bdsm-fiction Chapter 17 Extreme Yang and Extreme Yin
Chapter 17 Extreme Yang and Extreme Yin
Moonlit Night.
This is the third technique that Lu Siye learned in Xiang Dingkun's courtyard.
Saying "learned" is not quite accurate; it's more like getting close to it.
The principle is simple: concentrate your vital energy in your legs and unleash it instantly to achieve short-distance sprints or rapid changes of direction.
Yi Songjin had mentioned it once before at Jiugongling, but he didn't teach it formally. He only said, "We'll talk about it after you've laid a solid foundation."
Lu Siye didn't know whether the foundation had been laid properly.
But he can now gather Qi and also unleash Qi, although the power is pitifully small, it at least shows that the primordial Qi in his body can be mobilized.
What Yuezhu needs is not power, but speed, explosive force, and those fractions of a second when primordial energy surges from the dantian to the legs and then bursts out from the legs.
He tried.
The first time, his primordial energy dissipated as soon as it reached his knees. His legs felt weak as if they had been drained of energy, and he staggered, almost kneeling on the ground.
The second time, the primordial energy surged too far and burst out from under the feet, propelling the person half a meter into the air. When the person landed, they lost their balance and landed hard on the bluestone slab, their tailbone aching for a long time.
The third time, the fourth time, and the fifth time.
Every time is different, and every time there's a problem.
Sometimes it's because there's not enough vital energy, and it runs out halfway through. Sometimes it's because you can't control the direction. You're clearly rushing forward, but you end up veering half a meter to the left and almost crashing into the courtyard wall. Sometimes it's because the timing of the burst is wrong. If it's a little too early or a little too late, the effect will be completely different.
There is no formal method.
Yi Songjin never taught it, Su Nian never talked about it, and Baozi and the others never mentioned it.
He could only rely on instinct, his meager foundation in Qi control, and the experience accumulated from repeated failures to explore the correct feeling.
Unstable.
It is easily out of control.
He stood in the courtyard, panting heavily.
After practicing for less than half an hour, the vital energy in my body was almost depleted.
The vortex of energy in his dantian, which was the size of a walnut, had now shrunk to the size of a peanut, spinning slowly and sluggishly.
He bent over, placed his hands on his knees, and sweat dripped from his forehead, staining the bluestone slab and spreading a small dark patch.
"Take a break." Xiang Dingkun sat on the threshold, holding a fan in his hand and slowly waving it. "I get tired just watching you run around like this."
Lu Siye didn't say anything. He straightened up, walked to the eaves, and sat down against the wall.
The art of detection.
This is another fundamental skill he can practice now.
The primordial energy is projected outwards for perception.
First, he disperses his faint primordial energy out of his body, extending it out like tentacles to sense the surrounding environment, airflow, and life force.
The principle is simpler than monthly updates, but it is more difficult to operate.
The Moon Chase simply directs the primordial energy in one direction; it's direct and forceful, as long as the amount is controlled.
The detection technique is different; it requires dispersing the primordial energy into countless fine threads, spreading them evenly, and ensuring that each thread remains stable, unbroken, orderly, and undisturbed by external factors.
He closed his eyes and tried to disperse the last bit of primordial energy in his dantian.
The primordial energy seeped out of the body, like a thin mist, spreading outward along the skin.
One meter. Two meters. At three meters, the edges begin to blur, like a drop of ink falling into water, slowly spreading and fading.
He could feel the outline of the courtyard wall, the warm breath emanating from Xiang Dingkun on the threshold, and the presence of the osmanthus tree in the courtyard.
But it's very blurry; you can only see the general shape, not the details.
Then......
A gust of wind blew by.
The detection field collapsed instantly.
The delicate strands of primordial energy that had been painstakingly spread out were scattered by the wind, leaving nothing behind.
Lu Siye opened his eyes and rubbed his temples.
My head hurts a little.
This is a side effect of overusing the Detection spell.
Releasing primordial energy outwards consumes not only primordial energy but also mental energy.
He's lacking in both now. Every time he finishes training, he feels completely drained, his mind is foggy, and his body is limp.
"You don't look well," Xiang Dingkun's voice came from the other side of the doorway. "Don't ruin yourself."
"It's alright," Lu Siye said. "I just need to rest for a while."
He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.
There is no formal method. There is no guidance. There is no feedback.
The only way is through meditation, external perception, and trial and error.
The range is pitifully small, the clarity is appallingly low, and it collapses at the slightest breeze.
Forget about discovering weaknesses and internal structures, they can't even sense other people's primordial energy attributes.
He could only vaguely sense that Xiang Dingkun had "qi" on him, but he couldn't tell what kind of qi it was, or even whether it was primordial qi or ordinary human body heat.
That's all he can do now.
It involves gathering, accumulating, and releasing Qi, along with a half-baked approach to lunar tracking and exploration techniques.
They are still far from meeting the requirements of the Four Symbols Heroes.
Yi Songjin once said that the standard for the Four Symbols Heroes is to defeat a Tyrant Zero with the cooperation of a three-person team.
Ba Ling.
Baozi described it as having a specific gravity twice that of zero, being slow but extremely powerful, capable of punching through a wall.
As the sun began to set, Lu Siye finished his practice and walked up the mountain along the path behind the house.
Xiang Dingkun said there was a bamboo forest on the mountain and asked him to cut down a few bamboo stalks so he could weave some kind of basket.
The path was mostly covered by weeds, making it difficult to walk.
As he walked, he thought about how Yue Zhu would exert force, and unconsciously tried it a few times, but the effect was not very good.
He stopped halfway up the mountain.
There's something on the hillside.
It's not a stone, not a tree stump, it's alive.
He squinted and looked at it carefully.
The thing was crouching behind a large rock, peeking out half its head and looking at him.
It's shaped like a little pig, round and plump, and weighs about four or five pounds.
But the fur is white, not ordinary white, but a shiny, almost glowing white.
It has quills in some places, like a porcupine, standing up one by one, but much thinner and softer than a porcupine's quills, trembling slightly in the wind.
It had a pair of large, bright black eyes, which were staring at him intently without moving.
Lu Siye stood still, staring at it.
After about three or four seconds, the thing suddenly pulled its head back, darted out from behind the rock, and its four short legs moved quickly as it disappeared into the depths of the forest.
It's fast, but its running posture is a bit clumsy.
Lu Siye stood there, staring in the direction it had disappeared, and paused for a moment.
What is that?
He grew up in the mountains and interacted with all kinds of animals from a young age.
I saw hares, squirrels, weasels, wild boars, badgers, and even foxes twice.
But this... white, round, spiky creature, he had never seen before.
He thought about it for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so he continued walking into the bamboo forest.
By the time we returned with the bamboo, it was almost dark.
Xiang Dingkun started a fire in the yard, with an iron pot on it. The water was already boiling and bubbling away.
Lu Siye put down the bamboo, sat by the stove, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.
"Uncle Xiang, I saw something on the mountain."
"What is it?"
"I don't recognize it." Lu Siye gestured. "It's this big, round, with white fur and quills. It looks like a porcupine but is much smaller. It runs quite fast."
Xiang Dingkun paused for a moment.
He looked up at Lu Siye.
"You saw it?"
"Um."
Xiang Dingkun stuffed firewood into the stove, patted the ash off his hands, and sat down by the stove.
"Of course you haven't seen it," he said. "That thing doesn't even belong to this world."
Lu Siye was stunned.
Not from this world?
He thought Xiang Dingkun was joking.
"Uncle Xiang, you're kidding me," he said. "If it's not from this world, then which world is it?"
Xiang Dingkun did not respond.
He added a piece of firewood to the stove, and after a while, he suddenly spoke, asking a question that caught Lu Siyue completely off guard.
"You're practicing the Xia Lan technique, aren't you?"
Lu Siye's body stiffened for a moment.
He glanced at Xiang Dingkun's hand instinctively.
Both hands were placed on his knees, palms facing up, and there was nothing there.
Without the Xia Lan Seal, it's just a pair of hands that's been working all year round.
He is not a Xia Lan.
But he knew about the Xia Lan technique.
Lu Siye was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.
"Um."
Xiang Dingkun looked at him and smiled.
"You call this the Xia Lan Technique," he said. "But where we're from, we usually call it the Qi Control Technique."
Lu Siye sat by the stove, without moving.
The firelight shone on Xiang Dingkun's face, flickering and making his expression appear both near and far.
"Would you like to hear it?" he asked.
Lu Siye nodded.
Xiang Dingkun added a piece of firewood to the stove, and the flames flickered, brightening the courtyard a bit.
"Legend has it that in the beginning of time," he said, "chaos split into two extremes, the realm of extreme yang and the realm of extreme yin."
"The human realm is in the middle, the place where the two realms meet."
"Qi is the link connecting the three realms and the force that maintains balance."
He stretched out his hand, palm facing up, fingers slightly spread.
"The Extreme Yang Realm is a place composed of pure primordial energy. There is no life, no death, only light and order."
"The four divine beasts guard that place, from which primordial energy flows to the human world and back to the heavens, in an endless cycle."
He turned his palm over so that it faced down.
"The realm of extreme yin is different."
"That place is where sinful energy gathers, and desire and destruction breed from there."
"Many of the strange beasts described in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, as well as the legendary Four Fiends—Qiongqi, Taotie, Hundun, and Taowu—came from the Extreme Yin Realm."
"However, they are not the most powerful. The most powerful are the Seven Deadly Sins, the supreme will of the Netherworld. It is said that each one represents an ineradicable sin in human nature."
He withdrew his hand and looked at Lu Siye.
"The human realm is in the middle."
"When Yin and Yang intersect, when the two poles collide, this is both a battlefield and a crucial point. If the balance is broken, the entire Three Realms will be in turmoil."
Lu Siye sat there, his mind a jumbled mess.
The Realm of Extreme Yang. The Realm of Extreme Yin. The Seven Deadly Sins. Mythical Beasts from the Classic of Mountains and Seas.
He had never heard of these things before.
He believed that the world was the human realm, Zero was the only enemy, and the Xia Lan were the only protectors.
But now Xiang Dingkun tells him that there is another world.
Zero is only one part of it.
"So..." Lu Siye began, his voice a little dry, "that thing I just saw, was from the Extreme Yin Realm?"
Xiang Dingkun nodded.
"It's called a porcupine, one of the lowest-ranking creatures in the Yin Realm. It's not harmful, just like a wild rabbit in the human world. I don't know how it got here."
Lu Siye remained silent.
He looked at Xiang Dingkun, the firelight reflecting off his face and highlighting his wrinkles and scars.
A person living alone on a small island on the border of Japan.
There were no neighbors, no family, and no friends within a radius of several miles.
Lu Siye began to have doubts.
Ordinary people wouldn't know these things.
Yi Songjin is a Xia Lan, so it's not surprising that he knows about the Extreme Yang Realm and the Extreme Yin Realm.
However, Xiang Dingkun is not a Xia Lan. He does not have the Xia Lan Seal. He himself said, "You call this Xia Lan Technique," which means that he is not a member of this system.
Who is he?
How do you know these things?
Why would someone live alone on this secluded island?
Lu Siye opened his mouth, wanting to ask.
Xiang Dingkun spoke first.
"Don't overthink it," he said. "I'm just a storyteller. When I was young, I traveled around and heard a lot of random things. I just remembered them."
He stood up, dusted off his pants, walked to the stove, and lifted the pot lid.
Steam billowed up, white and obscuring his face.
"Believe it or not, it's up to you. It's getting late, eat your food and go to bed early."
Lu Siye sat there, without making a move.
He didn't want it to end like this.
He had a premonition that what this person was talking about was likely related to the Xia Lan Seal in his possession.
He thought of the blind man who drew his portrait.
What Xiang Dingkun just said was just the beginning.
Extreme Yang Realm, Extreme Yin Realm, Seven Sins Sect, Mythical Beasts from the Classic of Mountains and Seas.
What is the relationship between these things and Xia Lan? What is the relationship between them and Zero?
He wanted to ask.
But Xiang Dingkun didn't give him a chance.
"Stories have to be told slowly," he said, putting the pot lid aside and stirring the soup in the pot with a spoon. "It wouldn't be interesting if I told it all at once."
He glanced at Lu Siye, and the firelight flickered across his face.
"Right?"
Lu Siye looked at him and remained silent for a few seconds.
He's right, stories need to be told slowly.
Then he stood up, walked to the stove, and picked up a bowl.
"Is the soup ready yet?"
"Alright. Serve."
The two people sat on the doorstep, each holding a bowl, and drank soup.
It wasn't very tasty, not even as good as overnight instant noodle soup.
But his mind wasn't on that.
He glanced at Xiang Dingkun.
Very ordinary, so ordinary that I don't know what adjective to use, a middle-aged man with a full beard? A storyteller with a few hobbies?
Or perhaps a hidden mastermind!? Never mind... that's unlikely.
It was completely dark.
The moon had not yet risen, and the only light in the courtyard was the faint red glow of the embers in the stove.
Lu Siye finished his soup, put down the bowl, and looked at the darkness outside the courtyard.
Xiang Dingkun sat next to him without saying a word.
The two of them sat there, listening to the waves crashing against the shore in the distance.
The moon finally rose from behind the mountains.
Xiang Dingkun stood up, picked up the empty bowl, and walked into the house.
He paused when he reached the door.
"If you still want to hear it tomorrow, I'll continue."
Lu Siye paused for a moment, then nodded.
Although he was eager to know what would happen next, on this night without a cell phone, even some vulgar jokes could make him happy for a long time.
But for some reason, he didn't dare... or rather, he was afraid to know what happened next.