No One Has Ever Mastered It
Sitting cross-legged in the corner of my room, murmuring the incantation of the Bagua Wuji Heart Method, I slowly opened my eyes.
"Oh, nice... One Cycle of Heaven complete!"
I already knew how to manipulate mana with the dragon's mana, so directing it according to the manual wasn't all that hard. A laugh bubbled up.
"Heh heh heh, could I be... a martial arts genius?"
I could definitely feel a different flow in my body than usual. The mana that used to burst out roughly and explosively from the Dragon Heart in my chest had been refined through the breathing technique into a calm, gentle wave of energy, flowing through my veins like smooth water.
Is this the inner energy that martial artists talk about?
I maintained the flow and wondered what would happen if I executed spear techniques with it. I jumped to my feet, pulled the black Black Iron Spear from my inventory, and gripped it. Then I flipped through the manual and carefully examined the first form of the Seven Dragons Eight Trigrams Spear.
First Form: Submerged Dragon Raises Its Head. A majestic thrusting technique named after a hidden dragon poking its head out. Yeah, something like that. Whatever.
Alright, let's do this.
I rooted my lower body firmly, gathered the energy to the spear tip according to the heart method, and thrust the Black Iron Spear fiercely at the empty air in front of me.
Whoosh―!
A crisp sound slicing through the wind.
"...?"
But that was it. No massive spear qi in the shape of a dragon erupted from the tip or anything dramatic like that. It was just a plain, honest thrust, like something you'd see at the local gym during spear practice.
"Huh? What the hell. Why isn't it working?"
I scratched my head and relaxed my stance. Compared to the javelin throw that shattered an A-rank Ice Arachne's leg in the gate, this was barely mosquito-bite level.
I scrolled back through the holographic manual floating in the air and read it meticulously again.
"Seems right? To use the first form of the Seven Dragons Eight Trigrams Spear, you need this heart method operation: After One Cycle of Heaven, gather the qi from the lower dantian, raise it through the Sea of Qi, Hot and Cold, Light and Heavy, and release it through the spear tip..."
I'd followed it to the letter, not missing a single character. What did I do wrong?
I closed my eyes again, circulated the heart method, and observed how the energy flowed inside me.
"Ah..."
Then I spotted a fatal problem.
It's dispersing?
I'd successfully taken the mana from the Dragon Heart, fragmented it finely through the heart method, and converted it into martial arts inner energy. But after this handful of inner energy circulated once through my body, it couldn't find a place to settle and scattered into the air like lost direction.
I pondered for a bit and realized the issue.
"The dantian! Right... I don't have a dantian!"
The most basic common knowledge from wuxia novels. The vessel below the navel where you store qi—the lower dantian. I didn't have one.
The way I'd used the Dragon Heart's mana until now was magic, not martial arts. Dragon Words magic was an emission-type mechanism: release mana from the heart and immediately alter phenomena with the emitted energy. Martial arts, on the other hand, completed the transformation internally in the dantian before emitting it—a complete opposite.
Of course the technique wouldn't come out if I couldn't transform it inside.
"Ah... learning someone else's clan's techniques is never easy. Might as well stick to blasting Dragon Words around comfortably."
Dragon Words didn't even require learning in the first place. Big Bro King God General Jermad had just hammered them into my head. Honestly, if someone asked me to explain Suh or Cheok to another person? I'd never be able to.
But it wasn't time to give up yet. Without inner energy, I couldn't get a rank from the Association's mana tester, and more importantly, it was too heartbreaking to never use those badass Seven Dragons Eight Trigrams Spear techniques with their dope names.
I sat cross-legged again.
"Alright. First things first, make a dantian. Back to the basics of the Bagua Wuji Heart Method."
Following the manual, I focused my mind on my lower abdomen and forcibly tried to clump the dispersing mana together. But after 1 hour, 2 hours... the results were dismal.
"Damn it. Why does it keep scattering?!"
It would gather softly like a ping-pong ball below my navel, then suddenly—poof—like air leaking from a balloon, it dispersed. It felt like something inside my body was strongly rejecting the formation of a dantian.
Could it be interference from the Dragon Heart mana embedded in my heart?
I was yanking at my hair in frustration, unable to pinpoint the cause, when—
Ding―!
Eh? Wait! ShadowlessSword! The owner of the martial arts manual and a murim master. Exactly the one-on-one tutor I needed right now.
I hammered the keyboard frantically before he went offline.
This guy was a good person too. I explained my symptoms in detail: how the inner energy gathers but won't clump in the lower dantian and just keeps scattering.
After hearing me out, ShadowlessSword paused, as if deep in thought.
Just the natural way of things.
I'm screwed. Does that mean I'll never make a dantian and can only use Dragon Words forever? Well, novels always say you can't learn both magic and martial arts together. Still, it's too bad...
As I started typing my regret, ShadowlessSword added:
Ah... so use the heart's mana to pull and suppress the scattering energy in the lower abdomen, keeping it from escaping and holding its shape? The moment I heard that explanation, chills ran down my spine.
For others, it might be inefficient or near-impossible. But for me, I had a perfect way to generate that attractive force.
Wait... I can do that? No need to brute-force crush it with energy. I've got the attracting Dragon Word, Suh.
What if I continuously cast Suh toward the dantian?
Why's he like that? Kinda ominous?
This bastard...? A chill of déjà vu hit my brain. It was exactly like the nasty pattern when I drank the Dragon Heart activator from the Royal Alchemist.
A long string of ellipses appeared in the chat. I clutched the back of my neck.
"These bastards... Do other-dimensional folks have no conscience? The alchemist geezer too, and this murim guy I thought was a loyal southern bro. They treat people like suckers."
As I pressed him, the boisterous ShadowlessSword tucked tail and sent a wall of apology text.
A prideful murim man flat-out prostrating without excuses. But even if I grabbed him by the collar here, the deal was done—no refunds. Plus, I hadn't died or gotten hurt anyway.
Look at that attitude switch. I chuckled in disbelief and asked.
This guy... getting worse...
Hmm, so high chance it's authentic then.
I stared blankly at ShadowlessSword's messages.
What...? Dragons? A spear art for dragons ascending?
I closed the chat window in a daze.
A dragon's spear art. One no human body could handle, causing all who tried to burst from seven-orifice blood vomiting. An illusory ultimate technique.
"...A dragon's spear technique?"
A chuckle slipped between my lips. It soon turned into uncontrollable laughter.
"Crazy! That's totally me!!"