Chapter 72: Practicing “Yi Yang Finger”!
The next morning.
Fang Han sat cross-legged, breathing slowly, focusing his mind and circulating his qi.
After an hour, he completed his daily cultivation of Beiming Shengong (“Northern Darkness Divine Skill”).
Strictly speaking, with his now-immense Beiming Zhenqi, it hardly mattered whether he cultivated daily or not.
But Fang Han firmly believed inner cultivation must be pursued consistently.
Day after day, small increments would one day reveal wonders.
Moreover, after his last life simulation, he had become used to such discipline. He even found it calming.
Stepping outside, he went to sit upon a stone platform in the courtyard and drew out the Yi Yang Zhi (“Yi Yang Finger”) manual.
Last night circumstances had forced his attention elsewhere. Today, he was determined to study properly.
Opening the manual again, Fang Han wasted no more time.
He began following the diagrams of meridians and acupoints, slowly circulating his qi.
Drawing out a thread of Beiming Zhenqi from his dantian, he guided it along the paths indicated by the manual, steadily pushing it forward.
After some time—
The qi had flowed down his arm, through the meridians in his palm, gathering at his fingertip.
Sear!
A faint ripple, shimmering, almost visible.
At his fingertip, the true Yi Yang Finger force had formed!
Fang Han savored the sensation, then repeated the process again and again.
As he continued to channel and condense the Yi Yang Finger force, his vast reserves of qi surged restlessly. A pale vapor even rose faintly from his crown.
His boundless Beiming Zhenqi seemed to have discovered an outlet at last.
Uncontrollably, it poured forth.
The Yi Yang Finger possessed nine grades of mastery.
As a beginner, Fang Han should have been in the Ninth Grade.
Yet within moments, he rose swiftly!
“Eighth Grade!”
“Seventh Grade!”
The speed of breakthrough was astonishing!
If the Dali Duan clan were to see this, they would be dumbstruck.
Only when he reached “Fourth Grade” did his progress slow.
Yet the power gathered at his fingertip was already immense.
Feeling a sudden insight, Fang Han extended a finger toward the space ahead.
Crack!
Three feet before him, a boulder two feet wide was pierced clean through with a hole the size of his fingertip. The remaining force shattered the stone, fragments scattering everywhere.
Fang Han’s heart leapt, his eyes shining brightly.
Though his expression stayed calm, within he was surging.
The power of that single finger strike had exceeded his expectations.
If it struck flesh—wouldn’t the body simply explode into gore?
“Yi Yang Finger”—was it really this terrifying!?
But thinking carefully, he realized the truth.
It wasn’t the finger technique itself.
The method was indeed subtle, but not inherently so devastating.
It was his own inner power—so vast, so overwhelming—that made the technique so destructive.
Before, despite his immense reserves, he had lacked profound external techniques to channel them.
But now, with Yi Yang Finger, he finally had an outlet. His power surged forth like a flood bursting through a dam.
Naturally, the effect was terrifying.
Even though he was only at “Fourth Grade,” in terms of actual might, even the usual “Second” or “First Grade” could hardly compare!
Looking at the broken stone fragments, Fang Han’s gaze grew sharper.
He knew that although this skill at its peak could unleash invisible force, it was still far inferior to the legendary Six Meridians Divine Sword.
If he could one day master that…
With my reserves of qi, once I wield the Six Meridians Divine Sword… What would it look like?
“Tsk, the more I think, the more I want that Six Meridian Divine Sword.”
Half amused, half desirous, Fang Han mused.
Soon, Tianlong Temple would face calamity—when the Tibetan national master, Jiumozhi, would come to seize the Six Meridians Divine Sword.
Could he use that moment to obtain the manual?
It would be difficult.
But he must at least try.
Of course, for now, his focus must remain on cultivation.
Having finally obtained such an offensive technique, Fang Han steadied his thoughts again and continued studying.
The Yi Yang Finger still had higher grades to achieve.
And so far, he had practiced only its inner essence—the Yi Yang Finger Force.
That was the foundation, but only one part of the art.
There were also finger techniques, acupoint-sealing, even healing applications—all unpracticed so far.
These were not purely inner work, but required external training.
If the Yi Yang Finger Force was the inner root, then the finger movements were its external form, while acupoint striking and healing were the subtler applications.
All great martial arts combined inner and outer.
If one learned only the finger gestures, it was but an empty shell.
Only by mastering the meridians, the energy flow, the internal cultivation—did one touch the true essence.
That was why external skills could give rise to inner force.
Like Hong Qigong, who trained the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to such depth that he developed his own palm force from it.
And Yi Yang Finger, as a true peerless art, naturally possessed the same.
For most, the hardest part of training external skills lay in cultivating the internal foundation.
But Fang Han was the exception.
From the outset, he had possessed boundless Beiming Zhenqi.
For him, inner cultivation was child’s play.
And because his reserves were so immense, he could practice tirelessly, unlike others who had to conserve their qi and could not train fully.
So Fang Han continued to delve deeply into Yi Yang Finger.
Meanwhile, Miss Cheng made her way to Mu Wanqing’s courtyard.
After spending time treating her with acupuncture to stabilize her health, her injuries were mostly healed.
But today, her intent lay elsewhere.
Putting away her silver needles, Cheng Lingsu turned to Mu Wanqing and said carefully:
“Miss Mu, there are some things I wish to discuss with you.”
Mu Wanqing’s body stiffened, her expression uneasy.
She never knew why, but whenever she faced Cheng Lingsu, she grew nervous.
Now, hearing her speak so seriously, her heart beat faster.
Could it be…
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