Chapter 19: The force is just right, it will confuse you but won’t hurt your brain!

After Wang Yuanjing walked out of the morgue, he saw Tu Junfang, Xue Fan and Lao Sun sitting on a stone pier outside chatting, so he walked towards them.

As he got closer, Lao Sun felt more and more uncomfortable. Even though he was slow, he noticed the source of the discomfort. He couldn't help but feel a little scared and left quietly.

"Done?"

Tu Junfang looked at Wang Yuanjing, a gleam of light in his eyes.

If Old Sun could feel that something was wrong, how could he not notice the changes?

"It's done!"

There was a hint of excitement in Wang Yuanjing's tone.

After completing the first level of the Contemplation of White Bones, the Contemplation of Impurity, he clearly felt a lot more relaxed both physically and mentally.

It is expected that the progress of the manifestation of the Three Corpse Gods will be delayed a bit.

This will give Wang Yuanjing more breathing room so that he won't be too passive when that day comes.

"Not bad!"

Tu Junfang gave a rare compliment.

Now, it has been three months since Wang Yuanjing started to cultivate Qi, and it has only been one month since he came into contact with the White Bone Contemplation to cultivate the first level of the Impure Contemplation.

Although this is inseparable from the other party's excellent qualifications, Wang Yuanjing's own efforts cannot be ignored.

"What should I do next? Should I just start the next practice?"

Wang Yuanjing asked.

"Don't worry, just get used to it first."

Tu Junfang thought for a while and said.

Even a mortal like Lao Sun can see that Wang Yuanjing's condition is not very good.

On the outside, the dark circles under his eyes were still thick, his skin began to turn from pale to sallow, and his whole temperament began to resemble Tu Junfang.

Because he had just practiced the contemplation of impurity, the aura around his body was not yet able to be restrained, and his whole body exuded a gloomy aura.

He looks even sicker than Tu Junfang.

The only thing worth mentioning is those bright eyes.

In the alien world, all visible physiological organizations are called life, and invisible existence including qi, spirit, and soul is called nature.
The practice of the White Bone Contemplation is more inclined towards the tempering of sexual power. After reaching the first level, Wang Yuanjing was unable to control the sudden surge of power, causing a ray of divine light to overflow from his eyes, making his eyes extremely bright.

The cold feeling that Lao Sun felt before was also caused by his inability to control his strength.

When Wang Yuanjing gets used to this power, not only will he no longer give people a cold feeling, but even his eyes will become restrained and return to normal.

Practice requires alternating between tension and relaxation.
That was why Tu Junfang thought that Wang Yuanjing’s current condition was not suitable for him to continue practicing the second level of White Bone Contemplation.

"I understand."

After hearing the suggestion given by Tu Junfang, Wang Yuanjing readily accepted it.

Listen to others' advice and eat your fill. Tu Junfang has much more experience than you, so you will be right to listen to him.

The most important thing is that after he achieved the contemplation of impurity, his time was no longer as urgent as before.

After a short rest of a few days, Wang Yuanjing's condition was much better than before.

The most intuitive feeling is that I sleep better at night, but unfortunately the problem of nightmares still cannot be solved.

"bring it on."

In an empty space outside the park, Wang Yuanjing looked at Xue Fan opposite him with a serious look in his eyes.

Tu Junfang himself has no chance of making a fraud for now, so the best way to test his strength is to test the waters with the owner of the funeral shop in front of him.

"Do you really want to fight?" Xue Fan first glanced at Tu Junfang, and seeing that the latter ignored him at all, he was too angry to say anything.

"beat!"

Wang Yuanjing was not angry about Xue Fan's attitude.

In this world, especially in the alien world, only those with big fists can gain the respect of others.

"OK then."

Xue Fan scratched his head and his eyes suddenly became serious.

Compared to Tu Junfang, this junior brother of the corpse demon is not as powerful, but he is equally cruel and ruthless.

The most important thing is that he is extremely talented. If he is not careful, he will suffer a big loss like last time.

Thinking of this, Xue Fan suddenly felt a dull pain in his nose.

Although the secret medicine of the Three Demon Sects helped to avoid disfigurement, the shadow in his heart was not so easy to remove.

Xue Fan took out the filial piety flag that was inserted at his waist, and a foul smell suddenly filled the air.

This thing is his livelihood and an important means in battle. Eighty percent of his abilities are based on this banner.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo, my life is so miserable!"

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Seeing Xue Fan raising his voice to cry again, Wang Yuanjing couldn't help but twitch his lips.

No matter how many times I see it, it's always annoying!

Although Xue Fan is a congenital, he has also figured out a combat system on his own over the years.

His crying cannot control living people, but it will disturb the opponent's mind and weaken the living people, which is equivalent to putting an uninterrupted debuff on the opponent.

The filial piety banner in his hand contains the spirit, so it needs to be nourished with corpse oil for a long time. After so many years of nourishment, the banner itself is highly poisonous. If hit by the banner, the spirit stored in the banner will invade the other person's body along with the corpse poison and take the opportunity to control the other person's body.

Therefore, when fighting him, you must be careful not to be hit by the filial piety banner.

"It's a dirty trick, but it works."

Tu Junfang once commented on Xue Fan, the innate "witch", in front of him.

Wang Yuanjing was defeated by the opponent's tactics last time. If Tu Junfang had not appeared in time, his body would have been taken over by the spirit and he would have been slaughtered by the opponent.

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"Xue Fan, times have changed!"

There was a flash of madness in Wang Yuanjing's eyes. Xue Fan's soul-calling voice like the devil's whisper was still ringing in his ears, but to him now, it was just a bit noisy.

Can you imagine?
How does it feel to lie on a cold operating table, conscious as a lucid eye, while your flesh and skin fall off inch by inch, your internal organs rotting away until maggots eat you until only a skeleton is left?
Compared to this kind of pollution, what does your, Xue Fan’s soul-calling cry amount to?

The rich true qi covers the limbs and torso.
Wang Yuanjing moved his body and pounced towards the man carrying the banner like a hunting beast.

Xue Fan, who was standing opposite, looked unhappy. He was not affected by the crying!
The man carrying the flag secretly groaned in his heart and his crying became more miserable. He quickly stepped back, staring at the other person's figure.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Yuanjing was in front of Xue Fan, kicked away the filial piety banner in his hand, and hit Xue Fan in the face with his clenched fist.
When the Filial Son Banner flew out of his hand, Xue Fan knew something was wrong. He felt a tremor in his heart as he looked at the fist that was getting closer and closer to him.

It's over! I'll have to go see my grandmother after this punch!

At the critical moment, Wang Yuanjing changed his fist into a palm and slightly restrained the strength in his hand.

"Snapped"

He swung his arm into a crescent shape and slapped his palm on Xue Fan's head with a crisp sound.

As the saying goes:
The force is just right! No brain damage!

　The protagonist will definitely not always be a sickly person, don't worry

　　
　
(End of this chapter)