A Drop of Divine Power Unlocks the Meridians

Chapter 67: A Drop of Divine Power Clears the Meridians

Ye Yun glanced back.

The old man was around eighty years of age, with a pale, withered complexion resembling dried wood. He possessed no cultivation base whatsoever and appeared to be an entirely ordinary old man.

The old man's eyes widened in shock, never expecting to find a young man in white standing amidst the gloomy shadows of the ancestral hall.

He gave a sudden start of fright.

"Am I losing my eyesight in my old age?"

The gray-robed old man suddenly rubbed his eyes, letting out a self-deprecating, bitter chuckle.

When he finished rubbing his eyes and looked closely again, he discovered that the young man in white was still standing not far away.

At this moment, his vision became clear.

The young man in white possessed an extraordinary bearing, standing there like an immortal descending to earth, making the entire ancestral hall seem bathed in a radiant glow.

For that fleeting instant, the old man felt as though he were gazing upon a deity.

"May I ask who your esteemed self is?"

Although the gray-robed old man had no cultivation, he was nonetheless a man of broad experience. He quickly steadied his emotions, cupped his hands, and asked in a trembling voice.

"I am an old acquaintance of Chang Yuchun."

Ye Yun spoke softly.

What?

An acquaintance of their ancestor?

Moreover, he was speaking of the very first ancestor of their Chang family's ancestral hall.

At this moment, the gray-robed old man could hardly suppress the tumultuous waves crashing within his heart. He once again appraised the white-robed youth, yet he could discern no connection between this person and the ancient records of his family.

"Too much time has passed, and many things have vanished into the mists of history. You needn't waste your effort trying to trace my origins..."

Ye Yun smiled faintly.

He looked at the gray-robed old man and asked softly, "What relation do you bear to Chang Feng, the head of the Chang family?"

"I am Chang Feng's second uncle. I suffered a deviation in my cultivation, causing my meridians to become blocked, which left me a cripple!"

The gray-robed old man sighed and said.

Ye Yun remained silent, simply gazing at him quietly.

The gray-robed old man shrugged, letting out a self-deprecating laugh. "Now that the destruction of the Chang family is imminent, it is useless for a cripple like me to go outside. Instead, I might as well come to the ancestral hall, keep the ancestors company one last time, and then journey to the netherworld to meet them..."

Hearing these bitter words from the gray-robed old man, Ye Yun sighed softly.

Ten thousand years ago.

Under the leadership of Chang Yuchun, how glorious the Chang family had been.

Who could have imagined that ten thousand years later, the Chang family would be reduced to the brink of complete annihilation.

At this thought.

Ye Yun gently pointed a finger, and a dazzling beam of light flew from his fingertip, landing right on the crown of the old man's head.

The gray-robed old man suddenly felt his vision brighten. Before he could even react, a powerful surge of energy poured into the top of his head.

Next.

The gray-robed old man's eyes widened in astonishment.

That special energy entering through the Baihui acupuncture point at the crown of his head was like an unstoppable army, launching a frantic assault upon the meridians that had been blocked for decades.

One by one, his meridians began to clear. Gradually, he could sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth once more.

In merely a few breaths' time, that violent energy cleared every single meridian in his entire body, and then descended into his Dantian, transforming into abundant vital energy.

Instantly, the aura emanating from his body surged dramatically.

From the Qi Refining Realm to the profound Dan Realm, and then to the Origin Sea Realm, his cultivation skyrocketed all the way, finally coming to a halt at the third layer of the Spirit Molding Realm.

"This—what on earth is happening?"

The gray-robed old man was so shocked he stood frozen like a stone sculpture, completely unable to move.

The young man in white standing before him had merely pointed a finger, shooting a ray of light into his body, and instantly cleared the meridians that had been blocked for years due to a cultivation deviation.

In the end, that energy had not dissipated.

Upon entering his Dantian, it actually transformed into a massive reservoir of power, not only restoring him to the Spirit Molding Realm, but even elevating him from the first layer to the third layer of the Spirit Molding Realm.

With a loud thud, the gray-robed old man dropped to his knees on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly to Ye Yun.

"Chang Qingsong was blind and treated the senior with disrespect. Please forgive me!"

Chang Qingsong banged his head against the ground, producing loud thuds.

Although this young man in white had previously told him that he was an old friend of their ancestor, Chang Qingsong had not taken it to heart.

That ancestor, Chang Yuchun, had lived ten thousand years ago; how could anyone possibly live for that long?

Yet, he never expected that this deity-like youth in white would casually tap him, instantly clearing his deviated meridians and even restoring his cultivation to the Spirit Molding Realm.

At this thought, Chang Qingsong was filled with overwhelming shame, and he kowtowed unceasingly to express the profound remorse in his heart.

"Get up."

Ye Yun smiled calmly.

Chang Qingsong's reaction was only human nature. After all, someone who could live for ten thousand years in the Cangnan Continent was an extreme rarity.

Therefore, it was completely understandable that Chang Qingsong did not believe he was an old acquaintance of Chang Yuchun, and Ye Yun did not blame him.

Healing the blocked meridians caused by Chang Qingsong's cultivation deviation was merely a matter of a casual wave of the hand for Ye Yun.

A single drop of divine power entering Chang Qingsong's body had resolved all his problems.

"Senior, your seniority is truly too high; I genuinely do not know how I should address you!"

Chang Qingsong remained kneeling on the ground, not daring to stand up.

"Just call me Senior..."

Ye Yun smiled slightly.

He certainly couldn't have Chang Qingsong calling him Senior Ancestor.

That would sound far too bizarre.

Nor would it conform to standard forms of address.

A wave of vital energy swept out from the large sleeve of Ye Yun's robe, gently lifting Chang Qingsong to his feet.

Ye Yun disliked such cumbersome formalities.

Seeing someone kneeling at his feet always made him feel uncomfortable.

Chang Qingsong stood before Ye Yun looking somewhat restrained, his hands tightly clasped together, not knowing what else to say.

"Outside, there are disciples of my Dragon God Sect helping to slaughter those people from the Shen family. You don't need to go out anymore. Stay here and tell me about the affairs of your Chang family."

Ye Yun said calmly.

Upon hearing Ye Yun suddenly utter the three words "Dragon God Sect," a flash of realization crossed Chang Qingsong's mind, and in an instant, many memories resurfaced.

He stammered, "Senior, you are actually the..."

"Mmm!"

Ye Yun nodded.

Receiving this affirmative reply, Chang Qingsong's aged face instantly flushed red with excitement.

He never imagined that the senior before him was actually the youngest sect master of the Eternal-grade sect from ten thousand years ago—the Dragon God Sect.

He was hailed as the undisputed number one expert of the Cangnan Continent, who once had the potential to break through into the True God Realm!

Their ancestor, Chang Yuchun, had indeed left behind some family records, recounting certain anecdotes concerning himself and this very sect master of the Dragon God Sect.

"Senior, I am truly too excited..."

Chang Qingsong was at a complete loss, his blood boiling with excitement, utterly unable to control his emotions.

Ten thousand years ago, this senior had already roamed the entire Cangnan Continent without meeting a single match.

Who could have imagined...

That he was still alive today.

Chang Qingsong found it utterly impossible to fathom what earth-shattering level the cultivation of the senior before him had reached.

Ye Yun remained silent, not speaking.

After quite a while, Chang Qingsong finally managed to calm his emotions, and then began to recount some events concerning his ancestor, Chang Yuchun.

As for the matters of their ancestor Chang Yuchun, far too much time had elapsed, and Chang Qingsong did not know very much, so he finished speaking within the time it takes to smoke half a pipe of tobacco.

Ye Yun sighed softly, his gaze falling once again upon the dark red spirit tablet.

In the end, that good brother of his had failed to break through to the Eternal Realm.

He had remained stuck at the Life and Death Realm.

With a thought in his mind, Ye Yun suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

High above the Shen family estate in Xuanwu County.

An old man in black robes suddenly descended.

Embroidered upon the back of the old man's black robe was a large, striking red character: "Imperial" (Yu), and directly beneath this character was a smaller character: "Demon" (Mo).

The old man's cultivation had reached the fourth layer of the Divine Bridge Realm.

The moment he appeared.

Every single member of the Shen family felt that immense pressure of the Divine Bridge Realm bearing down upon them, causing their complexions to change drastically and making it difficult for them to even breathe.