Chapter 2

Doctor tilted his head and looked at Qin Feng for a while, then suddenly shook his head: "Qin Feng, why do you always wear such a stern face, scaring everyone to death? In fact, I know that you care a lot about each of your soldiers. Others may not know, but I do. After every battle, you are always very sad because of the fallen comrades."

Qin Feng chuckled coldly: "Is that so? I care that they don't die sooner? Anyway, those who come to my camp are basically as good as dead."

"Don't say that. You can fool others, but not me. Before you became the commander of the Death Corps, the casualty rate was ninety percent. But in the few years since you took over, it has dropped to less than fifty percent." The doctor also sneered: "You may seem heartless, but in fact, you are quite compassionate. When Langya, Baozi, and Xiaomao were transferred, they all came to me. They are all very grateful to you."

"Bullshit, a bunch of ingrates. I finally had a few helpers, and they all ran away faster than rabbits." Qin Feng snatched the oil paper package from the doctor's hand, tore it open in a few moves, and inside was a golden roasted chicken. The doctor always had good food, and everyone in the camp fawned over him!

The doctor burst out laughing: "Qin Feng, you say I'm crazy, but in my eyes, you are the real lunatic. Don't think I don't know how Langya and the others were transferred. You went to the general to get them transferred out. You felt sorry for them and didn't want them to die in the Death Corps. Don't look at me like that. Who am I? The famous doctor of the Western Border Army. Is there anything I can't find out? Is there anything I can't do?"

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, then stuffed the chicken leg back into his mouth, "Is that so? Can you do anything?"

The doctor was radiant, about to boast a bit more, but suddenly his expression fell: "Indeed, there is one thing. I can't think of any way to solve the aftermath of the internal cultivation you practice. Where did you get this cultivation method? It's damn powerful and effective, and the progress is astonishingly fast, but no matter what skill, it should be balanced, yin and yang, water and fire. How can it go to such an extreme? I, Shu, have seen a lot, but I have never seen such a cultivation method. It's purely designed to harm people."

Qin Feng laughed heartily: "I'm very happy to see you stumped."

The doctor suddenly got angry, snatched the remaining roasted chicken from Qin Feng's hand, and started gnawing on it: "Humph, happy? Qin Feng, I warn you, you'd better give it up now and stop practicing. While your skills are still shallow, I can still save you, but if you continue, I won't be able to help you. In the end, you will have internal fire overflowing, do you know the terrifying result? You will burn from the inside out and die a fiery death."

Hearing the doctor's angry words, the smile on Qin Feng's face disappeared. After a while, he said, "If I scatter my skills, I will die even faster. Shu Fengzi, do you know what it means to be in the army without strong power?"

"Qin Feng, there is more than one path in this world. If you scatter your skills, I will take you away from the army. What can't you do to live a lifetime? You are the only friend I have in this world, and I don't want you to die."

"Living a mediocre life is worse than death." Qin Feng lowered his eyelids, "Or perhaps heaven will favor me and give me another path."

Shu Chang sighed, "Qin Feng, I don't know what you want to do, but you must understand that life is the most precious thing. Without life, you have nothing."

"Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are decided by heaven. I cannot scatter my skills. Once I do, I will become a cripple and have no future. This great battle may bring a breakthrough on the battlefield. Didn't you say you had another bottle of that medicine?"

Shu Chang shook his head, reached into his chest, and pulled out a bottle, "Take it, take it. The more you take, the closer you are to death. Go ahead and take it! Heaven never opens its eyes. Relying on him is a mistake."

"Thanks!" Qin Feng grabbed the bottle and carefully tucked it into his chest.

"Thanks for nothing!" Shu Chang angrily stormed out, pulling the curtain.

Alone in the tent, Qin Feng's smile gradually faded. How did he not know that the deeper he practiced this skill, the closer he was to death? But he had no choice but to practice it, had to practice it.

The Profound Yuan Skill, when he started practicing it, was destined to become his nightmare. But when he started practicing it, how could he have known it would end like this?

The Profound Yuan Skill was once the most famous and top-tier cultivation method in the world. But in the thousand years since its creation, the only person who truly mastered it was Li Qing, the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty, the most powerful empire in the world. After Li Qing's death, this cultivation method became extinct and was forgotten over a thousand years. The Tang Dynasty, which had lasted for a thousand years, also underwent a dramatic change a hundred years ago. The Tang Dynasty, which had been passed down for a thousand years, was on the decline and was usurped by the domestic minister Cao Wending. A river of blood flowed in the thousand-year-old capital of Chang'an, and the magnificent Tang Palace turned to ashes in a raging fire. The cultivation method, which had been hidden deep in the palace and forgotten, disappeared without a trace.

After this dramatic change, the Tang Dynasty split into four countries: West Qin, South Chu, North Yue, and Cao's East Qi, which inherited most of the Tang territory.

Qin Feng now understood why, in the thousand years since Li Qing, the Li family's descendants could not master the Profound Yuan Skill. Because those who practiced it all died. The death of one or two could be attributed to carelessness, but the death of all who practiced it could only mean that there was a problem with the cultivation method. No one knew why Li Qing could master it while others could not, perhaps it could only be explained by his extraordinary talent.

Qin Feng undoubtedly followed the path of countless others who had practiced this skill, but he realized it too late.

The Profound Yuan Skill was extremely powerful and easy to start, with rapid progress. Qin Feng began practicing this skill at the age of ten and broke through to the third level at sixteen. But at this point, Qin Feng also noticed something was wrong. The internal energy in his body was like raging flames, and only killing could勉强平息内心的躁动，让他安静下来。这也是他参军的原因，投身西部边军，自然是因为南楚与西秦之间，百十年来，征伐不断，战争无休无止。只有在军队中，杀戮才是合法的。

秦风自愿报名参加敢死营。六年间，他用他的杀戮和凶狠，不仅让敌人闻风丧胆，也让敢死营中的其他战友胆战心惊。敢死营中的人换了一代又一代，当年秦风入营时的老兵已经所剩无几，但秦风的凶名却从士兵的口中，一代一代地传了下来。

其实没过多久，秦风便发现，这只不过是饮鸩止渴而已。杀戮能平息内息的躁动，却会让混元神功的修行更快。在敢死营的六年里，混元神功飞快地突破了第四层。这让秦风惊恐不安，他陷入了一个怪圈：不杀戮，内息便会造反；但不停地征战，却会让这股不安分的内息不断强大。

秦风自己清楚，一旦混元神功到了第五层，自己的经脉便再也无法承受，自己会像那些曾练过此功法的人一样，死翘翘。

而这时，舒疯子的意外出现，让他暂时缓解了危机。这位江湖游医当年来到敢死营时，秦风还以为他是一个骗子，但很快，舒疯子便让敢死营中的所有人都敬服。没有人会得罪一个能和阎王抢人的大夫。而他来到敢死营的原因，也让秦风瞠目结舌：因为敢死营恶名在外，他来这里，只是因为在这里可以为所欲为地进行他的研究。秦风看过此人将活人开膛破肚治病，虽然十个中一般会治死七八个，但也能侥幸活下一两个。而这十个人，本来绝对会死光光。随着时间的推移，现在舒疯子已经能将十个人中活下来三四个了，秦风知道，这是多么了不起的成就。

如果说自己是敢死营的阎罗，那舒疯子绝对是敢死营的活菩萨。医术惊人的舒疯子很快发现了不对，在为自己诊治后，将自己关在大帐中苦思了数天数夜，出来时，交给秦风的便是现在的这种药丸。

“它可以拓宽你的经脉，为你争取一点时间，但同时也是一剂毒药，会让你在将来发作时，比以往更加猛烈。能治好你问题的方法只有一个，散功！”舒疯子想出来的办法，秦风断然拒绝。

他选择了吃药。

这三年来，内息的确老实多了，但秦风心中很清楚，这是因为舒疯子的药物拓宽了自己的经脉，让自己能容纳更多的内息。否则以自己现在的内息在原来的经脉中流动，恐怕早已活活烧死了。

但经脉的拓展总是有限度的。自己终究会是一个被烧死的下场，如果在这之前没有找到解决办法的话。但连舒疯子都说没有办法的事情，难道自己便能在所剩无几的时间内找到吗？

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However, it was only a temporary solution. The internal energy in his body was like raging flames, and only killing could barely calm the turmoil in his heart, allowing him to find peace. This was the reason he joined the army, specifically the Western Border Army, where the constant warfare between South Chu and West Qin had been ongoing for a hundred years. Only in the army was killing considered legal.

Qin Feng voluntarily joined the Death Corps. Over six years, his brutality and ferocity not only terrified the enemy but also made his fellow soldiers in the Death Corps tremble with fear. Generations of soldiers in the Death Corps came and went, and the veterans from when Qin Feng first joined were few. But his fearsome reputation was passed down from one generation of soldiers to the next.

However, Qin Feng soon realized that this was merely a temporary solution. Killing could calm the turmoil of his internal energy, but it also accelerated the progression of the Profound Yuan Skill. In the six years he spent in the Death Corps, the Profound Yuan Skill rapidly advanced to the fourth level. This left Qin Feng in a state of fear and anxiety. He was trapped in a vicious cycle: without killing, his internal energy would rebel, but constant warfare only made this restless internal energy stronger.

Qin Feng knew that once the Profound Yuan Skill reached the fifth level, his meridians would no longer be able to withstand it, and he would meet the same fate as those who had practiced it before him.

It was at this critical moment that Shu Fengzi's unexpected appearance provided a temporary reprieve. When the itinerant doctor first arrived at the Death Corps, Qin Feng thought he was a fraud. However, Shu Fengzi quickly earned the respect of everyone in the Death Corps. No one dared to offend a doctor who could snatch people back from the brink of death. The reason for his arrival at the Death Corps was shocking to Qin Feng: because of the Death Corps' notorious reputation, he came here to conduct his research without restraint. Qin Feng had seen him perform surgeries on living people, and although he often killed seven or eight out of ten patients, he could save one or two. Without his intervention, all ten would have died. Over time, Shu Fengzi had improved, and now he could save three or four out of ten. Qin Feng knew this was an incredible achievement.

If Qin Feng was the Yama of the Death Corps, then Shu Fengzi was its living bodhisattva. The highly skilled Shu Fengzi quickly noticed something was wrong. After treating Qin Feng, he locked himself in the tent for several days and nights, and when he emerged, he gave Qin Feng the current medicine.

"It can widen your meridians and buy you a little more time, but it is also a poison that will make your future outbreaks more severe. The only way to cure your problem is to scatter your skills!" Qin Feng firmly rejected Shu Fengzi's solution.

He chose to take the medicine.

Over the past three years, his internal energy had indeed become more stable, but Qin Feng was well aware that this was because Shu Fengzi's medicine had widened his meridians, allowing him to contain more internal energy. Otherwise, with his current level of internal energy flowing through his original meridians, he would have already burned to death.

However, the widening of the meridians had its limits. Eventually, he would meet the same fiery end unless he found a solution before then. But if even Shu Fengzi said there was no solution, could he find one in the limited time he had left?