Chapter 150: The Truth About Zhenyuan

“Zixi! Why’d you do that? You scared me half to death!”

Ling Xuanrong rubbed her stinging fingers, glaring at Ye Zixi with annoyance.

“You shouldn’t carelessly touch Zhenqi! Asking to lose your fingers?”

Ye Zixi rolled her eyes at Ling Xuanrong, clearly frustrated.

The sudden disruption caught Lin Mu off guard. Afterward, he watched Ye Zixi curiously, wondering what prompted those remarks.

“Zhenqi changes drastically depending on what martial art someone practices. Almost every type carries immense power! Especially when released outside the body—it’s condensed to extreme levels. Wildly dangerous!”

Ye Zixi looked at them disdainfully as if speaking to fools. “Touch it carelessly? Your fingers might explode! And you, A-Mu! How could you let it drift out freely for someone to idle touch?”

“Ugh, I got caught in the crossfire!”

Lin Mu gave a helpless smile. Offering no further explanation, he flipped his left hand. Another sphere of Zhenqi manifested on his palm. He pressed it straight onto Song Yuru’s lower abdomen, transferring the energy ball toward her.

“No! Stop!”

Ye Zixi shrieked in horror…only to find Song Yuru unharmed, her complexion unnaturally rosy—unlike the frail person from days before.

“See? All fine.”

Lin Mu spread his hands innocently, grinning slightly.

“Th-That’s impossible!”

Ye Zixi’s jaw nearly dropped. What just happened defied every piece of knowledge she held.

Ever since starting Martial Arts, she’d studied its profound theories. Huaxia refined this across millennia—an elaborate, well-documented system.

Zhenqi marked a chasm between fighters. Even novices achieving it surged in power instantly. Top Experts who could release it? Unimaginable.

Although Zhenqi enhanced and healed its own user, it remained dangerously destructive to anyone else.

Healing others required matching Zhenqi attributes—a fiery technique clashing with a shadowy style? Disaster. Forget healing. Slowing death counted as good luck.

Yet Lin Mu treated others with his energy?! This flattened everything Ye Zixi learned for years. Unheard of!

Unless… Lin Mu practiced that lost method of Nianci Cloister? Their Internal Cultivation Method produced Zhenqi like miracle cures!

That sect vanished after violent upheavals. Fighting regular folk? Fine. Against peers? Helpless. No crushing attack power.

Ye Zixi squinted at Lin Mu. Nothing about him fit a healer-style fighter.

“Why’re you staring?”

Lin Mu pretended to cower, crossing his arms protectively.

“How’d you pull it off?”

Ye Zixi sat, now deeply intrigued.

“Pull what off?”

“Transferring power! Healing others!”

“Extract base Zhenyuan from your Zhenqi during Cultivation. This pure essence? Magic! Fixes nearly any harm. Enough of it? Raises the dead, regrows bone!”

He sounded confused. Simple stuff!

“Extract it? Zhenyuan?”

Baffled! Ye Zixi gaped. Beside her, Song Yuru and Ling Xuanrong seemed entirely lost.

“True! Didn’t your family teach this? Zhenyuan? Core energy inside fighters! Zhenqi? It’s Zhenyuan mixed with combat traits. Powerful attack form.”

Lin Mu offered explanations. Ye Zixi still shook her head blankly.

Earthly fighting theories ignored this concept. Lin Mu pieced it from Cultivation World principles—where practitioners unlock Spiritual Power. Foundation?

Spiritual Roots. Lose those? Recovery’s brutal. Needs treasures or decades of work.

Song Yuru? Noncombat body. Lin Mu couldn’t load Zhenqi into it. Earlier, he flowed out pure Zhenyuan into her vessel. Only this neutral energy stayed safe.

Just fixing a nasty cold barely affected Lin Mu’s reserves. Natural recovery took minutes.

“My family… never mentioned this. Zhenyuan? Zhenqi? Who told you?”

Ye Zixi knotted her brow, replaying Lin Mu’s words.

“My teacher mentioned both during my Cultivation. I’m just practicing mindlessly!” He beamed innocently.

“Mindless? If accurate, this could rewrite martial history! Your instructor must be godlike! Or holds incredible legacy secrets!”

Firmly she declared. “First time encountering these terms myself. Never studied anything remotely close.”

“Never encountered it?”

Lin Mu’s eyebrow arched. Ah! Earthly Masters never tapped Golden Core Stage. Forge a true inner core? Get this insight naturally.

“Sadly, yes! Explains stories where ‘masters died spent.’ Not empty Zhenqi. Cripplingly depleted Zhenyuan! Until organs failed!”

Flashing insight made Lin Mu nod. Smart!

“Exactly! Zhenyuan loss is horrific to reverse. Ignore it? Life’s at stake.”

He shot Ye Zixi an admiring glance.

“Ah! A-Mu! When you healed me… you used Zhenyuan?!”

Quiet listener Song Yuru gasped in panic.

“Sure did! Feel dizzy now. What’s happening?!”

White-faced Lin Mu spun dramatically sideways—planting his cheek firmly into Song Yuru’s full chest.

“So?! What now?! Zixi? Help him!”

Clutching his head, Song Yuru frantically begged Ye Zixi.

“Oh heavens! You… big hearted, simple girl!”

Ye Zixi felt like bashing her skull flat. “Releasing Zhenqi outdoors? Powerhouse move! His level curing your sniffles required crumbs of Zhenyuan! Seriously? Falling for that act?!”

“Ooooh… dizzy!”

Sensing defeat, Lin Mu moaned theatrically, burying deeper into “white rabbits.”

Then Song Yuru realized: Cleverly tricked into free affection! Bright blush rushed across her cheeks. She sharply twisted his ear.

Leaping sideways clutching his ear, Lin Mu scrambled off like a scolded pup. Watching his getaway, the trio dissolved into laughter.

Exhausted after yesterday’s mission, Lin Mu crashed home. Finally! Proper rest! He showered luxuriously, Meditated all afternoon. Fully recharged.

The girls shopped. Come night? Lavish celebration dinner! Safety. Mission success.

Song Yuru piled Lin Mu’s bowl unendingly with tasty choices.

“Yuru? Mass veggies won’t refill my drained Zhenyuan!”

Staring at the food mountain, Lin Mu gulped comically.

“Stuff yourself! Good for you! Eat!” Song Yuru grinned back.

“Hah! Actually? Know a fast Zhenyuan refill trick!”

Mysterious smirk accompanied another mouthful.

“Trick?! What?!”

Instant attention from Ye Zixi. Replenishing Zhenyuan topped any Zhenqi worries! Incredible!

“We? Execute Cosmic Yin-Yang Harmony Canon! Can’t fail.”

He announced playfully.

“That… style? Never cataloged it!”

Deep confusion hit as she searched her martial knowledge bank.

“Hear me! Partners channel primordial energies! Merge bliss essence! Repair loss! Instantly!”

Lin Mu gestured slickly.

“Should Zixi master it! Then A-Mu! Double team! Recharge danger-free! Perfect!” Ling Xuanrong chirped happily.

“Drop dead! Not practicing that ‘Harmony Dragon Ballet Dance’ abomination with him!”

Crimson-faced Ye Zixi attacked her dinner ferociously as Ling Xuanrong stared baffled.

“Pfft!”

Giggling Song Yuru choked mildly on her rice. Everyone knew? Her cluelessness showed starkly.

“Huh? What? Explain?!”

Ling Xuanroy spluttered helplessly. Suddenly, this laughing-table information freeze left her stranded.