Chapter 31: The Eunuch’s Miraculous Art – "Rejuvenation Technique"

Miao Ruolan let out a laugh. “My father works as a security guard in Shengcheng, and my mother has gone to my grandmother’s house to help arrange my cousin’s wedding. There’s nobody at home. Anyway, it’s just a book. I’ll bring it to you tomorrow…”

A martial artist, traveling far to become a security guard in Shengcheng.

This was proof enough of how ancient martial arts have fallen into obscurity in modern society.

Yet Lin Xiaosu felt restless and impatient. “Can’t it be today?”

“You’re in such a hurry… Let me pour some cold water on you first. That senior brother back then spent five whole years practicing, and still achieved nothing. It’s actually quite normal. I spent thirteen years before I crossed the threshold. I only hope that after you try it, you won’t accuse me of being a fraud!”

“If I ever call you a fraud, just kick me ten yards away. Taking a hit from someone as extraordinary as you is more convincing than any argument! But honestly, your father is too rigid. People questioned him, didn’t they? Why didn’t he just teach them a lesson with his skills? Let them experience firsthand the power of ancient martial arts—that’s what you call proof beyond words…”

Miao Ruolan’s lips curved into a slight smile. “Hop on, I’ll tell you about it on the way…”

She mounted her scooter, took Lin Xiaosu along, and wound her way home along the mountain road on the west side of the county. The mountain to the west was called Party Hill, paired with Tower Hill as the two prominent peaks of the county.

Originally, Party Hill held more importance in the hearts of locals than Tower Hill, since it was closer to the city center. However, as the county expanded southward instead of westward, the city center shifted south as well. Over time, Tower Hill became a secluded haven at the heart of development, while Party Hill remained untouched and preserved in its original state.

A gentle breeze brushed their ears, and Miao Ruolan’s voice drifted over, telling the story of this martial art.

The “Spring Renewal Technique” was unique, unlike the methods passed down by other ancient martial families.

Its greatest distinction lay in its original purpose—not as a classic martial art, but as a method for “healing and replenishment.”

Its founder was a eunuch.

He possessed everything except one thing: a lineage.

That was his lasting regret. He had served for half his life, building a legacy that would suffice for dozens of generations of descendants to enjoy—but he had no root, no descendants to inherit it.

Most people would simply leave behind their regrets and let the story end. But this eunuch was tenacious, determined to accomplish what he set his mind to. He searched through the palace’s vast collection of texts to create a method that could fill his void. He wanted his lineage to regrow; he wanted his brilliance to continue. This eunuch’s surname was Miao, and his name was Miao Renjie.

His name alone revealed his character. Even without a root, he still aspired to be outstanding!

Lin Xiaosu listened to the tale carried on the wind, his heart surging with shock.

No descendants, so he created the “Spring Renewal Technique”? Unbelievable!

Wait—this eunuch’s surname was Miao…

Could it be? Is your family descended from that eunuch?

Did he actually succeed?

As Miao Ruolan rode, crossing ridges and hills, she continued weaving the legend.

This extraordinary Miao Renjie truly succeeded in creating the “Spring Renewal Technique,” and managed to restore his lineage, continuing his legacy, his legend, and the family’s treasured book.

The technique begins at a special point, generating the “spring renewal true energy,” which strengthens the practitioner’s physical abilities wherever it flows.

In this regard, it’s not much different from other ancient martial arts.

So what’s the difference?

Its difference lies in unlimited adaptability.

How? The human body has two main channels, twelve regular meridians, and eight extraordinary ones—these are the conventional pathways. But there are countless minute meridians, and the ways these can be opened and combined create different “energy domains.” Theoretically, the combinations are endless…

No one can discover all the possibilities, but everyone can freely choose a combination.

If the heart is weak, one can design a path to protect it.

If the kidneys are failing, a path can be designed to strengthen them.

If the arms lack strength, a path can boost arm power.

Weak legs? A path can help the lame walk like the wind.

If the brain is lacking…well, forget it. A fool probably can’t design a complex path to protect their own brain…

In summary, the Spring Renewal Technique is a medical art, not a martial one.

And the patient is oneself!

Isn’t it astonishing? Isn’t it awkward?

Astonishing, yes—the effect is miraculous, even regrowing a lost lineage, which is incredible.

But so what? It takes more than a decade just to enter the door, a lifetime of effort to become a super-doctor, and in the end, the only patient you can heal is yourself!

So who is this for?

Probably only someone like Miao Renjie.

What are the traits of such people? Great perseverance, vast legacy, and serious illness—but not too serious, or else the effort will outlast the person…

With so many unique requirements, the audience is extremely niche, and the method itself became so obscure that in modern society, it needed to be “put online.”

If Miao Renjie, the founder, knew this, he’d probably rise from the grave…

The scooter sped along the mountain road, and Miao Ruolan’s cheeks were tinged with pink. Even the chilly early May mountain wind couldn’t dispel the blush.

There were many reasons…

But the most important was her own peculiarity.

Her appearance was plain; even if she spent the night on the street, her parents would only worry about whether she was hungry.

Her temperament was quiet, preferring to distance herself from the crowd.

As such, she had never been this close to a man.

Worse yet, she was speaking about the topic of lineage.

It was unavoidable.

She swore by her remaining purity that she had used the most delicate “ancient phrasing…”

Fortunately, they reached Flower Stone Bridge.

Miao Ruolan nearly hopped off the scooter, drew in the cool air of the village, and slowly turned back. “This is my home!”

“It’s nice! Better than mine!” Lin Xiaosu looked around.

A little bridge over running water, green grass by the pond, a tidy village, houses built by the water, several tall trees at the entrance, and a newly built bus stop—the bus now connected to the village, the county’s greatest benefit for this suburban area.

There weren’t many households, but compared to other villages that were “dying out,” it was clearly populous.

“Come inside!”

Lin Xiaosu entered, finding the interior a typical rural house—cement floor, large wooden table, exposed wires on white walls—but the backyard held a unique charm.

The backyard was large, the ground of packed earth, backed by a high embankment with a bamboo grove behind it. On the right stood a tall crape myrtle tree, its lush branches forming a natural screen.

To the left was a stone, its surface not natural but embedded with many pebbles forming a flower pattern, lending the farmhouse a touch of elegance.

Beneath the crape myrtle, pebbles were scattered across the earth, with a small table and a recliner nearby. In summer, sitting here would surely be cool and pleasant.

“Sit down. I’ll go boil some water—I didn’t get to it this morning,” said Miao Ruolan.

“Alright!”

Lin Xiaosu settled into the recliner; it was truly comfortable. Suddenly, his gaze was caught by the flower pattern opposite.

Pebbles embedded to form a flower.

His first impression upon entering had been—

But now his feeling changed…

It wasn’t cement inlay—it was holes carved directly into the stone.

He pressed his foot to steady the recliner and stared at the pebbles beneath him, waves of astonishment rising in his heart…

No way.

Sitting here, idly tossing stones, the pebbles would land and embed in the big rock, forming a flower on its surface!

Such skill—even a master like Chang Ye couldn’t do it. At best, she could smash the stone, but she’d never be able to keep the pebbles intact.

An egg colliding with a stone—if it’s fast enough, the stone may be damaged, but no matter how great your skill, you can’t keep the egg unscathed!

Like a bird striking an airplane—people marvel at the glass being shattered by the fragile bird, but who has ever seen a bird survive such a crash?

Miao Ruolan came in, carrying a teapot and a thread-bound book.

She smiled gently. “I brought the book. Enjoy your tea and read at your leisure. I’ll go make lunch.”

All of Lin Xiaosu’s attention was immediately drawn to the book.

He picked it up. On the cover were three ancient characters: Spring Renewal Technique.

He opened it, reading the introduction: “The human body is as the universe, its mysteries vast as heaven and earth. The circulation of blood and flow of energy within are all the workings of creation…”

Lin Xiaosu read rapidly, line after line…

One minute, two, three…

Half an hour passed, and he closed the book.

Ancient texts are like this—not many words, but obscure and hard to understand. Yet was this a problem for Lin Xiaosu?

After a glance, he could recite it backwards. Once his Dao of Lanxin was integrated, it was quickly digested.

Everything seemed effortless, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t astonishing.

This book infinitely mythologized the human body.

It claimed the body held countless hidden realms, each one a gateway to creation.

On the surface, it sounded like nonsense, but as the saying goes: the end of science is mysticism!

Modern people have their own conclusions: the human genome has been decoded less than 8%!

The human body has never truly been decoded!

That was the theory…

The practical part was complex: the body’s meridians, the names of the acupoints, the exact point where the first thread of true energy is born…

All were crystal clear…

But reality is always trickier. Lin Xiaosu felt it was like something “everyone can understand at a glance, but fails to do in practice.”

That point—how does one generate true energy?

He struggled for two hours, with no clue.

True energy—unseen, untouchable—how could it spontaneously arise?

Miao Ruolan brought lunch, simple home dishes, but full of flavor.

Lin Xiaosu ate heartily, complimenting her several times, making her cheeks flush with embarrassment.