Chapter 7: Soul Mask

  The night is deep and dark.

  In the Iron Hoof tribe, one of the stone houses still had its lights on.

  Under the dim yellow oil lamp, Ye Han sat cross-legged on the stone bed, his hands placed on his knees, quietly breathing in and out.

  And iron sand palm, thirteen Tai Bao horizontal practice and other hard bridge hard horse external hard work are different. The internal family fist method emphasizes more on cultivation. Especially for a strong and powerful fist technique like Xingyiquan, one of the three major internal family fists, which is straightforward and aggressive, it places even greater emphasis on cultivating inner energy. As the saying goes, "inner and outer harmony" can only be achieved by reaching a very profound state.

  After all, the human body is not like a machine, it's easy to break when it's strong, and even machines will be damaged after long use. Similarly, no matter how powerful the fist method is, the human body will still suffer damage, especially for external hard work like Iron Shirt, which uses hard objects to hit the body every day. Over time, the human body will develop many minor internal injuries that are not normally visible, but when encountering major changes or serious illness or injury, they will erupt and take lives.

  So during the Republic of China, many martial arts masters did not live long lives and were mostly disabled. Those who truly mastered external skills also emphasized the importance of medicinal liquor and wine in their daily lives, rubbing their bodies with it, taking it internally and externally, which is the same principle.

  Compared to external hard qigong, internal fist techniques emphasize more on nourishing life and cultivating the subtle aspects of the body. They focus on refining the internal body, so generally speaking, those who practice internal fist techniques to a very high level tend to live longer, with a robust constitution, just like Zhang Sanfeng.

  Ye Wen's Xingyiquan at that time was a relatively complete version. The various principles were also explained in detail, combined with the experience of the previous generation.

  So for over a decade now, even if the physical quality of the Minotaur's body is much stronger than that of humans, he still pays more attention to this aspect of his cultivation.

  After all, when one reaches the level of embracing dan, it indicates that the cultivation of qi has already reached a certain high and profound degree.

  However, at this moment, Ye Han's state was still somewhat different from before.

  Right in front of him as he sat cross-legged, a golden mask with a halo and semi-transparent was floating.

  The mask was made up of tiny rays of light, like a refracted illusion, not a physical entity, but it emitted a very strange golden glow, very mysterious...

  As Ye Han breathed in and out, the golden mask floating in front of him also contracted and expanded. Interacting with each other, it looked very mysterious.

  A moment later, Ye Han opened his eyes.

  Looking at the floating golden mask in front of him, a hint of strangeness flashed in his eyes, and he muttered to himself. "Three-in-one? I didn't expect the information from the Danqi mechanism to dissolve into the bloodline of the Minotaur, and under the stimulation of the potion, it actually formed such a strange innate ability. However, this spiritual system ability clearly doesn't belong to the category of Minotaurs. It's called 'Fearful Roar', but it should be called 'Soul Mask'. Such a high-level one... I'm afraid even my other half-blood isn't simple..."

  He said in a low voice, but his voice was so small that no one could hear clearly.

  Then he stopped thinking about it, stretched out his hand, and with one finger pointed at the golden mask floating in front of him.

  In an instant, the mask dissipated and transformed into a golden light that flowed along his fingers and merged into his brow.

  Ye Han slowly closed his eyes, and in his mental space, it was as if a vast expanse of white mist stretched out endlessly.

  In the center position, a huge golden mask emits a faint halo, slowly rotating continuously...

  Under that golden mask is composed of countless rays of light, faintly translucent, exuding mystery, and appears magnificent and enormous in the brain domain space.

  As the golden mask stretched and contracted, countless golden sparks flickered, like numerous, incomprehensible, mysterious symbols. The entire brain domain space was a vast expanse of whiteness that also seemed to expand and contract along with it.

  Xingyiquan, as one of the three major internal martial arts, differs from those external hard qigongs in that it emphasizes both 'nourishing the body' and 'nourishing the spirit'. The so-called 'spirit' involves a higher level of intention and spiritual realm.

  Although the original world is limited and cannot be displayed, the true Neijiaquan masters in that world have a very high level of spiritual cultivation. This is also known as the power of the soul. Just like when an old woman who is weak and frail can lift several tons of cars to save her son at a critical moment, or when someone who was originally paralyzed suddenly starts running... These all belong to the power of the spiritual realm, which cannot be seen or touched, and seems mysterious and strange to many people, but in fact it really exists. To some extent, it can be considered as another dimension of power beyond matter.

  Especially in ancient China and some areas of Asia, this spiritual level has developed a more comprehensive system. What is emphasized is not strength, but the growth of the spiritual aspect. According to Ye Han's idea, if the ancient Laozi, Sakyamuni, or Zhang Sanfeng, Zhuangzi and other figures were invited to this world. At first, they might not be comparable to a finger of other strong people in this world, but it wouldn't take long for them to become the most terrifying figures.

  Because on a spiritual level, they have already reached a certain peak, and in the limitations of that world, there is no way to move forward.

  Just like a wooden barrel that has already been made by the carpenter, it can be used as soon as water is poured in. The power is like the water, and the level is like the wooden barrel. Pouring water into the wooden barrel is an easy thing to do, but wanting to remake the wooden barrel is not such an easy thing to do.

  Ye Han is now in this situation, of course, his spiritual cultivation is not comparable to that of Laozi, Sakyamuni, or Zhang Sanfeng, but as someone who has practiced internal martial arts to the level of embracing the elixir, even during the Republic of China's heyday when various martial arts schools were flourishing, he can be considered a number one figure. His realm of "nourishing the spirit" naturally won't be too low either.

  And now, the Soul Mask has given him another path to choose from, that is, to transform the intangible into the tangible. To convert the intangible spiritual power of his heart into a mental force that can actually kill in this world.

  With his cultivation of 'mind and spirit' at the level of embracing Dan, combined with the spiritual power accumulated over two lifetimes as a human, he would suddenly appear and burst forth with an extremely terrifying spiritual willpower that wouldn't lose to the master-level figures of many spiritually powerful races in this world.

  It's like the Fox tribe and the Denmark Swan tribe in the Beastmen, who are rare breeds that can cultivate spiritual will. Especially the Fox tribe is also known as the Great Priest of the Beastmen, and over the years, the position of the Great Priest of the powerful Beastmen has generally been held by the Fox tribe.

  The Fox Tribe of Vulpes also became one of the eight major warlike tribes of the Mong Empire through its weak physique.

  But in the Kettle Cow-headed tribe, which has always been ridiculed for having strong limbs and a simple mind, there has never been anyone with spiritual talent. Not even those who have slightly sensed the existence of spiritual power can do it. So Ye Han suspected that the other half of his blood was not simple either.

  With eyes closed, he sat cross-legged on the stone bed, his hands placed on his knees, immersed in the transformation of spiritual energy in his mind. After a while, Ye Han slowly opened his eyes.

  His eyes shot out two sharp rays, and faintly visible in the deepest part of his pupils were two delicate, small golden masks slowly emerging.

  The pattern above is clearer and more compact, just like the intricate and precise movement of a golden pocket watch.

  "Ah!"

  He let out a slight breath, and the golden light in Ye Han's eyes gradually dissipated. The two delicate golden masks in his pupils also disappeared deep within his eyes.