Chapter 2

"Xiao Ming, who was supposed to be terminally ill, actually survived; his life is truly tough!"

"Such a sickly person is a curse to others. If the old marquis hadn't spent so much martial essence to prolong his life, he would have definitely reached a higher realm by now."

"It would have been better if he had died! Living only harms others and himself."

Ning Xiaochuan, who had come back to life, caused a sensation in the Sword Pavilion Marquis Manor. Many people sighed, as if a plague deity that should have been sent away had returned.

Ning Xiaochuan, of course, was unaware of the commotion in the manor. Due to his extreme fatigue, it was already late when he returned to the Sword Pavilion Marquis Manor. He fell asleep as soon as he lay down on the bed.

On the bed, Ning Xiaochuan's soul floated out of his body, gradually shrinking into a point of light, flying into his brow, passing through a network of complex blood vessels, and arriving at the position of his heart.

"Am I in a dream?"

Ning Xiaochuan was a bit confused, staring at the heart in front of him.

"Why does my heart look like this? It has three atria and four ventricles. Is this the legendary Seven Apertures Lustrous Heart?"

A normal person's heart has only two atria and two ventricles.

However, in the Yuanxu Great Ning, which is filled with the primordial energy of heaven and earth, a very small number of people have hearts that are stronger than ordinary people, with three atria and two ventricles.

The extra atrium is located in the center of the heart, the size of a glass bead, known as the "Martial Heart Palace," used to store martial primordial energy.

Those who possess the Martial Heart Palace can absorb the primordial energy of heaven and earth, refine their bodies, and cultivate martial arts, becoming supreme experts who can fly through the air, move mountains, and overturn seas.

However, the number of people who possess the Martial Heart Palace is extremely small.

Out of a hundred people, only one might have the Martial Heart Palace.

The other ninety-nine can only be commoners for life. Even if they practice martial techniques and martial arts, they can only be a bit stronger than ordinary people and can never match those with the "Martial Heart Palace."

Of course, besides the Martial Heart Palace, there are other extraordinary heart palaces, such as the Blood Crystal Heart Palace, the Dao Heart Palace, and the Five-Colored Heart Palace. Some people's hearts undergo mutations in the fetal stage, transforming into shapes like divine lotuses, Buddhist beads, qilins, and human forms.

Those who possess these extraordinary heart palaces are extremely rare, all being unparalleled geniuses in the world. They would be fought over by the mansions of kings and marquises, sects, and martial halls, with unimaginable achievements in the future.

Ning Xiaochuan's Martial Heart Palace belongs to this category, with three atria and four ventricles, known as the "Seven Apertures Divine Demon Heart Palace."

When Ning Xiaochuan was born, it was detected that he possessed the "Seven Apertures Divine Demon Heart Palace." The old marquis was delighted for several days and issued a gag order, forbidding anyone from spreading the news, fearing that Ning Xiaochuan would be eliminated in his cradle. Therefore, apart from Ning Xiaochuan's parents and the old marquis, almost no one knew that he possessed the "Seven Apertures Divine Demon Heart Palace."

However, no one expected that Ning Xiaochuan's heart meridians were congested, and he suffered from a congenital illness, making it impossible for him to cultivate martial arts.

This matter made the old marquis spend countless resources and energy, secretly inviting various heart masters from the Yulan Kingdom to treat Ning Xiaochuan. The final result was always, "The heart is strong, but the heart meridians are blocked. No method can open the heart meridians, and he will not live past ten years."

Even those heart masters felt regretful. The Seven Apertures Divine Demon Heart Palace is a once-in-a-thousand-years occurrence. If he could cultivate, he would definitely become a revered or saintly figure, but heaven envied his talent and closed the door to cultivation for him.

In the end, the old marquis gave up on finding famous doctors but could not bear to see his ill-fated grandson die young. Therefore, every month, he would spend a large amount of martial essence to nourish Ning Xiaochuan's heart meridians and strengthen his body, spending a considerable amount of money to buy heart-nourishing pills and liquids for him to take, allowing Ning Xiaochuan to live to sixteen years old.

"Indeed, the heart meridians are severely blocked."

Ning Xiaochuan stood in front of his heart, looking at this powerful and extraordinary heart!

Ning Xiaochuan's previous life was a top cardiovascular doctor, scoring first in "Cardiac Anatomy" during his doctoral exams, and he knew more about the human blood vessels and heart structure than anyone else.

Although the hearts of martial artists in this world are different from ordinary people, the basic structure remains the same, and he could immediately see where his illness lay.

"If I had a scalpel and local anesthetic, I would try to perform surgery on myself." Ning Xiaochuan thought. He was a bold and meticulous person, daring to challenge what others dared not.

Just as he was thinking this, he saw a red sword light.

A tiny sword was flashing inside his heart.

This small sword was enveloped by blood, and if it didn't flash, it would be impossible to see. Even when the old marquis examined his constitution, he did not discover it.

The small sword transformed into a stream of blood-red gas, flowing out of the heart, gathering in Ning Xiaochuan's hand, and condensing into a palm-sized blood-red small sword. The sword body was adorned with strange patterns, like the sacrificial patterns used by ancient people to worship deities and demons.

"This... It seems I am really dreaming. This is not scientific! But since it's a dream, doing anything won't hurt, so I don't need anesthesia. I'll perform surgery on my heart today!"

"Will performing surgery in a dream be effective for the body? Ah! It hurts..."

Ning Xiaochuan was in agony, gritting his teeth, and his whole body was trembling after just the first cut.

"Is this... really a dream?"

This was naturally not a dream!

In martial arts, this is called "internal control."

Only martial artists who have reached the Divine Body realm can achieve this, condensing their martial souls, entering their bodies, and controlling the flow of their blood, even stopping their hearts for a short time.

Some martial artists with extremely powerful martial souls can even control their bodies to fight even if their heads are cut off.

Ning Xiaochuan had not reached the Divine Body realm, but he could achieve "internal control" because his soul had just fused with this body and was not yet stable. Therefore, he could leave his body and control the small sword to repair his heart meridians.

Once the surgery began, there was no reason to stop, and he had to endure the pain.

When the surgery was completed, Ning Xiaochuan was exhausted and truly fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning.

When Ning Xiaochuan woke up, he felt no pain in his heart after the surgery, and he smiled bitterly, "It seems it was just a dream. Hmm? Wait, why is there a flow of energy in my heart?"

Ning Xiaochuan was terrified to discover that he could see everything inside his body as soon as he closed his eyes.

He did not know that he had already reached the Primordial Energy realm and could "internally observe" his body.

Although he had never practiced martial arts since childhood, the old marquis used martial essence to nourish his heart meridians every month, and he had taken a large number of heart-nourishing pills and liquids. These martial essences and heart-nourishing energies did not dissipate but were mostly hidden in his blood.

Last night, he used the small sword to repair his heart meridians. The wounds were small and had been nourished by the heart-nourishing energy all night, so they had already healed, and he felt no pain.

Moreover, his heart meridians had been repaired, and the martial essences hidden in his blood were activated, transforming into the lowest-grade martial primordial energy, which was nurtured in the "Martial Heart Palace."

This martial primordial energy flowed with the blood, reaching every part of his body, nourishing his muscles, skin, organs, and senses, making his body stronger and gradually transforming.

After one cycle, the blood returned to the heart, and the martial primordial energy in the Martial Heart Palace increased slightly.

This process repeated itself.

Ning Xiaochuan could not understand the changes happening in his body but did not dare to tell others, so he decided to find the answers himself.

"Do you have a library here?" Ning Xiaochuan asked.

Ning Xiner's eyes widened, and she stood there, completely confused, not knowing what he was talking about.

Ning Xiaochuan quickly adjusted his thoughts and asked cautiously, "Does this manor have a book collection?"

Ning Xiner still stood there, staring at Ning Xiaochuan for a long time before saying, "You mean the book pavilion! Brother, are you suffering from amnesia?"

Ning Xiaochuan replied, "In medicine, a person who briefly dies may experience partial brain death. If they come back to life due to some special reason, amnesia is not impossible."

Ning Xiner did not understand what he was saying but felt that it made sense.

Ning Xiaochuan did not wait for Ning Xiner to think further and asked her to take him to the book pavilion.

The book pavilion of the Sword Pavilion Marquis Manor was vast, with twelve million books, covering a wide range of topics, from ancient to modern. It had bamboo slips, leather scrolls, and engraved books, but most were paper books.

Ning Xiaochuan spent the whole day in the book pavilion, and Ning Xiner even brought him lunch.

Ning Xiner was secretly pleased to see her brother suddenly studying so diligently. She stood by the bronze bookshelf, wiping away tears, "Brother seems to have stopped self-destructing."

The previous Ning Xiaochuan, unable to practice martial arts, was often mocked as "Ning the Sickly." Although he did not admit it, he eventually gave up on himself.

So, under the influence of the rich young men, he went to brothels.

The current Ning Xiaochuan gave Ning Xiner hope. Her brother had never studied so diligently before, and perhaps he wanted to pursue a literary path.

If martial arts were not an option, he could only study literature.

In the Yulan Kingdom, where martial arts were prevalent, studying literature had little future, but it was better than doing nothing.

Ning Xiaochuan sat on the ground, leaning against the bookshelf, closed the "Basic Martial Arts Theory" in his hand, and took a deep breath, saying, "According to the book, I am already at the second level of the Primordial Energy realm, where energy enters the blood, and the blood nourishes the body. A punch can carry martial primordial energy, delivering a force of eight hundred pounds."

"Heaven! Eight hundred pounds! Tyson's punch is only a thousand pounds. Am I going to match the strength of a boxing champion?"

Ning Xiaochuan scratched his head. This was just the second level of the Primordial Energy realm. If he reached the third level, his strength would increase to thirteen hundred pounds, making him a champion-level powerhouse, and ordinary people could not withstand a single punch.

"No wonder the book says that those with the Martial Heart Palace are true strongmen, the rulers of the world. It's hard to imagine how powerful the strongest people in this world are. Can they really burn the sky, boil the sea, cut through mountains, and sever rivers?"

When he looked up, it was already dark.

Ning Xiaochuan selected three books, "Geography of the Yulan Kingdom," "Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy," and "Chronicles of the Sword Pavilion Marquis Manor." After registering them with the old man in charge of the pavilion, he returned to the courtyard he shared with Ning Xiner, carrying the three books.

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Note: Tyson's right punch is 1600 pounds, and his left punch is 1000 pounds.

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