I Am Your Natural Enemy

Wen Yan waved his hand, and the gray cloth shot out, rapidly wrapping around his entire body starting from his feet, until only his head was left exposed.

”Just now I was worried you weren’t long enough, looks like I underestimated you. Wrap up my head too while you’re at it.”

The gray cloth continued to whip around him, and in just a second or two, Wen Yan looked like a mummy.

The moment it was finished, Wen Yan immediately felt it.

The Yang Energy leaking from his body was all blocked by the gray cloth, trapped back inside.

Even the outside air was completely cut off.

Wen Yan was starting to have trouble breathing.

He didn’t waste any time and immediately gave himself an Explosive Great Sun Blessing.

The Yang Energy in his body erupted a hundred times more violently than usual—all of it sealed away.

The gray cloth started trembling slightly; while it could absorb a bit of the escaping power, this wasn’t just leaking—this was a volcanic eruption.

It lasted for only three breaths before the gray cloth looked about to snap apart.

Wen Yan immediately infused the gray cloth with some Yang Energy, easing the pressure a little, but it was still close to failing.

He could only gather more energy and gave the gray cloth a Super Blessing.

Just now, the gray cloth had started to bloat as if it might burst; now a faint red glow appeared on the surface, and it shrank back in, clinging tightly to Wen Yan’s skin, binding him fast inside.

With Wen Yan’s Super Blessing, the coarse cloth, which was about twenty threads thick before, now, if you looked closely, you could see the gaps between the individual fibers.

Now even those gaps were shrinking, with thread count slowly rising.

The power absorption of the gray cloth began to rise exponentially.

But even so, completely sealing away the eruption of Yang Energy inside Wen Yan’s body was still barely achievable.

The huge amount of Yang Energy, unable to escape and violently suppressed inside, added to the fact that he was cut off from air, made Wen Yan feel like he was about to suffocate.

Clenching his teeth, he tried desperately to circulate the massive Yang Energy, integrating it into his own flow, using not even one percent of his own strength to control the extra hundredfold Yang Energy flood.

When his mind started to go blurry, on the verge of suffocation, the gray cloth loosened a little.

”Don’t move! Keep going!”

The gray cloth hesitated, at a loss, but by now Wen Yan was already losing consciousness, his power getting out of control, and was about to suffocate for real.

Finally, he triggered the bottom line—the effect from Grandma’s offerings finally activated.

”Gained extra temporary buff: Immortality (limited to 24 hours)”

”Before the extra temporary buff expires, your health will not fall below 20%.”

”Note: Certain powers or abilities may remove the temporary buff.”

Wen Yan’s muddled mind instantly snapped awake.

His state hovered at the edge of unbearable, almost suffocating, but never able to cross that line.

It wasn’t comfortable—not at all—but it didn’t last that long.

The Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman on his right hand began to glow, the bracelet turning into a stream of water and flowing into his mouth.

As the water circulate, the feeling of suffocation faded away.

Wen Yan’s mind grew clearer and clearer. Once back to normal, he kept experimenting with control.

Normally when he practiced his fists, the most he did was a regular blessing, never trying the Explosive Great Sun Blessing before.

The control difficulty was insane, but so were the results.

All the power was forcefully locked inside his body, plus the blood lock—not fatal, just extremely uncomfortable but still manageable.

Wen Yan started to build, according to his own ideas, a seamless network of circulation.

He began with the blood circulation as a foundation, then formed a relatively independent loop system modeled after it.

He’d tried before: when one leg had just one ring-shaped loop, and when he branched it out into multiple loops—the difference in how much Yang Energy he could control was night and day.

Going from simple to complex—that’s the process of creating a cultivation system for himself.

He could take his time; as long as he couldn’t die, he dared to experiment as much as needed.

Wen Yan kept his standing stake posture, standing there unmoving.

An hour later, the gray cloth with a red sheen lay scattered on the ground like a disjointed snake, limp for a long time without any reaction.

Wen Yan was still standing in place, maintaining his standing stake stance.

When the extra Yang Energy blessing faded, Wen Yan immediately felt that the difficulty of control, fusion, and opening up dropped by several levels in an instant.

Suddenly, everything seemed much simpler.

What was once as futile as an ant trying to shake a tree now felt like a pony pulling a cart—still tough, but doable.

Fusion and opening up—the Yang Energy erupting from Wen Yan’s skin started to weaken.

It wasn’t weakening; it was just becoming more restrained, turning into true power he could actually wield.

Across at Old Zhao’s family, Old Zhao stood at the window, his five brothers at their windows too—might as well be sunbathing.

Old Zhao soaked up the Yang Energy, his bewildered gaze gradually focusing.

”That’s a terrifying rate of progress. He’s literally risking his life to cultivate. You guys should go talk some sense into him. One loss of control and he’s done for.”

The five brothers all turned to look.

”I think he’s doing pretty well—doesn’t seem at risk of losing control.”

”Yeah, it all feels very harmonious.”

”There’s a kind of beauty to it, like the morning sun in winter.”

”Feels like this is exactly how it’s supposed to be.”

”I think it’s pretty badass too.”

Old Zhao stared blankly at Wen Yan, his gaze going blurry again; he couldn’t understand what he was seeing anymore.

Meanwhile, Wen Yan, eyes closed, grabbed the limp-as-dead-dog gray cloth beside him.

”Come on, hurry up, get back to work—I’ve got a feel for it now, come on, seal it tighter.”

The gray cloth wobbled and wrapped him up again, locking Wen Yan in completely once more.

Wen Yan started mastering the trick, keeping himself right on the thin line of almost-suffocating-but-not-dead-yet.

Then, wherever the Yang Energy started to integrate, wherever he wanted to open a path, whatever route he wanted to try—he’d just give it a shot.

If he sensed he was about to trigger the Blood Lock warning, he immediately switched routes. If the warning didn’t go off, that meant it wasn’t lethal.

If it couldn’t kill him, there was nothing to fear.

Wen Yan knew he wasn’t some born genius—but hey, he could cheat.

He felt like he was getting back to his original mindset: using every power he obtained and making it truly his own.

And in this process, it wasn’t just about Scorching Sun anymore.