Chapter 92: Sun Yan's Story

  A silence in the forest, with only the scorching temperature wreaking havoc everywhere.

  After a long time, a clear and melodious voice of a young man rang out, and what he said was both laughable and tear-jerking.

  "Brother Sun is wise and brave, with a kind heart and a strong sense of justice. When he met me, Bei Long, a humble youth, he still treated me with the spirit of saving lives and healing wounds, sparing no effort to cure me wholeheartedly. Such noble qualities are truly rare in this world, unmatched by anyone else! Brother Sun, long live!"

  "Brother Sun Yan is wise and brave, with a kind heart and a strong sense of justice. When he met me, Bei Long, a humble youth, he still adhered to the humanitarian spirit of saving lives and healing wounds, sparing no effort to treat me wholeheartedly. Such noble qualities are truly rare in this world, unmatched by anyone... Brother Sun Yan, long live..."

  "Brother Sun Yan is wise and brave, with a kind heart and a strong sense of justice. When he met me, Bei Long, a humble youth, he still adhered to the humanitarian spirit of saving lives and healing wounds, sparing no effort to treat me wholeheartedly. Such noble qualities are truly rare in this world, unmatched by anyone, Brother Sun Yan is..."

  "Ugh..."

  Bailong repeated himself three times, and by the third time, he felt a wave of nausea in his stomach, and he suddenly dry-heaved on the spot. He was filled with shame and anger, but didn't dare to show it.

  "Mr. Sun, can you now advance me a few bottles of Frostfire Repair Fluid?" Berlon said calmly.

  Sun Yan's face was innocent as he said, "Frostfire Repair Liquid? What is that? I've never even heard of it."

  A cold smile appeared on Bailong's face, he had expected Sun Yan to say that. His tone gradually turned cold as he calmly said: "Mr. Sun Yan, let's lay our cards on the table and speak plainly. What exactly do you want? Just say it directly, I, Bailong, always keep my word and will never go back on it after the fact."

  He lifted his head and looked at the sky, feeling that he had fully transformed the power of the past. Without another word, he bent down and picked up Bellon.

  Suddenly being held up, Bellon's body tensed up instantly, and he shouted: "What are you doing? How dare you, let me go quickly." His voice was still cold, but it revealed a hint of moving magnetism.

  "Shut up!" Sun Yan's face was filled with disgust, and he frowned. "Do you think I enjoy hugging a man? Since you've met my conditions, I'll naturally help you treat your injuries."

  With both feet on the ground, Sun Wen hugged Baylong and jumped onto the tree with a few ups and downs, sat cross-legged, just like in the morning, ready to start healing.

  When Sun Yan's palm pressed against Bailong's chest, the latter's eyes flashed with unbearable shame, but then he understood something, his eyes widened in surprise, and he hesitated: "You can rely on yourself to refine the ice and fire powers within me?"

  "Why are you talking so much?"

  Sun Yan's eyebrows furrowed, and he commanded, "Circulate the internal yuan force throughout your body, try to spread it all over. I'll slowly measure these two forces from the outside, one inside and one outside, working together in tandem, this way the injury will recover a bit faster."

  Bailong no longer spoke, and looked at Sun Yan in surprise. He then closed his eyes and began to exert himself to mobilize the yuan force that had been completely suppressed by external forces within his dantian.

  Moments later, wisps of white mist rose from the two people's bodies, gradually shrouding their figures. Even at the hottest time in White Prison Star, those mists persisted and grew thicker instead of dispersing.

  As time passed minute by minute, second by second, Sun Yan felt the icy and fiery powers emanating from Bailong's body growing stronger and faster. He couldn't help but feel astonished - although Bailong was only a second-grade warrior, his control over his own elemental energy was as effortless as breathing, proving that he was no ordinary talent.

  In the late afternoon, Sun Yan felt that the yuan force in his body was becoming more and more abundant, once again reaching saturation. He had just thought of withdrawing his palm from Bailong's body when he suddenly felt a violent shock on both sides of his wrist.

  Knock knock!

  The skin on both sides of the wrist sank in, and the yuan force inside seemed to be attracted, following which it quickly gathered towards that side. The yuan force in the dantian continuously surged out, sinking into the sunken areas on both sides of the wrist.

  Sun Yan couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement, he knew that helping Bailong treat his injuries and infuse the two strands of ice and fire into his body had actually allowed him to prematurely open up the meridian channels in his wrists.

  Third-level martial boundary, the key lies in the fact that the 16 joints of the body's yuan force channel are connected, making the circulation of yuan force faster and the inner yuan of the whole body more dense.

  Every meridian that passes through the body, one's strength will increase by a layer, this is the difference between a third-level martial artist and a second-level martial artist, at the same time, it is also the difficult point for a third-level martial artist to break through.

  There are 16 meridian channels in the body. Some warriors spend their entire lives trying to fully open them, but can only reach the third level of martial arts, and their strength stagnates.

  As the wrist meridian was unblocked, Sun Yan's body was filled with abundant internal energy, and the feeling of swelling pain in his meridians immediately disappeared. He manipulated the internal energy inside his body to continue helping Bailong heal his wounds.

  But just as he looked up, he saw Bayron drenched in sweat, seemingly enduring great pain, yet gritting his teeth and trying not to make a sound.

  Sun Yan was taken aback, but soon understood that while extracting the power of ice and fire, Bailong himself was also enduring extreme pain. He didn't expect this young man to be so tough, not making a sound for an entire afternoon.

  With a withdrawal of the primordial energy in his palm, Sun Yan withdrew his hand and said, "That's about it. Continue like this for three more days, and the two external forces within your body will be fully refined."

  Bailong nodded slightly, his entire body already drenched, outlining his slender physique. He breathed lightly, and a faint fragrance wafted out.

  Sun Yan's nose twitched as he sized up Bellon from head to toe, his gaze so strange that it made the latter's heart tremble with fear.

  "What are you staring at?" Bellon shouted.

  Heaving a sigh, Sun Yan shook his head and said: "As a martial artist, your body is so thin and you still have the scent of a baby, tsk! You're not man enough."

  Bailong gritted his teeth, turned his head and didn't bother to respond to Sun Yan. He found that if he really wanted to show off his eloquence, Sun Yan was not a worthy opponent after all, so he simply shut up.

  Sun Yan stood up, picked up Bellon and jumped down from the tree. Beside him, the little rabbit that had been waiting quietly suddenly hopped over, saw Bellon's rosy face, and couldn't help but jump up excitedly.

  Looking at the little rabbit, Sun Yan became more and more fond of it: "This little guy is really clever."

  Bei Long pouted and said: "It has a name, called Xiao Ai."

  "This name doesn't sound good." Sun Yan frowned and said.

  "Mind your own business, whether you call him or not."

  Sun Yun shook his head helplessly, really didn't know if he and Bellon were born to be at odds, the two would attack each other as soon as they spoke. He took out the interstellar travel sleeping bag and ignored Bellon's angry stare, picked him up and stuffed him in.

  "You're wounded, get some rest now, no more nonsense."

  After doing all this, Sun Yan no longer paid attention to Bellon, and instead picked up the little rabbit to tease it, occasionally using his fingers to gently lift the red curly hair on its forehead, provoking the little guy to bare its teeth and scratch.

  Bailong was stuffed into the sleeping bag, speechless and silent, only using the corner of his eye to observe Sun Yan's every move, while in his heart, a stormy wave was set off.

  Born with unparalleled nobility, Bailong has seen countless young geniuses, but a young man like the one in front of him is rarely seen in his life. Whether it's his way of doing things or that astonishing martial arts talent, both make Bailong feel extremely curious.

  During the day, Bailong thought that Sun Yan's absurd condition was just an excuse to tease him. However, this strange boy's condition turned out to be truly absurd, leaving Bailong baffled.

  But it was during his treatment of injuries that Bailong was truly shocked, Sun Yan had actually grasped the true meaning of Flame Yang and Extreme Cold.

  The true meaning of martial arts can only be understood intuitively and cannot be explained. Once you grasp any one of them, it is equivalent to mastering the path to the pinnacle of martial arts, and future achievements are boundless.

  However, a third-class martial artist unexpectedly grasped the true essence of two different martial arts. Such an astonishing and shocking talent has never been heard of before.

  After a long time, Bellon suddenly said: "Hey, Sun Yan. Are you really a student of the ordinary department of Emperor Feng Academy?"

  "Money back guarantee."

  Looking at Sun Yan's determined expression, Bellon slightly frowned and said: "Have the teachers of Emperor Feng Academy all gone blind? To put a student like you in the ordinary department, hum! The first-rate family is getting worse and worse."

  Upon hearing this, Sun was taken aback for a moment, and took a good look at Baylon. He smiled and said: "You kid may be a bit arrogant and have a poisonous mouth, but you're actually quite honest. If you can change those bad habits of yours, I'd be willing to be friends with you."

  "Who wants a friend like you." Bailong curled his lips and retorted, "If you can change your shameless character and be polite, I'd also be willing to be friends with you."

  "Cut! You don't understand." Sun Yan said disdainfully, "Brother, this is the real me. How tiring is it to wear a mask every day and speak? Those people from noble families, each and every one of them is hypocritical and disgusting. If one day I become like that, I will even dislike myself."

  Listening to the young man's words, Bailong's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't speak, turning his head away and falling silent.

  Since they met, the atmosphere between them calmed down for the first time, and there was no longer the previous tension.

  The little rabbit, lying in Sun Yan's arms, stretched out its head, looked at Baylong, then glanced at Sun Yan, opened its rabbit lips, and seemed to let out a burst of laughter. As if it was happy for its master, who could get along peacefully with Sun Yan, feeling truly delighted.

  Rubbing the little rabbit's head, Sun Yan's playful heart rose, and he said in a low voice: "Little guy, on this long night, do you want me to tell you a story?"

  Story?

  The little rabbit's two long ears stood up instantly, raised its head, and a hint of disdain floated in its red eyes, as if telling Sun Yan that there were almost no stories in the world that it hadn't heard.

  Look at that little guy's smug face. Sun Yan curled his lips and smiled, "Oh? What, don't you want to hear it? I guarantee, brother, this story you've absolutely never heard before."

  Next to him, Bailong slightly turned his head and muttered: "Hmph! Big words are not shameful."

  Sun Yan ignored him, hugging the little rabbit and laughing: "Hehe, you little guy listen up!"

  "A long, long time ago, the mother planet Earth was still in the cold weapon era. At that time, the dynasty generally implemented a conscription system, which was compulsory. As long as there were young and strong men at home, they would be forcibly recruited to become soldiers."

  "There was a family with a brother and sister, and elderly parents and grandparents to support. One day, the dynasty began recruiting soldiers again, and the brother of that family would inevitably be a target for forced recruitment. However, if the brother joined the army, and the sister got married later, who would take care of the elders? So, the sister decided to disguise herself as a man and join the army in place of her brother."

  The little rabbit in her arms yawned and seemed about to fall asleep at any moment.

  Bailong sneered and ridiculed, "Will that sister establish great merit in the future, return to her hometown, and bring glory to her ancestors? I'm not saying you, but this story is too cliché."

  Sun Yan's eyes slanted slightly as he said calmly, "Don't be so impatient, I haven't gotten to the interesting part yet. Listen carefully and then see if it's old-fashioned or not."

  Bailong let out a cold laugh and stopped speaking, while Xiao Tu also lifted his head and forced himself to muster up some energy.

  One day, after her sister entered the military camp, a big battle happened. She followed the main force to fight against the enemy, and that battle was intense. During the fight, her sister's body suddenly stiffened, and she suddenly realized that her pants were wet with a patch of fresh blood...

  At this point, Sun Yan smiled mysteriously and paused for a moment. The little rabbit, however, seemed to have gained some energy, twisting its fluffy body and urging Sun Yan to continue speaking.

  Bailong's face was somewhat dull and seemed to vaguely understand what was going on.