A Paragon Of Wuhun Chapter 2: Continuous Breakthroughs!

Proofread by He Li

Five years flew by.

This year, Chen Feng is 16.

Yan Qingyu, the loser, who died five years ago, and his good-for-nothing prentice have almost been forgotten by QianYuanzong’s followers.

Tonight is as gentle and cool as water in the lake. Chen Feng suddenly opens his eyes with a bundle of shrewdness.

He stands up and then bends down towards the grave, saying,“Sir, five years have pa.s.sed, and I will obey your order of digging your grave. Please forgive my disturbing.”

Then he begins to dig the grave.

When he excavates the grave and pries the coffin open, he is greatly astonished.

The corpse of Yan Qingyu has disappeared.

It’s unbelievable, for he buried the corpse of his master with his hands.

He jumps into the grave and finds a little wooden box lying at the bottom of the coffin. After opening the wooden box, he sees a fist-sized tripod above the yellow silk.

The fantastic bronze tripod is covered with verdigris, designed with three legs and two round handles, full of mystique of savage ancient world

A drop of blood or something is floating in the small tripod,.

He just has a glimpse of that mysterious drop, and he feels a splitting thunderbolt cracking in his head abruptly, and he loses his consciousness suddenly.

He feels that he is just thrown into a boundless bleak world where the sky is black as ink and black eddies are spreading over the sky, rotating ceaselessly.

The endless dark fields he is stepping on are so barren, wild and desolate.

A black mountain range is lying at the end of the desolate fields, higher and grander than the Qingsen forest where QianYuanzong is located. It is of more than ten thousand meters high and it stretches for thousands of miles.

The mountain suddenly moves when he walks into it.

The mountain raises its head which should be an enormous head of a dragon. The head is bigger than the highest peak in the Great Qin country.

To his surprise, the black mountain range stretching for thousands of miles is the body of the huge dragon.

When the dragon groans towards the sky, torrential down-pour begins to fall over the ground which is inundated by a vast sea which swallows Chen Feng.

Chen Feng is out of breath and nearly suffocated to death, which makes him feel greatly sick. 

After a long time, his head begins to pound. Chen Feng struggles to escape from that fantastic deep sea. He kneels on the ground, deeply breathing and coldly sweating.

He dares not to see that drop.What the h.e.l.l is this thrilling creature? He thinks to himself that even a drop of blood is so horrible, let alone the creature of this blood.

Could it be the blood of dragon?

However, suddenly right at this moment, the bronze tripod flies directly to his hand like a living creature and disappears quickly.

To his astonishment, he feels that the bronze tripod is walking forward along the meridian of his right hand. Then, there comes an immense bout of agony which makes him feel that his body is about to be torn up..

The pain makes him fall to the ground, rolling back and forth, and screaming loudly out of control. His skin and muscle are split. Blood gushes from the wound and it is just lik being cut in pieces.

After half an hour, the bronze tripod reaches the Dantian along the meridian.

Chen Feng just feels buzzes flashing around his head and faints away without consciousness.

When he wakes up, it has been midnight. He looks at his body and just finds his clothes ruined into rags. Besides the blood above his body, there is something stinking like black oil sticking onto the skin, which makes him so sick that he wants to vomit.

But he feels warm and buoyant and extremely comfortable, which he has never experienced before.

He observes inside his body, abruptly bursting out a scream with surprise and joy.

He finds that his Dantian which was as hard as iron has been exploited.

Of course, only a small s.p.a.ce in Dantian has been exploited, as big as his fist, while the bronze tripod is floating in Dantian and that crystal clear drop is rolling in Dantian.

Suddenly, a wisp of one thousandth of the drop is divided out from that drop of blood and walks out of Dantian, along his meridian. The majestic power and vast Genuine qi buried in the drop wash all jams in his meridians easily.

A huge pain comes again, but this time Chen Feng holds it. He grinds his teeth, and raises his head. There is a voice roaring in his heart: “If you can’t bear this little pain, how can you reach the peak of your life.”

He clenches his teeth, blood bursting out of his mouth. He trembles, but he tolerates and controls himself eventually.

The incessant waves of huge pain just keep coming across his body.

After  half an hour, Chen Feng exhales a mouthful of turbid air deeply.

The mysterious dragon blood pa.s.ses through his body at fast speed, and his blocked meridians have been dredged totally.

If his meridians could be compared to a choked small brook before, now his meridians are all un.o.bstructed. Though they are very thin and narrow, they are all un.o.bstructed with Genuine qi surging in it. Even the voice of running water can be heard by Chen Feng.

Chen Feng is overwhelmed with excitement, with his body full of Genuine qi overflowing.

After feeling the waves of pain disappear easily, he smiles out of ecstasy.

He looks up to sky roaring: “I can improve myself, my meridians have been unblocked, my Dantian has been exploited. I am not a trash! ”

He sheds tears out of control. Without personal experience, n.o.body can understand his suffering.

He had little talent for improving his Kungfu. He didn’t make any achievement after practicing Kungfu for ten years. He was humiliated and despised by others except for by his master. How huge this pain is!

But now, he finally can improve himself.

Genuine qi wanders around his body and returns to Dantian again. It is surging and running and can’t be calmed.

The airflow moves slightly in his chest, and Genuine qi suddenly moves restlessly and goes off out of Dantian, wandering around every stream of his meridians. Meanwhile, Genuine qi in every  stream of his meridians comes out and converges into the original strand of Genuine qi. And the whole strand of Genuine qi becomes bigger and bigger, and quickly turns into one-finger thick from a piece of hairline’s shape.

The Genuine qi coming from corners is Chen Feng’s acc.u.mulation in his daily practice.

He can’t practice and improve because of his blocked meridians; as a result, he can’t obtain any Genuine qi theoretically. However, Beiduoluoye Sutras he reads is so amazing and majestic that strengthens his physique and helps him produce a lot of Genuine qi hidden everywhere in his body.

This fact has never been discovered before because of his blocked meridians and for this Genuine qi can’t circulate around. But now they can circulate, then Genuine qi naturally reappears .

Chen Feng’s whole body shakes when Genuine qi flows. He feels his body filled with vigorous power.

His face beams with joy.

“How magical the bronze tripod and the dragon blood are! Only a strand of this blood should help me break through my original level directly. Of course, thanks also go to Beiduoluoye Sutras. I ever thought of it as useless, but now I know I am wrong. It is so magical that can let me, a man good for nothing, produce Genuine qi!”

“Moreover, for now, the rest power in my body doesn’t disappear. I can still try again!”

Then Chen Feng uses his mentality, and Genuine qi in his body begins to surge up like fountain.

He reaches the second level of Houtian Realm, but he is dissatisfied with it and he intends to sprint to the third!

It needs a ma.s.sive amount of Genuine qi to sprint to the third level of Houtian Realm. Then Chen Feng redeploys all the Genuine qi in his body to thicken it to the size of a little finger. He trembles all over again. All the meridians in his body are groaning sorely with Genuine qi running like floods.

He has obviously been promoted to the third level of Houtian Realm!

Chen Feng clenches his fists and feels the mighty power surging up in his body.

He strikes a blow. A loud crack comes from the air and the air is shaking.

Chen Feng can feel that this strike has a great strength which reaches the power of a half tiger!

The first level of Houtian Realm weighs one hundred kilos, and the second two hundred, the third five hundred, and the fourth one thousand…and so on. The weight of five hundred kilos is the power of a tiger. Chen Fengnow controls the power of eight hundred kilos in spite of the fact that he just reaches the third level. The power of the strong who reaches the third level of Houtian Realm has only half power of Chen Feng!

He hits a tree beside the grave, and the tree as thick as a bowl is broken in half.

He laugh sardonically, and his heart is full of joy.

Becoming a strong of third level of Houtian Realm, how would he hide his happiness?

Moreover, he doesn’t see the corpse of his master, which gives him a good conjecture.

“Master, where have you gone? Your corpse is not in the grave. I guess that you might be still alive and leaves me this precious treasure. Now that you are still alive, I would feel relieved. Do not worry, I will keep practicing Kung fu and find you sooner or later.”

Knowing that he can improve himself and his master is still alive, he is happy for sure.

He rummages through the box to make sure that there is nothing in it.Then he puts it back and restores the grave.

He has a look at the dirt on his body and smells stink from his body, saying to himself with bitter smile: “Chen Feng, you are so dirty.”

Then he turns away and finds a river for washing his body.

His body is well-washed. He puts on a set of simple but clean clothes, then goes back to the grave for sleeping.