The Supreme One

I have been with Bai Mulin since I was a child. Looking at his appearance now, I can naturally see what he is thinking.

"Master, you can't miss it! Besides, you are still so young, and you still have a long time to live. Don't rush to think about inheriting the library!"

At this point, Liu Qingmei's eyes turned and she added, "And later, even if Xiao Ming and I go out, this is our home after all, and we will come back eventually.

By the time you come back from exploring, you'll be more able to stay here, right?"

Bai Mulin nodded to this, but immediately reacted and glared at Liu Qingmei who was smiling beside him.

"Humph, you've had enough adventures, are you coming back? Don't you know how dangerous it is out there? It's even a question of whether you can come back!"

Speaking of this, Bai Mulin couldn't help but think of the two people and fell into memories.

He once had two fellow disciples, and they used to fight and play together on weekdays, but in the end, he was the one who wanted to escape from this place the most and stayed.

However, there was no news about his senior sister and junior brother long ago, and he didn't even know whether they were dead or alive.

He couldn't help but show a trace of sadness on his face.

Seeing this, Liu Qingmei, who was standing by, immediately realized that her master was recalling the past events again, and she quickly increased the strength of the massage.

"Okay, Master, it's been so many years, why are you still thinking about things from so long ago? Now you're talking about taking Xiao Xian in as your apprentice!"

"Oh, okay, okay, I don't want to think about it anymore. But there is no rush to accept a disciple. I will accept one if I am destined to do so later."

Seeing his master say this, although he could still act like a spoiled child and beg him to accept Xia Xian, it would be meaningless.

So the two of them simply stopped talking about Xia Xian and instead chatted and talked about family matters.

However, neither of them had ever considered Xia Xian's idea. After all, who would refuse a strong man like the gym owner to accept him as a disciple? Who could refuse?

Time passed gradually. In the days that followed, not only Fang Ming, but Liu Qingmei also liked to come down from time to time to chat with Xia Xian.

But these two people obviously don't get along with each other and have never been together.

After they became familiar with each other, Xia Xian didn't have to be so cautious when chatting with Liu Qingmei, and it required less energy. Naturally, he could also devote some of his attention to chatting with them while reading.

And as he chatted with Liu Qingmei, he gradually enlightened her.

Perhaps she herself did not notice that the smiles on her face had become more frequent, and the aura she exuded was no longer as calm as before.

Although Liu Qingmei and Fang Ming had not come to see him at the same time, they were both in the library after all, so they would see each other every day and would bump into each other more or less.

Fang Ming could clearly feel that Liu Qingmei's pressure on him had obviously lessened, and he gradually became more cheerful.

When they met on weekdays, Liu Qingmei would naturally say a few words to him instead of suppressing her inner feelings like she did in the past until she exploded after being completely provoked.

Correspondingly, after one semester, Liu Qingmei had indeed changed a lot, and it was no longer possible to see any trace of her former soft and sticky appearance in her.

Just like one day after the holiday, Liu Qingmei once again met Xia Xian who came to the library to read books at this time.

"Hahaha, Xiao Xianzi is here again. It's not good to sit there and read books all day long. How about going out and playing with your sister?"

Liu Qingmei grinned and stretched out her hand to rub his head vigorously. Her whole dress changed from that of a rich lady to that of a dashing ranger with a ponytail.

Looking at the now vigorous Liu Qingmei, Xia Xian sighed helplessly and said, "Hey, Sister Liu, you are no longer the Sister Qingmei who could gently tap my head with a gentle smile at the beginning."

"Hahaha, it's okay, you can still call me Sister Qingmei."

Liu Qingmei blinked and smiled playfully.

Her psychological problems have been mostly resolved now, and she no longer accumulates stress in her heart, but she passes the stress on to others.

For example, Brother Fang Ming, now he hides far away when he sees Sister Qingmei, like today.

From a distance, Fang Ming, who was walking back drunk, came back around the same time.

Xia Xian would meet her a few times normally, but Sister Qingmei usually lived in the library. I don’t know what she did when she went out today. She came back at this time this morning, and how come she ran into her?

"Hiccup~"

A strong-smelling burp sounded from afar. Xia Xian turned around and saw the familiar swaying figure.

Similarly, Liu Qingmei, whose perception was more acute than Xia Xian's, naturally sensed Fang Ming's presence from a longer distance. However, she still did not turn around at this moment. Instead, she looked at Xia Xian in front of her with a malicious smile on her face.

Sure enough, when the drunk and somewhat confused Fang Ming arrived at the gate of the library, he immediately saw Xia Xian and called out from a distance, "Xiao Xian, come and have a drink with me!"

Xia Xian could only respond helplessly: "Good morning, Brother Fang Ming, why are you back at this time?"

While speaking, Xia Xian quickly winked at him.

"Hey, Xiao Xianzi, why are you blinking so hard? Did you not sleep well last night? I told you to read less and sleep more."

Well, it seems that there is no way to save him.

Xia Xian sighed helplessly and watched Fang Ming approach.

Fang Ming naturally also saw the figure of the woman next to Xia Xian. Although the figure was somewhat familiar, he was a little confused after drinking and could not use his painting skills to identify the person.

Liu Qingmei also spent an entire night working with her bestie to change her look. The two styles were completely different from her previous looks, so naturally they looked less familiar.

At this time, Xia Xian had unconsciously retreated a distance, and the distance between him and the woman obviously did not seem like they knew each other.

Fang Ming immediately acted as usual. Seeing this woman who looked interesting from behind, he started to talk to her in a flowery way, "Beautiful lady, I wonder what brings you to this library? Would you like me to accompany you..."

Seeing the woman in front of him gradually turning around, Fang Ming's fluent words suddenly became stammering.

"Hey, why don't you say anything, you stinky little brother!"

The blush on Fang Ming's face from drinking immediately turned pale with fright, but before he could escape, Liu Qingmei instantly came to his side.

A white jade arm, which was only as thick as a fist, seemed like real white jade, tightly locking his neck.

He clenched his other hand into a fist and punched and drilled Fang Ming's head hard.

"Hey, hey, hey, senior sister, I was wrong, spare me, senior sister, Xiao Xianzi, save me, Xiao Xianzi..."

Xia Xian was walking away quickly when he heard the miserable screams coming from behind him. He couldn't help but shiver and ran away quickly.

Compared to the previous one-time beatings, Fang Ming is suffering now.

He was confronted when they first met, then he was hit and pinched from time to time, and finally, it was like this now. Liu Qingmei would teach him a lesson whether she was happy or unhappy.

Although Fang Ming suffered more, he was also happy at the same time, and the relationship between the two became closer.

At least the owner of the library, who always stayed in a study above his head every day, was very satisfied with this.

As for Xia Xian, he continued to study and live as usual, and there seemed to be no major changes.

It has been such a long time since he developed the "4.0 Version of Physical Fitness Techniques", and he has read so many books that an average person could not finish them all in a lifetime.

Even though the useful knowledge content was extremely low, it verified the correctness of his previous ideas.

Taking time as a benchmark, we keep moving forward, tracing back to the past, and learning.

During this process, he was indeed extremely grateful to these predecessors for leaving behind such valuable knowledge.

Through those gradually primitive ancient physical fitness techniques, or in other words, a long time ago, there was no such thing as physical fitness techniques among humans.

Everyone has his or her own opinion on the body-strengthening methods he or she has created.

Some people call it "Foundation Building Method", some call it "Secret Exercise Technique" or something like that.

Most of the primitive physical fitness techniques are learned from the training methods of various powerful alien races, so most of them are also called "Mimetic Techniques of a Certain Race".

The name of this so-called "onomie" seemed to be recognized by the ancestors at that time.

During this period, Xia Xian believed that the greatest gain he had obtained was a book containing the notes and records of his predecessors' deduction of "Manipulative Art".

These books record more than just the knowledge about the physical strengthening period, because those powerful alien races do not have this stage of physical strengthening.

Therefore, these predecessors took great risks to successfully integrate the blood of other races and embark on the path of cultivation when the methods of cultivation in the physical strengthening period were not yet perfect.

Some ancestors with lofty ideals naturally wanted to prevent the descendants of the human race from having to go through this difficult hurdle.

Of course, when Xia Xian saw the original intentions of most of the predecessors who studied "Pantomimeticism", he felt suffocated and ridiculous.

They chose to study "Mimesis" only because the mortality rate of humans when transformed into slaves of their great master race was too high, which greatly wasted the human resource. Humans could not serve their great master race, and could not provide more resources for their great master race's cultivation.

Xia Xian certainly understood the helplessness of the human race at that time. At that time, humans were not strong enough, and they could not improve to their own limit. This limit was also relatively low compared to ordinary people today, and there were no ancestors who merged their blood from generation to generation to improve their blood compatibility.

Therefore, almost without exception, they were all affected by the fused blood, causing them to become slaves of the alien race both physically and mentally.

However, Xia Xian also had to sigh that no matter where humans are, this ethnic group's ability to survive is extremely strong.

No matter how much the human race sacrifices, they will always find a way out.

Just like today, most humans have enough resistance to the fusion of alien blood, and will no longer completely lose themselves and become slaves once the blood is fused.

Regardless of what the original intentions of these ancestors were, at least the knowledge they passed down gave Xia Xian great help.

At the same time, I also gained a certain understanding of some things in the subsequent realms.

These researchers, because the alien races had no fear of betrayal by their loyal slaves, had no defenses against these human ancestors, thus exposing a great deal of information.

First of all, there are detailed data records of these alien races from birth to adulthood.

Xia Xian even found a huge thick book in it, in which an ancestor who was thinking for some unknown reason had used his hands to draw, page by page, every subtle change of an alien race from birth to maturity in great detail.

Compared with Fang Ming's main artistic conception paintings, these paintings are extremely realistic. Even with Xia Xian's current eyesight, he cannot see the most subtle structure in them.

Even every detail on a single hair is painted so vividly.

Ordinary paper paint would naturally not be able to achieve such a level of fineness, but for a world with the power of cultivation, naturally everything is possible.

And there was more than one ancestor who had such thoughts and perseverance.

It was precisely because of these hyper-realistic records that Xia Xian was able to vaguely capture some key points.

"It's a pity that these ancestors didn't have detailed internal slice diagrams of these alien races." Seeing this, Xia Xian still felt a little unsatisfied.

Therefore, it is with the experience of these predecessors that Xia Xian has a deeper understanding and ideas about how to strengthen the body.

The strength of these alien races is truly all-round!

It's not just the muscles and bones that are now being exercised, but also some parts of the body that there are almost no ways to exercise now.

The body should be a whole and needs to reach a certain level of strength as a whole. No aspect should be left behind!

At least this should be a necessary condition before embarking on the path of cultivation and being able to use spiritual power.

After studying and analyzing the data recorded by these ancestors on their observations of other races, he finally came to a somewhat shocking conclusion, or conjecture.

Hypothesis 1: When the spiritual power reaches a certain strength, it will naturally attach to the body!

Those alien races, even the newborn babies, look extremely weak, but in fact their essential strength has already exceeded the limits of what is currently considered ordinary humans.

There are even some alien races that are slightly stronger, but not as strong as today's human beings as a whole. Their newborn babies can accidentally blow up a genius like Dilong whose body is over 6.0!

Therefore, precisely because their physical strength exceeds the limit for the attachment of spiritual power, they are born as spiritual bodies, and can naturally control spiritual power when they grow up.

One point that is consistent with this inference is that some weak alien races, during their infancy and larval period, actually have ordinary physiques rather than spiritual bodies, and their spiritual power cannot be retained.

Only when the body reaches a certain age, or a certain strength, can it transform into a spiritual body.

Among their races, there are also some special wastes who have not yet reached the level of spiritual beings even after reaching maturity.

This is probably because they have physical defects and have not grown to sufficient strength naturally!