Chapter 95: The Nineteen Ultimate Forms

By the time Chen Meng reached the martial arts hall, he had already spotted Yan Ruoxi waiting at the entrance.

“Good morning, senior sister!”

“Morning.”

Yan Ruoxi answered coolly. She always gave off the impression of standing apart from the world, aloof and untouchable, so that sometimes Chen Meng wanted to draw closer, yet dared not get too near.

Inside the hall, everything was just as it had been the last time they left.

“All right, let’s begin. Today we’ll try all the remaining ten moves, then combine all the moves together to form a complete sequence,” Chen Meng said. This was their plan, and success was now almost within reach.

“Mhm.” Yan Ruoxi nodded.

Although the old man was not there, Chen Meng was already thoroughly familiar with the breathing technique and could try it on his own.

By ten in the morning, they had finally gone through the last ten moves. Of those ten, five showed results within ten minutes.

Combined with the fifty-four moves from before, that made a total of fifty-nine.

“So many moves?”

Chen Meng went back over them. Since his aim was to turn these into one continuous routine, any obviously conflicting moves would have to be combined in a reasonable way or simply removed.

After thinking it over, Chen Meng decided to screen them once more and select the easiest ones to cultivate and combine.

It was a very time-consuming task, and one that required constant trial and error.

“Let’s have lunch first.”

Seeing that it was already noon, Chen Meng made up his mind.

Without the old man present, the two of them sitting down to eat together gave off an oddly strange feeling.

Chen Meng could not help glancing at Yan Ruoxi. If he married her and made her his wife, would this be the life they lived together in the future?

“What is it, junior brother?”

Yan Ruoxi noticed his gaze and asked with some confusion.

Chen Meng smiled. “Senior sister, may I ask you a question? Suppose you got married in the future, and your husband was me. What would you think?”

Yan Ruoxi paused. She looked at Chen Meng, then shook her head. “Not very much. I don’t like boys younger than me.”

So that was it—rejected outright?

Chen Meng gave an awkward laugh and decided not to say anything else. After lunch, the two of them continued studying how to combine the fifty-nine moves.

Relying on his own instincts, Chen Meng chose the first move. It was a posture called the Moon Salutation. From there, he began matching it with the others, but by six in the evening he had only worked out six moves. The progress was slower than he had expected.

Still, through repeated practice of just those six moves, he discovered that the rate at which his potion was being digested had more than doubled compared to before.

In other words, this method worked. It could help him digest the potion much faster.

“We’re not practicing tonight. I’ll give you tutoring in your academic subjects.”

“Oh, all right.”

After thinking it over, Chen Meng felt that if he wanted to become the top scholar, his classroom studies could not be neglected.

...

Three days passed like this, and Chen Meng finally figured out a set of extreme yoga movements based on changes in the system’s digestion progress. However, the original fifty-nine postures had been simplified down to just nineteen.

Not only that, but the nineteen moves had also drifted somewhat from their original forms. The main reason was that Chen Meng needed to link them together and coordinate them with the breathing method, which forced him to alter certain parts of the movements.

The nineteen moves took him about two minutes to complete once through, but after each round he found that his potion digestion progress could increase by at least 0.001 percent.

That meant that if he practiced one thousand times—two thousand minutes in total—his potion digestion progress would rise by one percent, allowing him to break through the bottleneck of potion digestion.

Two thousand minutes was roughly thirty-three hours. In truth, that was not too long at all. For Chen Meng, a week would be enough. And in fact, it would not take that long. After all, he had already digested about 0.3 percent; he only needed another 0.7 percent to get past the bottleneck.

“Junior brother, are you sure this really works?”

Yan Ruoxi was still doubtful. Having her practice this sequence for a full week would be a waste of time unless there was real certainty behind it.

For everyone else who was trying to digest a potion, the same was true. No one would waste time on a set of moves that had not been proven.

“Please trust me,” Chen Meng said solemnly, looking at Yan Ruoxi. “Senior sister, this is the result of our research. It’s like our child. Please give it a little time.”

“All right, I’ll try it.” Yan Ruoxi nodded. Since they had already spent a week researching it, a few more days would not make much difference.

“Should we give this set of moves a name?” Chen Meng suddenly had a flash of inspiration. “Senior sister, you’re the cultured one. What do you think this yoga routine should be called?”

“This is a form of extreme yoga, used for digesting potions. In fact, it could be called...” Yan Ruoxi was just about to answer when Chen Meng spoke first.

“Yes, Extreme Nineteen is a great name. Senior sister truly is cultured. I believe Extreme Nineteen will definitely cause a huge sensation. In the future, these nineteen forms might even become twenty-nine, thirty-nine—who knows, maybe they could even grow into one hundred and eight forms in the end,” Chen Meng said.

Yan Ruoxi stared at him, stunned, momentarily at a loss.

You were the one asking me to name it. You were the one who said the name was mine. Isn’t that a little too shameless?

“Senior sister, if this routine is proven effective, do you think it could be sold for money?” Chen Meng said thoughtfully. This had been on his mind for a long time. In this era, or in any era for that matter, knowledge was power, and knowledge was money. Once this routine was proven useful, there would be no shortage of buyers.

“If it’s definitely useful, then of course people will buy it.” Yan Ruoxi thought for a moment.

“Really?” Chen Meng brightened. “Then does senior sister have any suggestions? I’m planning to sell this routine and make some money.”

“Extreme Nineteen may not necessarily be useful,” Yan Ruoxi said. She felt Chen Meng was being too impatient. “If you really want to sell it, the first thing is to give it a certain reputation. And there must also be many people proving that this routine is actually effective. The price you can sell it for depends on that too.”

“Reputation, and proof that it works?” Chen Meng muttered.

He felt that for most people it probably would work, but where was he supposed to get a reputation from? Running advertisements outside? That was unrealistic.

“When you get into college, you can publish this routine on Boundless. There are people there posting all kinds of methods for digesting potions. Many universities keep an eye on those posts, and quite a few students invent potion-making methods, rune-analysis methods, and so on. Once those methods cause a sensation on Boundless, universities or companies will immediately go buy them,” Yan Ruoxi said after some thought.

“Boundless? Then there’s no need to wait until college.” Chen Meng murmured.

He happened to have Mo Xiaoyi’s account, and could post it using that. He had complete confidence in this routine. Why would he have to worry about finding buyers later?