Yang Lie’s words had voiced the inner thoughts of every young martial artist present. The concept of Blood-Exchange Rebirth True Innate—how many martial artists had researched it? Yet, no one had ever managed to fully materialize it.

Attempting to render the process of Blood-Exchange Rebirth True Innate into visual form was not unprecedented, but equally unsuccessful. That indescribable, profound sensation—how could it ever be captured visually?

However, the very subject that had stumped countless grandmasters of martial arts seemed as simple as plain water to Qin Fen, appearing effortlessly before them.

"A Grandmaster's work…" Qin Fen smiled, offering no further explanation. Such imagery was indeed the creation of a Grandmaster; he was merely borrowing the fruits of a master's research to lend a hand to his friend.

The projection on the wall shifted slowly. The young martial artists were quickly drawn to it, unwilling to miss such an opportunity.

Xue Tian spun the wheels of his wheelchair, maneuvering it to Qin Fen's bedside. He nudged Qin Fen’s arm lightly with his elbow and whispered, "Old Qin. Got anything for Marrow-Exchange Nirvana Great Innate?"

Qin Fen stared blankly at Xue Tian. Xue Tian, still injured, lowered his voice: "Since that sudden punch you threw on the beach, your entire aura has felt completely different, like a complete metamorphosis. I felt this sensation before when you completed the Blood-Exchange Rebirth True Innate. But…"

Xue Tian leaned even closer to Qin Fen: "When you struck last time, that feeling was much clearer. And those injuries you sustained—those were from a single palm strike by Bai Hu. Normally, that would leave a person crippled for life. Yet, you’ve been recovering at an incredible rate over this past month."

"You really dare to think that big," Qin Fen nodded slightly, giving a crisp thumbs-up.

According to the Master, something like Marrow-Exchange Nirvana Great Innate was something many martial arts masters deemed utterly impossible to achieve at the Ten-Star level. They wouldn't even waste time considering such a pursuit. Yet, Xue Tian had actually dared to conceive of it…

"Well…" Xue Tian’s words carried a hint of smugness as he stroked his chin. "I mulled it over for several days before reaching that conclusion."

"You guessed correctly," Qin Fen lowered his voice even further. "If you need the images, I can produce them over the next few days."

"Good," Xue Tian leaned back into the wheelchair, his expression suddenly serious and focused. "Right! That's a separate matter. Even if you give me the pictures, it doesn't cancel out the introduction to that police beauty. You promised you'd introduce me after you check out, remember?"

Qin Fen sighed repeatedly with a helpless shake of his head. If Xue Tian channeled this degree of persistence into martial arts cultivation, his future would undoubtedly be brilliantly bright.

Within that small hospital room, no one suspected that something capable of shaking the entire martial arts world was unfolding.

In the following days, the young martial artists temporarily moved their living quarters into Qin Fen's room. A few hours of viewing couldn't compare to constantly rewatching the material for accuracy.

Qin Fen held a brand new MPIO audio-visual player, intently watching the scenes within. Inspired by Qin Fen's projection, Yang Lie and the others had found ways to compress their martial insights and experiences onto hard drives, which were then copied entirely onto this MPIO.

This MPIO not only recorded the insights of the younger martial artists but also documented various martial theories they had heard from their elders. Furthermore, many unique moves secretly developed by their respective seniors were tossed into the MPIO without reservation.

For nearly the next month, Qin Fen lived the simplest of lives: consuming the terrible-tasting pills sent by Inzarlotta, and then watching the data on the MPIO.

As his body gradually improved, he could even get up and practice a few moves, using his body to internalize the concepts explained in the materials.

Since Qin Fen first appeared, the frequency of his battles far exceeded the operational tempo of any special forces soldier. In normal times, he never had a chance to truly settle down, reflect, and synthesize his knowledge.

During these two-plus months of convalescence, Qin Fen began his first major summation of his martial life. He spent his days studying data, contemplating, summarizing, and integrating knowledge, and his nights exchanging insights and sparring with the Master and other experts. Unconsciously, he absorbed much of this knowledge, transforming it into the nourishment for his own martial path.

Gradually, Qin Fen’s various intermediate martial skills began to fuse, leading to a complete reclassification. Even the most fundamental Arhat Fist experienced a massive sublimation.

The data provided by the Little Dragon King Yang Lie specifically addressed the Arhat Fist. He cited numerous Buddhist scriptures, offering a profound analysis and exposition of what the Arhat Fist truly was.

The Little Dragon King Yang Lie had only received instruction from one preceding monk, and thus couldn't fully comprehend or internalize it. But these same texts, falling into the hands of someone as diligent as Qin Fen, acted like the key to open the great treasure trove of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves.

Hum… hum…

Qin Fen executed the conditioning exercises and the Arhat Fist, moving back and forth within the confined space. The rising and falling thrusts of his fists and feet caused the air to vibrate faintly, sounding like a monk chanting in a low voice.

Slowly, he retracted his stance, gripping his fists tightly, feeling the newly upgraded control over his true qi vibrations. Under the current circumstances, if he encountered the Little Pluto Hades again, he might not end up in a situation where he couldn't even recall his finishing moves. He wondered about the true power of this revised Arhat Fist now coupled with the supposed Buddhist Six-Syllable Mantra.

Crack… crack… crack…

In the quiet ward, a sudden, continuous sound of bones shifting echoed throughout the room.

The young men engaged in their own practices temporarily stopped their intense cultivation, turning in surprise to look at Caesar the Great. Beneath the exposed skin of his body, something strange seemed to be writhing and flowing rapidly, and even his bones emitted crisp cracking sounds.

What is this? Solomon slightly parted his lips in astonishment. This was the state of Blood-Exchange Rebirth True Innate! Caesar was about to complete it right now!

In the room, apart from Xue Tian and Qin Fen, Solomon was the first to reach the Nine-Star level, and the first to hit the peak of Nine-Star. Yet, unexpectedly, the first to complete the Blood-Exchange Rebirth True Innate was Caesar, who had only just reached the pinnacle of Nine-Star strength yesterday!

Boom…

Caesar’s body suddenly trembled slightly, and both eyes snapped open. The dimly lit ward instantly seemed to have two 200-watt light bulbs switched on.

Upon completing the Blood-Exchange Rebirth True Innate, Caesar had also broken through into the ranks of Ten-Star martial artists! Everyone’s scalps tingled once more. The Little Pluto Hades was rumored to be the most promising among the younger generation to become a Divine Beast precisely because he achieved this feat. Now, Caesar had done it too!

Compared to Little Pluto Hades, who relied on instinctual groping to enter the Ten-Star rank during his Blood-Exchange Rebirth True Innate, Caesar clearly benefited from Qin Fen's calculated assistance. But the resulting entry method meant his future martial development was even brighter.

"This… this…" Caesar looked at his hands in disbelief. Walking the path of Imperial Martial Arts, he possessed a steadfast heart surpassing that of ordinary men. Even if Mount Everest collapsed before him instantaneously, it would not cause a ripple in his state of mind.

Yet, this sudden advancement today caused the stability of his Imperial Martial Heart to falter. Entering the Ten-Star rank simultaneously with the Blood-Exchange Rebirth True Innate!

Caesar had never dared to imagine such a thing before; he had only hoped to complete the Blood-Exchange Rebirth True Innate without excessive difficulty.

For a moment, the other young men in the room who had not yet completed their Blood-Exchange Rebirth looked at Caesar with envy. Achieving Blood-Exchange Rebirth at such an age was already a heaven-defying feat; to then enter the Ten-Star rank concurrently was astonishing.

"Congratulations."

Qin Fen smiled, clasping his hands together, stepping forward first to offer his congratulations.

Hearing the congratulation, the others snapped out of their surprise and envy, quickly offering sincere, smiling bows of congratulations. The room instantly filled with joyous laughter.

Chen Feiyu patted the somewhat silent Du Peng: "Believe in yourself, and believe in Qin Fen…"

Du Peng nodded silently. In the room, he was the only one still stuck at the peak of Eight-Star without a breakthrough. The anxiety and frustration felt by the others, who had recently all broken through to Nine-Star, were something only he could truly understand.

"Qin Fen…"

Caesar excitedly stood up and looked at Qin Fen, unable for a long time to articulate what he wanted to say.

Should he say thank you? Or express gratitude too deep for words? Or something else? Caesar truly didn't know what to say. Any word or token of thanks seemed insignificant compared to the great gift Qin Fen had bestowed.

"What? You’ve finished the Blood-Exchange Rebirth and ascended to Ten-Star. Want to test your skills against me again?"

Qin Fen responded with a light smile, breaking the slightly sentimental atmosphere caused by Caesar’s excitement.

Yang Lie and the others' eyes instantly lit up, anticipation shimmering in their pupils. Though they were brothers who had shared life-and-death situations, they also shared a common goal: to challenge Qin Fen! Now that Caesar was the first to complete the Blood-Exchange Rebirth True Innate and successfully reach Ten-Star strength, everyone wanted to see how much closer he had gotten to Qin Fen.

"To be honest, I really want to, but…" Caesar’s excited expression was tinged with faint confusion. His eyes continuously scanned Qin Fen’s body: "I don’t know why, but after successfully completing the Blood-Exchange Rebirth and entering Ten-Star, my confidence in challenging you has actually diminished compared to when I was at the peak of Nine-Star. It’s strange, really strange. I suddenly feel like you are even stronger now, much stronger than when you fought Little Pluto Hades."

The young martial artists scrutinized Qin Fen with curious eyes. None could feel what Caesar felt. Qin Fen looked the same as before. If one had to point out a difference, it seemed the current Qin Fen was weaker than before; despite recovering significantly from Bai Hu’s palm strike, his body was not fully healed. How could he be stronger when he wasn't even at his peak state?

"It’s strange, truly strange," Caesar shook his head repeatedly. "To be honest, I wasn't afraid of losing. When I was at the peak of Nine-Star, I already decided that after completing the Blood-Exchange Rebirth True Innate, I absolutely had to challenge Qin Fen once, to see how much I had closed the gap with him…"

"Caesar, that's because you've also become stronger."

The ward door slowly opened, allowing a soft ray of light to stream in. Xue Tian entered the room, smiling broadly from his wheelchair.

Qin Fen was startled the moment he saw Xue Tian. Caesar’s eyebrows rose immediately following that, his pupils similarly filled with doubt as he stared at Xue Tian: "You possess an aura similar to Qin Fen’s… Why?"

Marrow-Exchange Nirvana Great Innate! Qin Fen sucked in a sharp breath. Xue Tian truly was a genius among geniuses. He had completed Marrow-Exchange Nirvana this quickly?

"Old Qin, why are you so surprised?" Xue Tian raised a hand to rub his dark circles. "Look at these dark rings I’ve earned; I haven't slept properly these past few days. Besides, you finished much earlier than me. If we fought now, I’d probably get thrashed."

"Well, that remains to be seen; no one knows the outcome until we fight."

Qin Fen smiled and shook his head repeatedly. Having witnessed Xue Tian’s truly frenzied state on the beach last time, it was unforgettable. He could conceal knives almost anywhere on his body, even hiding a razor blade under his tongue. A certain Ten-Star martial artist didn't expect this and was blinded when Xue Tian spat a blade fragment at him. Thinking about having to guard against Xue Tian's unpredictable knives made Qin Fen feel that this guy was exceptionally difficult to deal with.

"Old Qin, Eleven-Star already?"

Xue Tian’s question once again drew surprise from the others. Had Qin Fen managed to ascend to Eleven-Star while severely injured?

"No," Qin Fen shrugged indifferently. "To be honest, although my star level didn't increase over these two months, my strength has advanced by leaps and bounds. Not only has my true qi vibration ascended to a new major level, but more importantly, the fusion of my martial arts has given me a feeling of sublimation and rebirth."

Solomon was the first to nod with a smile. That sublimation and fusion of martial arts is often far more terrifying than increasing one's star rank. It not only broadens the path for one's future development but also ensures that the enhancement of one's core strength is not significantly delayed.

"Let me say something that others might call arrogant," Qin Fen returned to his bed, his eyes radiating extreme confidence: "In a real fight, aside from Xue Tian, there is no one—be they Ten-Star or Eleven-Star martial artists—that I cannot defeat. There are even quite a few Twelve-Star martial artists whom I can beat."

A Ten-Star martial artist claiming he could sweep aside Eleven-Star martial artists and even take down a large number of Twelve-Stars—if these confident words came from someone else, they would sound cerebrally challenged. But when Qin Fen said them, everyone felt it was perfectly reasonable.

To the common person, being struck by Bai Hu’s palm was a massive loss for Qin Fen; lying in bed for two months had even slowed down his rocket-like pace of star-level advancement.

However, Caesar and the others understood that if this palm strike had permanently crippled Qin Fen, it would have been a true loss. But with his body recovering so rapidly, as seen today, he had arguably gained an immense advantage.

If they could be struck by Bai Hu’s palm to the extent Qin Fen was, yet still recover, Caesar and the others would unhesitatingly choose to be hit by Bai Hu once.

The martial essence contained within a single palm strike from a Divine Beast level martial artist was not negligible. Most martial artists struck by this blow would die instantly, having no opportunity to absorb the martial essence. But surviving an attack from a Divine Beast martial artist offered a high chance of absorbing the experience embedded within that strike.

With his superhuman martial intuition, Qin Fen surviving that palm strike without dying—how could he fail to absorb profound lessons? That single palm from Bai Hu was enough to propel Qin Fen's martial path forward rapidly during these two months of recuperation. Coupled with absorbing the insights and experiences from young martial artists of different schools, it would be strange if he hadn't progressed.

"Old Qin, cut the drama. Right now, I definitely can't beat you for real," Xue Tian said after serious consideration. "If I use all my despicable and shameless fighting methods, I might have a chance to injure you. That’s true."

The door was pushed open again, and Inzarlotta walked in. As usual, he offered no pleasantries. He handed each person a pill, finally arriving before Qin Fen and saying, "Seven days."

Seven days: Qin Fen's body would be completely restored in seven more days. This was the timeline provided by Inzarlotta, an absolutely accurate schedule, and also the schedule for Inzarlotta's departure from the hospital.

Qin Fen gently rubbed the pill between his fingertips, looking at his old friend who had rushed over from the military: "Going back to find the Chef?"

"En!" Inzarlotta nodded. "They are very strong."

Receiving such an evaluation from Inzarlotta deepened Qin Fen's understanding of the Chef and Fei Wei once again.

"Hey, Young Master Yin," Xue Tian frowned as the black pill spun on his palm. "Can't you make this medicine taste any better?"

The other young martial artists nodded in agreement upon hearing Xue Tian's complaint. Inzarlotta's medicine was potent, but its flavor was exceptionally dreadful. Even Solomon, who also preferred silence, could only utter two words every time he swallowed the pills Inzarlotta provided: "Truly awful."

For medicine to force a reserved man to voice an opinion, just how repulsive must it taste?

"Cannot."

Inzarlotta’s response was as brief as ever—a cold, single sentence that made the assembled young martial artists collectively shake their heads with wry smiles. They couldn't tell if Inzarlotta’s sense of taste was defective, or if he derived dark pleasure from watching others suffer while taking his concoctions.

Qin Fen gently rubbed his temples. It seemed Inzarlotta truly admired the Chef; the bitterness of the medicine progressed daily alongside his pharmaceutical skills.

Xue Tian swallowed the pill as if heading to the execution ground, pinched his nose, and looked ahead: "Old Qin, your body is almost better. What are your plans after leaving the hospital?"

"I plan to go to the Sacred Martial Hall…"

Qin Fen crushed the pill given by Inzarlotta, and a shade of dark blue-green instantly surfaced on his face. Today's pill was unusually nasty.

Inzarlotta watched the dark discoloration bloom on Qin Fen's face and a faint smile touched the corner of his impassive lips. At least in terms of sheer unpleasant taste, he had won against the Chef. Even the Chef, whose cooking was notoriously awful, had never managed to make Qin Fen’s expression turn ashen with just one mouthful.