa Bone.
The piercing of the Pipa Bone was nothing compared to the complete disruption of his channels; the pain that ripped through both his body and spirit was crushing Ning Fan’s soul.
Ning Fan’s mind was close to collapsing, his fists clenched until they turned white.
As his channels ruptured one by one, Ning Fan’s tense muscles began to relax, and he collapsed headfirst onto the bed, his head lolling to the side, nearly passing out from the pain.
It was not that he didn’t want to scream in agony, but he simply had no strength left to make a sound, with only painful, raspy noises coming from his throat.
Right now, even trying to move a finger would bring pain as if a thousand knives were piercing his heart.
“Uhh…
wuuu wuuu wuuu…”
Like a severely wounded beast, Ning Fan could only emit low, hoarse growls.
His eyes were bloodshot, filled with dense webs of veins, and his entire body was devoid of any color.
Having all his channels severed was no trivial matter; anyone else might have died from the intense pain alone.
Now, following the severing of his channels, Ning Fan was helpless and devoid of any strength; he truly wished he could completely pass out, so he wouldn’t have to endure such inhuman torture.
Unable to feel a trace of True Qi, his Dantian had not ruptured but seemed to be sealed off, unable to condense True Qi, leaving Ning Fan no different from an ordinary person.
Yet, in his current weakened state, even a person with no strength to truss a chicken could have killed him.
This was the condition after having all channels severed; it could only be described as tragic.
Even the unbending and resilient Ning Fan, now due to the disruption of his channels, had lost all his strength and lay on the bed like a dead dog.
He endured the pain without passing out, but that didn’t mean he was in a better state; the suffering Ning Fan was enduring was unimaginable.
“Damn it!
I’ve lost all my strength!”
Ning Fan roared in his mind, writhing on the bed, feeling the desperation of his current weakness, almost on the brink of madness.
Throughout the entire night, the pain persisted, tormenting Ning Fan, preventing him from falling asleep.
Only when the sky started to lighten did Ning Fan’s pain begin to subside, yet for him, the relief was minuscule at best.
Getting used to the pain, Ning Fan started to move his fingers, and his weak breath began to improve somewhat.
But at that moment, Ning Fan was still unable to move; even if he wanted to get up, there was nothing he could do.
It wasn’t until later when Xu Xiaoqing came to call Ning Fan that they discovered how weak he had become.