Chapter 90

After finishing his meal, Qifeng continued to walk while holding his phone and looking at it. You wouldn't believe it, but this *Nine Yang Zhen Jing* had been translated into a modern vernacular language with a strong translation flavor and an extremely literal interpretation, which, surprisingly, gave Qifeng a sense of inexplicable humor.

For example, the thing referred to as "a small area in the lower abdomen where the brain's neural reflex mapping zone is located" took Qifeng a long time to figure out that the multipurpose tool was actually talking about the dantian. Anyway, there were all sorts of bizarre translations.

Writing it too mystically so that no one could understand it was indeed a big problem, but explaining it to this extent also caused another minor communication issue. After all, Qifeng had a basic understanding of martial arts, which could lead to cognitive confusion. With no other choice, Qifeng had to abandon all his knowledge of martial arts and internal cultivation accumulated from years of reading martial arts novels, completely empty his mind, and treat himself as a complete novice to fully accept it, making it easier to read.

However, after accepting this setting, Qifeng discovered its advantages. It was incredibly detailed. Although there was no in-depth and easy-to-understand analysis, all the steps for practicing were very clear, and all the related terms were explained in a very straightforward manner. As long as you had a junior high school education and normal intelligence, you could definitely understand it! Since he didn't want to start practicing immediately, Qifeng just skimmed through the entire text. After reading the first few pages and getting used to those strange but quite accurate terms, his reading speed gradually increased.

Qifeng was fully focused, walking and reading at the same time. These days, there were many "phubbers" in school, people who were always looking down at their books, phones, or handheld game consoles. No one found Qifeng's behavior strange. Especially in their engineering department, there was a saying to mock the imbalance of the male-to-female ratio: "Is it easier to look up and find a girl or to look down and pick up money?" But when most people started walking with their heads down, even picking up money became difficult! This was... better left unsaid!

So, in this situation, how likely was it to bump into a girl while walking with your head down? Generally, the chance was very small. Some math geniuses in the math department even built a mathematical model to calculate this (how bored they must have been), and the conclusion was that it wasn't as difficult as winning a big lottery prize, but it wasn't as easy as winning a few hundred dollars either!

But Qifeng almost did encounter one. Why "almost"? Well, the three layers of the Dragon Elephant Prajna he had practiced weren't just for show; his senses were several times more acute than the average person, even when his head was down. Suddenly, he felt someone coming from the front. It seemed to be a girl. Qifeng quickly stopped, looked up, and his feeling was right. The girl in front of him was smiling charmingly, with beautiful eyes, and was very pretty, but... it was Su Mengmei, the president of the club.

"Ah, I knew even winning a small lottery prize wasn't that easy..." Qifeng put down his phone and shook his head.

Su Mengmei probably knew about the "lottery joke" and just laughed, ignoring Qifeng's complaint: "I haven't seen you for days. Where have you been? What have you been up to lately? If you want to meet girls, you can come back to the club. A lot of people miss you."

"Ha ha..." Qifeng could only laugh awkwardly. Was there some physical labor to be done at the club again? He remembered the last time he was called back because the girls couldn't carry the equipment, and the basketball club was out on a trip. They didn't want to call other boys for fear of inviting "wolves" into the house, so they only called him, their "insider." Fortunately, his great skills helped him handle the situation.

"Ah, well, I've been saving a world recently, and there's another galaxy waiting for me to develop. It's been quite busy." Qifeng always liked to tell the truth, no matter how big.

Su Mengmei wrinkled her nose at him: "What game are you talking about now?"

Qifeng gave her a thumbs up, "As expected of the president, your insight is amazing. Yes, it's two games, one is *Chinese Paladin*, and the other is *Mass Effect*. Oh, and occasionally *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*." In a general sense, Su Mengmei's guess was spot on.

Su Mengmei rolled her eyes helplessly. Qifeng's style of crossing the boundaries between the real and virtual worlds was something she was used to. She pointed at the phone in Qifeng's hand curiously, "What were you so focused on just now?"

"Martial arts secret manual!" Qifeng put his phone in his pocket, "I'm still in the research stage, and the results can't be disclosed yet."

Su Mengmei smiled, "Didn't you say your great skills were already perfected? Why do you need a secret manual?"

"Cough, more skills never hurt." Qifeng shook his head, "Besides, martial arts are like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you retreat. To save the world, how can I not... ah, spit, practice great skills? I'm just..."

"Okay, okay, I can't argue with you. When it comes to talking nonsense, I can't find many who can match you." Su Mengmei quickly interrupted him, "Because of this, I only just realized that you might actually have some real skills."

Qifeng wagged his finger, "Cough, cough, can you please remove 'seemingly' and 'a little'? I've told you I'm an expert, right? What can I do if you don't believe me?"

"It's just that you look so unreliable..." Su Mengmei muttered, then asked somewhat embarrassedly, "Hey, expert. Can you teach me that great yoga skill you perfected?"

Dragon Elephant Prajna? It seemed there was no problem. The first layer of Dragon Elephant was just an introductory skill; learning it wouldn't make one fly or teleport, so it wasn't a big deal. Su Mengmei wasn't like him, using the Life Creation Pill and the Rhinoceros Ground Dragon Pill as a foundation. Even if she perfected the first layer, it wouldn't have the same effect as his. Besides, if it weren't for Su Mengmei's guidance and teaching of a lot of theoretical and practical knowledge, his Dragon Elephant wouldn't have become so proficient so quickly. For this, he shouldn't keep it to himself.

Qifeng thought for a moment, scratched his face, and agreed, "No problem. When you have time, I'll teach you. It's not difficult; even a fool can understand it in half a year."

Su Mengmei's eyes widened, "Half a year to reach the level of the three channels and seven wheels?"

Qifeng looked her up and down, shook his head, "You don't need half a year. I think three months would be enough. Once you master it, you can easily take down a couple of petty thieves."

Su Mengmei thought for a moment and asked, "Do I need to bow to you as my master?"

Qifeng shook his head, "No, no need for that. If you're sincere, just send me some叉烧 (roast pork) during the New Year. But don't spread the family martial arts to others." Then he added, "Of course, if you want to teach Yan Xiaoge, I don't mind."

"Will it be hard to learn?"

"Not hard. With your yoga foundation, you can master it in an hour."

Su Mengmei was a bit skeptical, but she remembered that Qifeng had never made a boast he couldn't keep. For example, Yan Yufeng's leg, which was expected to take a miracle to heal in a week, was actually cured by Qifeng's seemingly ridiculous methods. The process was so casual that the two parties involved didn't even realize how miraculous the treatment was... until...

"Speaking of which, he doesn't dare to learn from you anymore... After the match, the other side found some connections and immediately took Yan to a drug test, drawing two tubes of blood. He almost became a lab rat! Fortunately, Uncle Yan brought him back."

Recently, everything had been calm on his side, so it seemed Yan Xiaoge hadn't betrayed him. Qifeng laughed and put his finger to his lips, "Thank you, please continue to keep it a secret."

After agreeing to teach Su Mengmei when she had time, Qifeng went to a quiet corner of the library and sat down to continue studying the *Nine Yang Zhen Jing*. Although the translated version had many more words, the actual content wasn't much. Think about it, the term "dantian" was expanded to over twenty characters by the multipurpose tool. How much substantial content could there be? It had to be said, this was a great way to pad the word count!

Qifeng skimmed through the translation several times, feeling that some of the specialized terms he understood needed to be manually changed, or he would get confused by the long strings of text.

Saying this, he started to make changes. The first thing to change was "dantian," followed by "meridians," "true qi," and so on. Qifeng estimated that after these changes, the text would be reduced to half its original length.

In the real world, the multipurpose tool wasn't easy to use openly. Although Qifeng had changed its projection color to transparent, making it less noticeable, it also made his operation more difficult. So, Qifeng had to keep the text on his phone and use the built-in text editing software to perform "find" and "replace" functions that the multipurpose tool could do instantly.

"Neural reflex mapping zone located in the lower abdomen of the body..." Qifeng typed each word into his phone, but halfway through, he suddenly had a shock, realizing he had overlooked something very important. The awkward phrasing of these terms almost made him miss the problem.

"Brain... inside...?!" Qifeng's pupils suddenly contracted as he stared at the screen, "What?!"

He quickly flipped through the translated version of the *Nine Yang Zhen Jing* on his phone, picking out all the terms like "dantian," "meridians," and "acupoints," and reading them carefully... Sure enough, all of them clearly stated that they were small areas or regions in the brain. The numerous explanations and modifiers following these terms had made him overlook this detail when he first skimmed through it.

Was this a translation error? That was a possibility. But if it wasn't a translation error, then the mystery of what internal cultivation really was might have a new answer.

Qifeng felt his mind getting confused. (To be continued...)