The second day of seclusion began with the sound of an iron anvil striking inside Pei Jing’s skull.
CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.
It wasn’t a sound shaking carried through the underground air. It was the internal high-pressure report of his own blood-flow system. The heart, having assimilated the skin-burning fire-salamander bile during the last twenty-four hours, had permanently upgraded its stroke volume. With each systolic contraction, the left ventricle discharged one hundred and forty drops of dense, crimson-gold blood into the climbing main heart artery.
The blood pressure gauge within his body sense matrix read four hundred and twenty tiny fractions of an inch of liquid silver.
A blood pressure crossing two hundred and twenty tiny fractions of an inch of liquid silver represented a total hypertensive crisis, resulting in immediate bloody stroke, heart-artery cutting-open, or bilateral eye calm distance.
In the Blood Condensation and Viscera Refinement chassis of a mortal grandmaster, high blood pressure was not a sick failure. It was the clockwork starting gearwork of Gang Qi (罡气).
For six years, through repeated cycles of Bone Cleansing and Marrow Washing, Pei Jing’s blood walls had been fortified with dense elastic laminae and micro-crystal-clear stone deposits. The tunica media of his neck-artery, subclavian, and main thigh blood vessels didn’t dilate into dangerous aneurysms under the four-tiny surge. Instead, the blood smooth muscle tightened in active counter-tension, acting as a network of high-pressure high-pressure channels that channeled the clockwork energy of the pulse wave with zero deep wear.
