At this moment, external assistance is needed to accelerate the process. Thus, what is called external cultivation arises.

This set of fetal breath spiritual boxing, passed down from the Saha World, is a top-tier method for refining fetal qi internally and strengthening the root and source, capable of establishing a supreme foundation!

After practicing the boxing for a short while, Henry Clark already felt a faint warmth in his chest and abdomen.

The so-called fetal wheel consists of exactly twenty-four acupoints, all encircling the navel, forming a perfect ring. It is considered the origin of life and the source of qi. Later generations have verified this to be true.

This fetal breath spiritual boxing, after only five days of practice, had already shown some effect. Yesterday, he tested his strength a little—without using true qi, he was already more than twice as strong as a few days ago.

It was not entirely due to the boxing method; his unique body was also a reason. The two top-tier bloodlines he inherited were not without benefit.

Unfortunately, he could still only practice this boxing for a quarter of an hour.

Not long after, Henry Clark, drenched in sweat, collapsed onto the soft couch. This weak physical strength had not improved in the slightest from beginning to end.

As usual, he played with a willow-leaf throwing knife in his hand. Once his breathing calmed a bit, Henry Clark straightened up, sat cross-legged, and gripped a green crystal stone in his hand.

The injury to the abdominal meridian acupoint had completely healed as of yesterday. To be thorough, he had deliberately delayed until today, waiting until his fetal breath spiritual boxing reached minor achievement, directly affecting the original fetus within.

With a forceful inhalation using the Swallowing Origin method in his palm, another wisp of essence was devoured into his body.

But instead of sending it to his lower abdomen, he infused it into his right shoulder. The evening before last, using the golden needle acupoint-testing method, he had identified another extraordinary acupoint—precisely a wind-attributed spiritual aperture.

First, all the essence was refined and condensed into a needle shape, then forcefully pierced into this extraordinary acupoint. Once deep inside, it was blasted open.

The process was violent and simple; by now, Henry Clark was already quite adept at it. Yet, the instant this wind-attributed acupoint was opened, his consciousness nearly blacked out. Muscles convulsed, the inhuman pain made him wish he could lose the sense of pain forever, or simply faint on the spot.

But after just a few breaths, he forced himself to recover. He took two more beast crystals, swallowed them to transform the essence, and combined the remaining essence in his body to rush toward his lower abdomen.

Moments later, a wave of pain no less intense than before surged through all his nerves.

Henry Clark's face turned pale; he took several deep breaths in succession, but the pain did not subside.

He simply ignored it, and while he still had consciousness, he once again looked inward at his lower abdomen.

The crystal used this time was a top-grade one he had selected from dozens of wind-type beast crystals. The essence absorbed was nearly double that of five days ago, yet it only opened six acupoints in two fetal wheels. For a martial artist, every step forward is harder than the last.

Those points of light had already formed outlines within his body, distributed around the navel's qi sea, like a small ring.

The circulating qi inside was also more than double what it had been before.

"This time the injury is quite severe. Next time, I'll have to wait eight days. Ha! I really underestimated this dual-bloodline body—"

The turbulent qi within the meridian acupoints remained unsettled for a long time, and the pain continued without end.

Just as Henry Clark's consciousness grew dizzy, nearing unconsciousness, a sudden explosion sounded deep within his mind.

In an instant, countless memory fragments surged madly into his consciousness. Countless frames flashed before his eyes in rapid succession.

All thirteen years of memories in this body erupted completely in that moment.

Then, those memory images suddenly froze. A tall, handsome, and extraordinary man appeared in his consciousness—far beyond the likes of George Clark, smiling gently at him, yet exuding a majestic aura that could swallow mountains and rivers!

Henry Clark's pupils contracted to pinpoints.

With these thirteen years of memories, he finally recalled who the father of this body truly was!

He had thought he would remain obscure, but it turned out that, at his peak, to avenge the murder of his son, he had gone on a bloodthirsty rampage, slaying thirteen Heaven-ranked powerhouses—the Blood-Mad Demon Saint, the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox—

No wonder the Wuding Spirit Emperor Art felt so familiar!

Then, the words "avenge the murder of his son" lingered in his mind for a moment. Henry Clark suddenly burst into wild laughter, unrestrained. His body slumped sideways, and he completely lost consciousness.

Just as the laughter abruptly ceased, two figures, one after the other, rushed into the carriage.

William Harris arrived first, quickly steadying Henry Clark. The first thing he did was check his pulse.

A moment later, his expression was both joyful and worried.

"The young lord's wheel meridians have opened, and the fetal wheel is complete!"

As he spoke, there was both excitement and sadness in his tone.

Ethan let out a gentle sigh of relief, then seemed to think of something, gazing steadily at Henry Clark with deep compassion.

"The ancients said, 'A tiger father does not beget a dog son.' How true! The young lord's willpower is extraordinary, to endure such pain. But this time, he really pushed himself too hard!"

With a slight sigh, William Harris carefully took out a medicine bottle from his sleeve. Just as he took out a pill, a cold snort sounded.

His eyes flashed coldly as he looked out the carriage window.

"That was fast—"

Chapter 012: First Battle with George Clark

Consciousness gradually returned, and the unbearable pain had faded away.