荒墟牧神 - 第7章 眉心一壁鎖靈胎 - 星閱書城

The Xuanliao Demon Ape flew into a berserk rage. It leaped up and gave chase to Shen Mu, but after a few strides its bulk betrayed it—it was far slower than he. Enraged beyond measure, the beast reached out and tore up one great tree after another, and with a single sweep of its hand stripped each trunk clean of branch and leaf, until it held a spear of monstrous size, which it flung with a flick of its wrist. "Die, little runt!

" The blow carried tremendous force, tyrannical force, terrifying speed—only its aim was poor, and it shot past Shen Mu a dozen zhang away.

The Demon Ape flew into an even greater rage. It stripped another tree and made to hurl again, but Shen Mu had already run far off, and it beat its chest in helpless fury.

Senior Brother Chu said in a low voice: "That little wretch's cultivation is far beneath ours. His wounds must be graver than mine—he cannot go far.

" He forced himself to his feet, but a stifled groan escaped him; his chest hurt so badly that he feared several ribs had been cracked by the Demon Ape's blow. Yet if even a little wretch like Shen Mu could withstand the ape's savage strike, then surely he could hold on too.

What he did not realize was that Shen Mu's cultivation was not weak at all—not in the least. It was only that his essence had no attribute, and so its power could not be brought forth. If one truly measured cultivation, then Shen Mu, young as he was, was no weaker than any of them—including Senior Brother Chu!

The five skirted the Demon Ape's territory and picked up Shen Mu's trail again. It was just as Senior Brother Chu had said: Shen Mu had been wounded by the ape, and badly.

Once he escaped its territory, he had no choice but to slow down, giving them the chance to close in.

But as the chase wore on, they found that Shen Mu's speed kept rising, as though his wounds were steadily healing. "That little wretch must have some wondrous medicine for his wounds! " The five of them grew uneasy.

Senior Brother Chu had already taken his own sect's wound medicine, yet its effect was nothing like that of Shen Mu's "medicine. " Judging by how quickly his speed climbed, his wounds must be healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Such medicine set all five of them burning with envy.

"Our sect's wound medicine is hardly of the finest. If we could get the recipe for a superior medicine from that little wretch, our masters would be delighted and reward us richly! " At that very moment, however, Shen Mu was not taking any medicine as they supposed.

He was running while breathing in and out, circulating what the village headman had taught him as the Mystic Body Three Elixirs Art—which was in truth the most ordinary Essence-Drawing Art.

He simply did not know it. This time, driving the Mystic Body Three Elixirs Art while fleeing at a run, Shen Mu made a sudden discovery: his essence grew livelier as he ran, and circulated faster!

But this was not what the village headman had taught. In teaching him the Mystic Body Three Elixirs Art, the headman had always required him to sit in stillness, regulate his breath, inhale and exhale slowly, nourish his essence, move it through its courses, and let it moisten his body. For more than ten years Shen Mu had practiced the Mystic Body Three Elixirs Art exactly as the headman taught, and only now did he discover that it might work better when practiced at a run.

At a full sprint, the Mystic Body Three Elixirs Art ran faster, nourished his essence faster, and moistened his body far more swiftly! More than that, wave upon wave of essence scoured his organs, scoured his limbs and bones, even scoured along the fascia between bone and muscle, again and again.

The Demon Ape's palm had injured his organs and bones, but under the scouring of his essence, the cracks in both were steadily mending. Senior Brother Chu and the others thought he relied on some superior medicine; it never occurred to them that he relied on that unreliable Mystic Body Three Elixirs Art.