137: The power of Mumendepe

Having reached the first layer of the Basic Breathing Technique, Shui Yuqianxi could now integrate the Basic Breathing Technique into her movements.

Although Shui Yuqianxi continued to practice breathing, it was clearly impossible to elevate the Basic Breathing Technique to the third layer within a single day.

She continued to cultivate until the sky outside turned completely dark, with only the dim streetlights illuminating the surroundings.

It was then that Shui Yuqianxi stopped cultivating, got up, and stretched her numb legs.

Though there was hardly any space in the small house for her long legs to stretch, she still managed.

For those who were new to seated breathing techniques and hadn't adapted, sitting cross-legged for several hours could indeed make their legs temporarily unaccustomed.

Locking the door, Shui Yuqianxi drew the small curtains, yawned, and returned to bed.

Her sleep was always sound, and indeed, much had happened today, plus she had meditated with the breathing technique for so long.

Lying on the small bed, she closed her eyes and immediately fell asleep.

Faint snores continued into the deep night until she turned over and kicked off her small blanket.

The next morning, Shui Yuqianxi woke up early.

She simply ate a few pieces of super-discounted bread from the supermarket, whose production and expiration dates were almost touching tomorrow's.

“So delicious!”

“If only I had some milk…”

Shui Yuqianxi recalled the supermarket's special clearance sale, which also featured milk that was almost expired.

There was no way; if she bought bread, she couldn't afford milk.

Milk was much more expensive, and so was powdered milk.

She was probably the most unfortunate among the prestigious university graduates on the entire Nanwan Island.

However, she genuinely didn't care.

After breakfast, she locked her front door.

In reality, locking it or not made little difference; there was truly nothing worth stealing in Shui Yuqianxi's dilapidated little house.

A poor thief who entered might even cry and leave two coins before leaving.

Shui Yuqianxi suddenly clutched her chest, her face pale.

‘I got a stitch.’

‘Is it still not proficient enough, after all?’

Ever since waking up, Shui Yuqianxi had maintained the operation of the Basic Breathing Technique!

This woman, even at the first layer of the Basic Breathing Technique, was attempting to maintain the Basic Breathing Technique as a constant breathing state to rapidly increase her proficiency.

Perhaps only an extremely abnormal physique could do such a thing.

To begin using this breathing technique as one's default breathing from the very first contact with a breathing cultivation method.

Others couldn't even do it, and even if they could, a single mistake would likely cause severe damage to their lungs.

“Don’t rush, breathe slowly.”

“I can maintain it.”

Shui Yuqianxi adjusted her breathing, and the color gradually returned to her cheeks.

After the breathing technique went awry, she merely adjusted her breath and immediately resumed its operation!

She could truly be called Iron Lung.

This time, Shui Yuqianxi was not as careless as before; she slowed down her breathing, and a part of her mind sank into her body, meticulously sensing and controlling her breathing.

At the same time, she began to move her legs, maintaining her breathing, and started jogging, following the river towards the eastern sea.

And only after she started running did Shui Yuqianxi discover that her Basic Breathing Technique, on the contrary, became smoother with the rhythm of her running breaths.

Running actually made the operation of the Basic Breathing Technique easier?

Shui Yuqianxi grasped the knack and ran all the way from her small shack to the seaside.

On the way, she passed through a small vegetable market, a small street market, and the port.

While running, she didn't forget to exchange pleasantries and sweet words with the grandmas and grandpas at the vegetable market and street market.

Maintaining good relationships with these grandmas and grandpas had many benefits.

For example, the grandmas would sell her the remaining, less presentable vegetables at extremely low prices, or even give them to her for free, after a day of selling.

The uncles and grandpas who returned from fishing did the same.

Then she could get very affordable and cost-effective meals for the next day.

Mermaid Miss's money-saving lessons, remember them well!

Of course, any martial art has its positive aspects, and it must also have its negative aspects.

The drawback of this move is probably that it's a bit demanding on the physique.

Upon reaching the port, Shui Yuqianxi found an inconspicuous spot, jumped into the seawater, and dived towards the deep sea.

Meanwhile, inside the Summoner,

Lin Ti's spirit had recovered somewhat; the power of light, the power of fire, and the power of water had re-ignited.

Although he was still unconscious at this moment,

these three powers had already begun to autonomously melt the monster card, using a portion of the melted power to repair Lin Ti's exhaustion.

It seemed that the unspeakable was not far from regaining consciousness.

...

Mu Men Que Rong died.

But he did not obtain the Summoner.

Mu Men De Pei did not know if the Fire Finch had died; the monster he sent did not find the Fire Finch's corpse in that volcano, nor did it find the Summoner.

But the Fire Finch indeed did not appear again after that.

Apart from the Fire Finch's fate being shrouded in mystery and the Summoner's whereabouts unknown,

Mu Men De Pei was quite happy.

Because...

Prison Water and Que Rong were both dead.

His power had also recovered a portion as a result.

At this moment, within his human body, his kidneys and heart had regrown.

Although these newly grown kidneys and heart were far from restoring his peak power,

that was merely a matter of time.

Before the armor appeared, Mu Men De Pei had never imagined that an armor that could threaten monsters would emerge.

Therefore, immense power had little effect on him.

It was better to distribute his power, convert it into more monsters, and extract more power from this planet for himself.

And after the armor appeared, the monsters transformed from his distributed power were all in their prime.

Gathered together, they were already enough to pose a threat to his weakened self.

In the past, he would wait for them to age before reclaiming his matured power.

Then he would redistribute it to new, qualified humans, transforming them into monsters.

This cycle continued, and any pure-blooded monster became incredibly powerful over a long period.

The cost of this was that in the event of such an unexpected situation,

they had no way to quickly reclaim the power they had distributed.

Forcing a recall would instead provoke resistance from these monsters.

Now, with Mumenzhuishui and Mu Men Que Rong,

the deaths of these two monsters who had received his distributed power, Mu Men De Pei's power had also recovered a portion.

Of course, this method of reclaiming power was naturally inferior to him personally reclaiming it from their bodies.

It was equivalent to only recovering the seeds, not the grown wheat.

Currently, the power he had distributed, except for the kidney and heart, had returned.

The lung, liver, and spleen remained.

Among them, the power of the liver was wood, and it was the strongest power he had distributed.

The lung was metal, and the spleen was earth.