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Chapter 270 Cat Dad Gets STRONKER

Chapter 270 – Cat Dad Gets STRONKER

= Xiaomao's Pocket Dantian =

Xiaomao sat cross-legged, meditating and enduring the extreme pain. He lost count of how many times he died in this place because of pain poisoning and the destruction of his body organs.

After months in this dimension, Xiaomao finally got the hang of it. He was confident that he could open his meridians now after the simulation practices.

"Mir, bring my consciousness back. I've figured it out."

'Good, mew! Took you a while.'

WHOOSH

When Xiaomao reopened his eyes, he found himself in Jungwoo's room. As usual, Jungwoo was still struggling to overcome the first stage, and he hadn't woken up yet.

Mir sat in front of Xiaomao. She sized him up and smiled.

"Show me that you can open all 108 meridians, so we can move on to the 4th stage, mew!"

"On it!"

Xiaomao resumed cultivating, but he did it in the real world. The black slime in his shadow immediately came out and attached to his four left tentacles and merged with them, turning all four arms black and moist.

He flinched, but he ignored it. This impurity entity was a part of Xiaomao, and he knew that it wouldn't harm him other than extracting impurity inside his body and turning it into its energy source.

PU

PU

Sounds of something piercing through a soft flesh came from Xiaomao's skin. Following the sound, transparent liquid seeped out from Xiaomao's pores.

It was not his sweat. Instead, it was the remaining impurity that had been hiding in his blood vessels and nervous system.

PU

PU

Xiaomao coughed and spat a mouthful of blood. Some of his Qi traveled through the nervous system and blood vessels. Then, they reunited at the spinal cord, causing a small collision. Then, both paths moved toward his major organs, such as the heart, spleen, lungs, liver, kidneys, stomach, intestines, and gallbladders.

Before, Xiaomao could barely extract impurities from these organs as he couldn't risk injuring or killing himself. But after staying in the pocket dantian for months, he went through trials and errors. Xiaomao finally learned how to efficiently clean his real body's meridians and corrected the channels like how Mimir's bible described.

When the leftover impurity came out from his nervous system and veins, the energy gushed through the unclogged dam, flowing throughout his body. His muscles absorbed the Qi like a sponge, and they began producing mist as a byproduct.

An ordinary human was born with 12 meridians by default. Some had more. Some had less, depending on genes and bloodline. Xiaomao's soul came from a cultivator family. Thus, his soul influenced the genes and created 108 meridians, aka Qi routes, throughout his body.

After linking the nervous system with the dantian, Xiaomao opened 12 basic meridians. From there, it expanded to 24, 36, and 48 in order. An hour quickly passed, and Xiaomao pushed his Qi through all the 108 channels that he was born with!

BOOM

Xiaomao's muscles slightly expanded, and his core muscles increased by a wide margin. He no longer had a thin waist as he used to as his side abs got larger, strong enough for him to start working out using the strong-man fitness.

The clear impurity liquid merged with his black tentacles, but they didn't change color. On the contrary, it produced a faint purple mist.

Xiaomao stretched. Every movement produced a spark of energy, and he felt fresh and light. When he opened his eyes, he found himself covered by a white mist. Only the black tentacles had purple gas around them.

"Try to control your Qi outside your body again. Remember what I taught you, mew?"

Xiaomao nodded and retried the previous lesson that he had failed. He ejected 1,000 strands of his Qi from his body and compressed it. The vacuum of the force pulled some white gas into the compressed Qi to the point that it became unstable.

However, Xiaomao successfully compressed all 1,000 strands of Life Qi this time. Now, it became a floating droplet that ordinary people could barely see with their naked eyes.

"Good. Now, it's time to put that into practice. I'll send you back to spar with the clones… I mean the dummies again."

Without allowing Xiaomao to react, Mir slapped him and knocked Xiaomao unconscious. His consciousness was pulled into the pocket dantian again.

DING

The shadow clone of Wei Feng appeared again. He exuded a similar aura to Xiaomao. However, his Qi's color was as red as blood.

'I'll give you some tips. Even though the dummies can use 200% of the original's true potential, their true cultivation base is still a lot weaker than you, mew. Remember, they haven't reached the meridian opening stage. They just catch a glimpse of it with their pure talent, and they can use a bit of the hidden strength. As for you, you just learned and completed what a 3rd-stage cultivator could naturally do. Now, go ham and test your new power, mew!'

Xiaomao nodded and looked at Wei Feng. He spread his tentacles like spider legs, not showing his intention. Then, he kicked the ground and rushed his opponent.

Wei Feng transformed into an Oni and threw eight flying swords at him. All the swords were covered by the red mist.

"Compress!"

Xiaomao compressed 1,000 strands of Qi with his two palms. Then, he sent a palm strike with the droplet of compressed Qi toward Wei Feng's face.

"Err… what's come after the compress? Whatever. RASENGEN!"

BANG

A change occurred with Xiaomao's palm. It carried a strong force that generated extreme pressure and a strong gale. The wind was so heavy that it dispersed Wei Feng's red gas and exploded Oni's head, splashing blood and brain tissues everywhere.

Unfortunately, the power also destroyed Xiaomao's hand!

Xiaomao widened his eyes, looking at his new power in awe.

'Err, Xiaomao. I forgot to teach you the next step, mew.'

"Did I use the correct method?" Xiaomao looked at the smoke that came out from his shattered palm. His fingers were also torn to pieces, leaving him with a fingerless right hand.

'Of course not! You were supposed to use that as a propeller or a launcher for your flying swords or random objects, mew! Using it with your bare body is like asking to be exploded along with your enemies, mew!'

"…"

'Next lesson, it's about the applications of those compressed Qi. Pay attention, mew! At the 4th stage, you will need to use it VERY VERY often to the point that you're sick of it!'

Xiaomao nodded. He was ready for more.

"Alright. Bring it!"

'But first, let's reset your life or regenerate your freaking hand. You can't train without a right hand, mew!'

"…"

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= Slave Dungeon, B1 Floor =

After all the troubles, Torrent managed to produce 100 level-300 Party Girls. She sent the odd yellowish leather skin to move together with the new batch of iron and lead mannequins, who had a similar level as them.

"Kikikiki!"

The Party Girls giggled as they held their balloons. A few bounced them like a volleyball, playing with their mannequin friends.

Looking at the free-spirited monsters, Torrent was proud of her creation. She got more enthusiastic and tried to add some characteristics to the new batch of Party Girls.

"Come to think of it, I can imprint their personality and behavior through my blood. What will happen if I make a wish when I drop my blood on the materials? Hmm…"

The ex-pirate king smirked as she gazed at her sexy body. Then, she thought of Undine, the hidden beauty that Xiaomao and many men here ignored.

"What if I make a new batch of femme fatal? Beauty assassins? Pretty thieves? No, that's cliché. How about the shy beauties that always hide their appearance under the… skin of their victims?"

Torrent clapped her hands and praised herself for being a genius. She skipped and danced while she carried another batch of flesh ingots to the printing machine.

"What should I call them? Skin Stealer? Skin Thief? No, they're pretty girls, so their names must be cute! How about Pretty Skin! KAHAHAHAHA!!"

Torrent dropped her blood on the ingots and made a wish. Then, she tossed several ingots into the chemical pool at once.

Unlike before, the chemical pool was instantly drained dry. A humongous flesh ball remained at the center of the pool.

BADUMP

The ball thumped and pulsed like a giant heart. It turned into an embryo of a new being.

Torrent looked at its name.

Embryo of Pretty Skin, Level 400

The strength improved a bit, but it was still lacking. Torrent was disappointed.

"Haiya, a failed product. Oh, well."

Torrent carried the embryo out of the pool and placed it in a corner. Next, she resumed her work, creating more mannequins by using Undine's materials. As the chemical pool was dry, she temporarily stopped creating more Party Girls.

While Torrent was busy, the embryo gradually shrank. It formed a humanoid body of a slender female inside.

The unknown creature inside the embryo slightly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the back of Torrent.

"MAMA! JUST KILLED DA MAN! PUT A GUN AGAINST HIS D, PULL DA TRIGGER NOW HE A SHE!"

"…"

"MAMA! BUTTSEGGS HAD JUST BEGUN! BUT NOW HE'S GAY AND WANTS DICK ALL THE WAY!"

Torrent sang a weird song. Pretty Skin stared and muttered, mimicking the word that she remembered softly.

"Gay?"

The first impression was everything. Pretty Girl mastered her first word.

"Gay? GAY!"

Soon in the future, those words would be her catchphrase and annoy the hell out of the intruders.