Chapter 43: The Primordial Blood Fetal Membrane

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With new dishes appearing in the restaurant, Chen Yu spent several days holed up in the kitchen, eager to conjure wonders from that half bowl of sauce. In short, he managed to create quite a few peculiar and unusual flavors. After tasting a few himself, he no longer wanted to be the first to try his own concoctions and instead pulled out his battle-hardened companion, Chicken Brother. Having eaten the digestive herb, Chicken Brother now possessed excellent digestion and detoxification abilities and was fearless in these medicinal trials, charging ahead with determination.

After much tossing and turning, and much tormenting, it was only after Chicken Brother’s repeated lamentations and furious pecking that Chen Yu finally ceased his culinary experiments. He carefully returned the trembling Chicken Brother to the coop, reuniting him with his two beloved hens.

“This one can be eaten… but this one probably can’t.”

The mountain chili had a strong flavor with a subtle aroma, but upon swallowing, it felt as if molten fire was blazing through the stomach. After about ten trials, Chen Yu finally grasped the optimal dosage and sauce ratio.

He then ventured back into the forest to pick more of the remaining mountain chili, bringing some back to prepare a fresh batch. Compared to the previous one from several days ago, this one smelled even richer and was not too spicy upon tasting.

In his past life, Chen Yu relished all things spicy, but perhaps due to his current physical condition, he wasn’t quite accustomed to very spicy foods. He was fairly satisfied with this second batch, bottled it into a small jar, and placed it on the kitchen’s shelf alongside soy sauce and other seasonings.

Outside the courtyard, the young deer lazily wandered but stubbornly refused to step inside, as if fearing some ancient beast lurking and watching. It didn’t even dare to stir near the garden or the medicinal herb field’s fence, instead quietly grazing by the mountainside near the peach trees, stealing glances at the vibrant peach blossoms with envy.

“That’s actually a good thing.”

Chen Yu smiled as he glanced at the deer. The other day, the chili sauce had scared the poor creature so badly it ran wild inside the courtyard for some time before burying its head in the water jar to drink deeply. Unfortunately, it was pinched on the tongue by a crab that suddenly appeared, causing it quite a bit of pain and prolonging its fear. No doubt, in the deer’s mind, the courtyard had now become a veritable den of danger.

With the silly deer no longer wandering nearby, Chen Yu no longer needed to worry about his medicinal herb field suffering from accidental damage for a long time and didn’t have to reinforce the fence further for now. The fence surrounding the herb and vegetable garden was far from delicate like the one around the peach trees; thickening it would require going into the mountains to gather timber.

There were still some wooden planks in the restaurant, but probably not enough.

Best to just stay outside for now.

That was fine.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at himself. Chen Yu had not wasted his recent days idly.

Two days ago, he returned once more to the Falling Sunset Rock, hoping for a stroke of insight, but in the end, he couldn’t even step into the First Light Chamber and left disappointed.

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However, it was not entirely fruitless.

He recalled that not long ago, when he tried to inject qi into the body’s acupoints, it triggered abnormal flesh growth that he had to stop in time.

He then conducted multiple verifications, including deliberately damaging the inside of his body and using peach blossoms to heal.

What Chen Yu gained, however, was not the thin membrane that appeared after qi penetration.

During these days, he realized that this membrane might simply be the body’s own flesh tissue reacting to the qi—a spontaneous, uncontrolled response.

Nothing miraculous about it; at most, it enhanced the body’s tolerance to qi, meaning qi in its natural state would face some resistance penetrating these membranes.

But the obstruction was minimal and easy to overcome when he used his mental force to assist.

What truly concerned him were the flesh masses that the blood washed away.

Polyps.

He named these flesh growths induced by qi as such.

Chen Yu noticed that as blood flowed throughout the body’s vessels, washing and dissolving these polyps, the blood’s flow often became somewhat chaotic.

Delving deeper with his mental power, he found some blood had thickened. Yet the human body was a whole; changes in a small volume of blood were not easily noticeable and quickly covered up.

To understand this better, Chen Yu deliberately opened two small acupoints in his palm, injected qi with mental power, then quickly dispersed it.

The dispersed qi was absorbed by flesh and blood without forming membranes or polyps, possibly related to the nature of the acupoints themselves.

He did not think much of this, focusing intently on the two acupoints in his palm.

Soon, the blood waves washed away the polyps, breaking and dissolving them. At one moment, he saw the blood become suddenly denser, as if it had taken a powerful tonic.

Outside, this manifested as thickened blood.

At first, he suspected thrombosis, but later realized this was merely a change in density, not a reduction in flow.

On the contrary, the thicker blood flowed and metabolized even faster than before.

“I looked. There’s none in the middle dantian, but acupoints still have considerable effect.”

In the following trials, he became more skilled at channeling qi into the acupoints. If interrupted quickly enough, polyp growth wouldn’t affect the acupoints themselves.

Only one thing remained: the membrane thickened continuously with nourishment. For example, in one acupoint in his palm, after the nineteenth qi injection, no matter how he used mental force to probe or scrape, the thick membrane refused to budge.

The qi was sealed tight, firmly fixed.

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Chen Yu was at once amused and exasperated. Earlier, he had been trying to find ways to preserve qi in the acupoints without causing blood clots; now, he was racking his brains to break through the membrane and promote more polyp growth.

“Humans, always insatiably greedy.”

Chanting a sutra and quietly cultivating the "Ten Lives of Hua Jing," Chen Yu quelled the chaotic thoughts in his heart.

He ceased pondering how to break the membrane and instead turned to other acupoints to continue experimenting—one acupoint after another.

This trial took several days, and even today, he had accomplished less than ten percent.

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“The human body has too many acupoints, most of them hidden and difficult for others to find.”

But Chen Yu was different. Under the Spirit Summoning Strengthening Technique, when absorbing spiritual fluid, his mental perspective clearly revealed all the acupoints—spotted like starlight, vast as a sea of stars.

Therefore, he did not expect to complete this anytime soon. Each acupoint required active suppression and guidance of qi; otherwise, excessive polyp growth would block vessels, resulting in real blood clots and embolisms.

Chen Yu was also exploring methods to speed up the process; otherwise, it would be too slow and who knew when he might finish.

Ancient texts say the human body has 3,600 acupoints, but the actual number is more than ten times that!

Fortunately, the process was not dull, for each time qi entered an acupoint and the polyp dissolved, the blood thickened and strengthened further.

He named this polyp-enhanced thick blood “Primordial Blood,” and called the membrane the “Fetal Membrane.”

Piercing the fetal membrane was the way to obtain primordial blood.

At first, only a drop or two, but as the number of qi injections increased, the accumulation of primordial blood grew exponentially. The blood boiled, and his whole body felt as if it were undergoing a blood transfusion, often steaming with heat. During ordinary breathing exercises, he felt nothing, but when training martial arts, he truly understood the power of strengthened blood.

The surging qi and blood resembled a soaring dragon.

Every movement carried overwhelming blood momentum and fierce blood energy. Once, during standing meditation, white mist rose several inches, vaguely forming the shape of a proud horse outside his body.

Chen Yu suspected he had taken a wrong path, accidentally becoming a body cultivator.

Fortunately, soon after, the qi seed in his liver underwent some changes, drawing his attention back to the path of qi seeds and acupoints.