novelsite Chapter 93 My Unparalleled Talent
Chapter 93 My Unparalleled Talent
In a pitch-black environment.
Xu Yang, however, could clearly see Wei Qi standing beside him.
It was an extremely strange sensation, as if the darkness before my eyes was not a visual illusion.
Xu Yang stood still, looking around. He could vaguely sense something even more dangerous in the dense darkness.
Suddenly, a line of human figures slowly emerged from the darkness, walking in the same direction.
Their eyes were vacant, and their muscles were withered.
They looked like a pile of dried human corpses, with tattered cloth wrapped around their bodies, making it impossible to tell what they had looked like before, but they seemed to be of the same type.
Xu Yang looked warily at the dry corpse.
Suddenly, a strange impulse arose in my heart, and my feet involuntarily wanted to follow.
"Don't look at them, keep your head down."
It was Wei Qi's voice.
Xu Yang quickly lowered his head.
After shifting my gaze away from the dried-up corpse, the strange sense of being followed finally disappeared...
Before long, the scene before my eyes suddenly changed.
When Xu Yang looked up again
He and Wei Qi had appeared on the base of a portal, not the previous one, and the surroundings were no longer a basement.
This is a dilapidated room.
The gray-white paint was peeling off, a section of the floor was sunken, and a layer of dirty black stains had formed on the ground. The air was filled with the smell of rotting wood.
The room had no windows, only a dim light coming from the doorway.
However, Xu Yang had no time to dwell on the surroundings at the moment and couldn't help but ask, "What was that just now?"
Wei Qi stepped down from the base of the teleportation platform and replied:
"A group of mindless monsters, we call them wanderers. They set out from the astral plane, wandering towards their homeland, and after arriving at their homeland, they return to the astral plane and set off again."
"What would have happened if... I had gone with them?"
Wei Qi turned to look at him and said slowly, "Then you will arrive at their homeland, which may just be a desolate planet, or it may be the lair of various alien monsters."
In short, unless you can ascertain their origins, don't try to follow those homeless people; otherwise, no one knows where they'll take you.
The images of those dried-up corpses flashed through Xu Yang's eyes, and he felt a chill run down his spine.
He didn't intend to follow those dried corpses; he was just curious because they were too strange, acting only on instinct but with a kind of mind-suggestion that bewitched others.
Beside him, Wei Qi walked towards the door, waved to Xu Yang, and signaled him to follow.
Soon, the two arrived outside the room, which was an abandoned detached villa. All the facilities inside were broken, and even the surrounding walls had huge gaps. The wind was blowing through the broken windows.
Wei Qi walked ahead.
Wei Qi's clean and efficient movements showed her familiarity with the place; clearly, this was not her first time here.
Xu Yang glanced around and asked:
"Where is this place?"
"It's just an abandoned planet. My teacher came here with those wanderers and left behind a portal and coordinates."
As they spoke, the two had already walked out of the villa.
Outside, yellow sand was flying everywhere. They were in the ruins of a city, with tall buildings collapsed on the ground, some of which were just pitted metal skeletons.
Xu Yang looked into the distance.
Amidst the city's ruins, there were some black humanoid figures. Apart from a few wandering the streets, most of them were crouching or lying down among the steel wreckage.
The two walked toward the monsters until they were close enough.
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that these figures were actually black humanoid monsters with bulging muscles and skin that shimmered like armor. Their heads resembled the helmets of medieval knights, but their mouths were insect-like pincers.
At this moment, they are buried among the ruins, gnawing on the steel.
This must be the Black Armor Demon.
"Choose one, which one do you want as the implant material?" Wei Qi said, arms crossed.
Xu Yang felt as if the tone of voice was someone picking out vegetables at a market.
He looked into the distance.
Several black-armored demons were lying between the buildings, eating steel bite by bite. They varied in size and seemed to be allocating their foraging areas according to their size.
Xu Yang did not hesitate and quickly selected a target.
"Let's use that big stomach."
The spot he was pointing to was the tallest and fattest black-armored demon in the area, standing a full six meters tall with a ball of flab hanging from its belly.
Wei Qi nodded slightly.
Then, she slowly walked towards the giant, black-armored demon.
Xu Yang eagerly awaited the arrival of the newcomer.
Just then, he wanted to see Wei Qi's strength. As the "instructor" in the genetic memory, he might be at least at the first level.
Meanwhile, the black-armored demon opposite them was chewing on steel like it was some kind of bread, and didn't seem like someone easy to get along with.
Soon, the black-armored demon noticed someone approaching. Its previously bloated fat shrank into muscles as tough as iron, and a halo rippled across its skin.
Xu Yang stood there, and the moment he saw the halo, he suddenly felt a sense of panic and confusion. It was clearly a mental interference technique, coupled with the opponent's body that was as tough as iron.
It might be a major battle.
Thinking this, almost instantly, the Black-Armored Demon and Wei Qi passed each other.
Bang!
In an instant, Wei Qi slapped the black-armored demon's enormous head so hard it exploded, and the massive body collapsed to the ground.
It was refined in an instant.
Xu Yang's eyelids twitched.
What a thrilling and exhilarating battle!
He was speechless, feeling a sense of unfulfilled expectation; the Black Armor Demon was disappointing.
Looking at Wei Qi again, her palms were black, and upon closer inspection, there were dense black network veins under her skin, clearly showing the characteristics of the [Black Defense] ability.
However, the mesh seems a bit too dense.
With a soft "pfft".
Wei Qi used her palm to cut open the Black Armor Demon's chest cavity and took out a heart larger than her head, with countless black roots hanging from its surface.
This is the xenogeneic flesh and blood needed for transplantation.
……
In the blink of an eye, a day has passed.
Planet Anxu, Black King Hall.
After obtaining the alien flesh and blood, Xu Yang and Wei Qi returned to the basement and immediately transplanted the flesh and blood.
The whole process is not difficult; it only requires transplanting the processed flesh and blood into several approximate locations in the body.
This can be easily accomplished using some medical robots.
The difficulty lies in the subsequent traction, which requires fine-tuning the position of the foreign flesh and blood to the correct location.
At this moment, inside a gravity room.
Xu Yang took some medicine and, following the instructions of Hei Wang Zhen Gong, was practicing a boxing technique.
He was shirtless, and upon closer inspection, dozens of jujube-sized fleshy growths were visible beneath his chiseled muscles.
The legs and arms move in a special way, sometimes quickly and sometimes paused. This is not a boxing style developed for actual combat, but for training.
Cultivation...
Xu Yang was speechless; he had never seen such a complex cultivation method before.
It requires not only flesh and blood transplantation, but also a special gravity environment, medication, and finally, a special boxing technique.
In order to obtain only—
Xu Yang closed his eyes, and as he practiced his fist techniques, the medicine in his body was slowly digested.
Finally, he vaguely sensed a peculiar vortex of airflow lingering near the tumors around his body, but it was too weak and had a rather ambiguous feel to be true.
"Can you sense it? Use your fist technique to guide the alien flesh and blood as close as possible to those cyclones. The location of the cyclones is the most suitable implantation node in your body."
Wei Qi spoke up from the side.
Xu Yang continued to practice his fist techniques, slowly moving the foreign flesh and blood between his muscles.
But the closer he got to the cyclone, the more elusive his location of it became. Suddenly, his breathing became disordered, and all his senses of the cyclone disappeared.
Xu Yang frowned and asked, "The closer I get to their exact locations, the harder it is to pinpoint them. Is there any way to do this?"
"You can try focusing on sensing only one cyclone, moving the corresponding alien flesh and blood, and not getting distracted by anything else."
Wei Qi paused for a moment, then continued, "Actually, there's no need to rush. We can take it slowly. Locating the cyclone and placing the nodes is the most difficult part. Even a genius can't do it all in one step."
"Isn't there a shortcut?"
"Synchronizing genetic memory with reality is already a shortcut."
Xu Yang took a deep breath.
He took the medicine again and practiced his fist techniques until he vaguely sensed the vortex. He then controlled the tumor to move forward again, but this time he only controlled one tumor to slowly approach the vortex.
When we were farther away from the target, the sensation was indeed much clearer than before.
But then, as the distance gradually closed, the same problem recurred: the cyclone positioning became distorted, and then the sensing disappeared.
Keep trying, keep trying, and keep trying...
An afternoon passed.
Inside the gravity chamber, Xu Yang was covered in sweat after yet another failed attempt to locate the cyclone.
He finally stopped and looked at Wei Qi.
The other party simply shook their head, clearly having no other options.
Ultimately, mastering true skills requires gradual practice; there's no shortcut. One must try again and again until one can sense the location of the vortex when alien flesh and blood approach it. This depends not only on proficiency but also on talent.
One must use fist techniques to simultaneously guide the tumor and sense the vortex of energy, but whenever the tumor gets close enough to the vortex, it indirectly affects this sensing.
Not only must one be sufficiently familiar with the boxing techniques, but one must also be gifted enough in sensing and multitasking.
Xu Yang slumped to the ground and asked:
"Sister Qi, I'm really out of ideas. Can this thing really sense anything? How long did it take you to pinpoint the exact location of the vortex when you were cultivating?"
"Me? It took me more than two months to basically confirm it," Wei Qi replied.
"Will it also take me more than two months?"
Xu Yang felt a little sad.
He had only been in the Earth Source for less than a month, yet he might spend more than two months learning a cultivation technique within a genetic memory.
Seeing Xu Yang's dejected look, Wei Qi hesitated for a moment, but still spoke sincerely:
"I'm actually quite fast."
"Soon? A little over two months?"
Xu Yang stared at her blankly: "How long does it usually take?"
"About six months."
"..."
"It seems that true skill should indeed be phased out."
Xu Yang was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Will this genetic memory last for six months?"
"The genetic memory of drug-based lures has little to do with time. Unless the lure substances accumulated in the body are exhausted, or the body directly commits suicide, it is impossible to escape them."
The latter is not worth mentioning, while the former involves the consumption of true energy through cultivation. You are merely moving the alien flesh and blood to the correct position, so this part of the consumption is negligible.
"This is a prison cell, isn't it...?"
Xu Yang gave a wry smile. It had nothing to do with time. He either had to shoot himself or quickly consume the lure after mastering the true skill.
But he hasn't even mastered the basics yet.
Wei Qi smiled slightly and comforted her, "Actually, it's only one night outside. You don't need to rush to finish the course. You can go to Anxu and take a look around to get a feel for things."
"That's true, there's no need to rush...the schedule?"
As Xu Yang was speaking, he suddenly paused for a moment.
A flash of inspiration struck me.
Then, his eyes brightened, and he suddenly asked, "Sister Qi, you just said that moving the tumor to the cyclone position was to consume the lure. How exactly was it consumed?"
Wei Qi was taken aback for a moment, but without thinking much, she explained:
"Essentially, once the alien flesh and blood reach the cyclone position, a node is initially established, and the body's cells will actively fuse with it. The lure substances in reality will naturally be consumed in sync, but it's too slow. That's why there's the process of the real skill later on."
Xu Yang took a deep breath, and the corners of his mouth began to turn up uncontrollably.
"I have now completely mastered the method of sensing the location of cyclones."
"?"
Wei Qi looked at him with a puzzled expression.
She now suspects that the child may have had too smooth a life before and is unable to accept the difficulties of real skills. Is he having a mental breakdown and starting to talk nonsense?
"You can take a rest. How about we go for a walk in the city tonight? There are quite a few entertainment facilities around here. How about I arrange for someone to take you—"
"No need, I'm fine."
Xu Yang stood up, took his medicine, and began practicing his fist techniques again.
Immediately, distinct vortexes appeared around his body. Once a vortex was selected, the alien flesh and blood in the corresponding area immediately began to move.
Soon, as the flesh and blood approached the cyclone, the sensation disappeared again.
This time, however, Xu Yang did not stop.
He continued to move his flesh and blood around the spot where the qi sensation had disappeared, probing back and forth.
Beside him, Wei Qi saw the tumor on Xu Yang's chest spinning back and forth, and immediately realized that the other party had lost his cyclone sensing.
She couldn't help but remind him, "This won't work. The location of the cyclone is so precise that even a slight difference can lead to a huge discrepancy. Without sensing it, it's almost impossible to find the corresponding location. You need to stop first—"
"Found it."
Xu Yang calmly raised his head, the tumor on his chest stopping at a certain position.
Wei Qi was bewildered: "Found what?"
Xu Yang grinned, revealing his teeth: "Of course, it's the location of the cyclone."
Wei Qi's expression was somewhat serious: "Don't joke around. If you're in the wrong position, you'll be the one who gets hurt later."
"No joke, I have a complete grasp of how to locate cyclones."
As he spoke, Xu Yang stared at the unparalleled talent that had already unfolded in his field of vision.
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[Skills: ..., Unknown Trait (0.1%)]
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Moving alien flesh and blood to the cyclone location will begin to consume the lure substances in reality; in other words, this is a phenomenon in which a special ability is being generated.
The guide's personal panel can precisely detect all of Xu Yang's personal statuses.
This includes the progress of feature generation.
In this way, as long as the approximate area of the cyclone is determined, it can be continuously passed through each location, and real-time progress detection can be carried out.
This allows us to pinpoint the exact location of the cyclone.
"This cheat... no, this unparalleled talent of mine is actually quite useful."