Chapter 21: Two Hundred Years of Internal Energy

“I’m going to explode!”

Zuo Meng felt his body swelling unbearably, as if about to burst.

He stopped modifying his energy. The law chains snapped back into place, sealing his dantian. The transcendent sensation of cheating the world vanished abruptly. His dantian crashed from the Immortal Realm into the ordinary world’s mud, filled with discomfort. The internal energy growth halted, and the explosive pressure got suppressed by the law chains again.

Huff!

Zuo Meng exhaled sharply.

This was cheating. Ordinary people cultivating internal energy could never fill all their meridians like this. Differences in cultivation methods, effects, and innate talents limited normal practitioners. Only Zuo Meng’s crude method could brute-force flood his body with energy.

“So this is internal energy’s limit. The ancient creators never imagined someone reaching this level.”

By Zuo Meng’s calculations, accumulating this much energy would require 280 years of cultivation minus expenditures. Yet only three people in history had lived past two centuries, earning them the title of Lords.

Two hundred years of internal energy!

After prolonged meditation, Zuo Meng stood up – and his energy erupted like a storm. The nearest table exploded into splinters. Dozens of surrounding objects got destroyed. His discarded sword snapped in two.

“Too powerful. Can’t control it.”

Zuo Meng rushed to the door without concealment. Raising his hand, the storage room door detonated into fragments.

“Need empty space to adjust. This is dangerous.”

The energy’s ferocity exceeded expectations. Choosing an abandoned direction, Zuo Meng lightly tapped the ground. BOOM! The stone pavement shattered into a crater, collapsing half the building behind.

Within ten breaths, two silhouettes arrived. Both froze at the destruction.

“Who dares cause trouble in Heifeng Fort?!”

The boatman stared dumbly – nobody had ever vandalized a Lord’s domain before.

“Clean this up before Master notices.”

Xiong Gang arrived next, equally shocked but prioritizing damage control over pursuit.

Zuo Meng ignored the aftermath. His light push for liftoff became catastrophic – energy surged uncontrollably, blasting him past Heifeng Fort’s front ridge into midair descent.

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“What madness?!”

Intending to quietly adjust in his room, he’d instead launched halfway down the mountain.

Plummeting through mist, Zuo Meng stomped his right foot against his left. The crude maneuver – not the proper Cloud Stepping skill – wasted enough energy to fuel others for hours. But with two centuries’ reserves, he didn’t care.

He finally landed in dense fog, visibility under ten meters. Finding a stone wall, he channeled energy into his palm.

KABOOM!

The mountainside exploded into a bottomless cave. Stone fragments rained down.

“This’ll work.”

Sitting inside, Zuo Meng tried consolidating his energy. Half an incense stick later, he frowned. His overflowing dantian and clogged meridians resisted control – even basic actions leaked destructive energy.

“Faulty cultivation method. Try Heifeng Fort’s techniques.”

The manual from the boatman proved disappointing. “This isn’t Black Wind Lord’s true power. Just slightly better common internal skills – useless to me now.”

“Time to visit Black Wind Lord directly.”

Plans changed. With two centuries’ energy, Zuo Meng reverted to his original approach – taking what he needed. Apprenticeship was for the weak. Now he could crush anything.

“Seal the excess with law chains. Keep sixty years for control. Release at critical moments.”

The chains materialized, binding 140 years of energy while leaving sixty. Temporary seals could be broken anytime. Stability returned.

Exiting the cave, Zuo Meng leaped toward the mountain peak.