Chapter 30: Lu Zhiyuan's Gift, a Wooden Stick?

By rights, Wang Erhu is already dead, the Wang clan has become a lone household, and pushing her now would incur no scruple.

However, Wang Ergou's death involved the shamans; Wang Erhu and the other government soldiers were also slaughtered by the shamans last night. Moreover, the Second Master of the Yun family died in Maple Forest Town. Fang Xu feels that, for the foreseeable future, Maple Forest Town will be closely watched by the Huangzhou Prefecture.

Carrying the Divine Extension Canon, once exposed, regardless of whether the Yun family believes I have the ability to kill their Second Master, I would likely not escape death.

Better to endure for now; we'll talk after this blows over.

Over a hundred government soldiers were killed; whether it's the Huangzhou Prefecture or the Yun family, they certainly won't let it rest. Maple Forest Town will likely be in turmoil for a while, so I should still be careful.

After washing the blood food clean and putting it in the pot to stew, Fang Xu practiced his fists and feet in the courtyard for a while, then ate all the blood food and got up to go to town.

Having already established a master-disciple relationship with Lu Zhiyuan, routine visits are still necessary.

The blood food shop is overseen by Li Yunshan; Lu Zhiyuan normally doesn't go there. Fang Xu went straight to the Hall of Lu Zhiyuan, and upon entering saw Lu Qingluo in red robes practicing her spear on the training field.

Seeing Fang Xu enter, Lu Qingluo thrust her spear forward, the shaft brushing his face as she blocked him and said, "Spar with me."

Gazing at Lu Qingluo's handsome face, Fang Xu gave a faint smile, clasped his hands, and said, "Senior Sister, if you want to hit me, go ahead—I won't resist."

You're joking!

I'm not even a Warrior yet—how could I be her opponent?

Lu Qingluo glanced at him, slightly curled her lip, withdrew her spear, and said, "I don't know why Father chose you."

"Not a trace of blood qi..."

Seeing her put away her spear, Fang Xu slowly rose to his feet without offering an explanation.

"Does the Divine Servant truly acknowledge you as its master?"

Fang Xu shrugged: "I suppose so."

Seeing his indifferent attitude, Lu Qingluo grew anxious, crossed her spear horizontally to block him again, and said, "That's the Divine Servant—you……can you be serious?!"

Fang Xu gave a bitter laugh: "Senior Sister, I'm quite serious—I can't possibly offer my five viscera."

"You!" Lu Qingluo's pretty face stiffened, and she was also at a loss for words.

"Qingluo, don't make trouble." Their commotion eventually alerted Lu Zhiyuan in the inner court; he walked slowly to the training field, sized up Fang Xu, and said, "Master observes that your internal organs are nearly perfected; you should be able to break through to the Warrior realm in these two days, right?"

Fang Xu slightly bowed: "Master's discernment is keen; I am indeed about to perfect my internal organs."

The little lovelies transformed from the Divine Servant Pill, as long as they have sufficient Blood Qi Power, will ceaselessly temper his internal organs day and night, at an efficiency faster than his own cultivation.

In just a few days, it has already refined his internal organs to the point of perfection.

"Excellent." Lu Zhiyuan nodded in satisfaction and then said, "Coincidentally, I was just about to explain the breakthrough to you."

"Please come inside and have a seat."

Guiding Fang Xu to the inner court, Lu Zhiyuan had Lu Qingluo brew him a cup of tea, which again provoked this haughty senior sister to purse her lips repeatedly.

"As I told you before, a martial practitioner is one who opens the secret trove of apertures and draws out the power hidden within for his own use."

"Breaking through to Warrior means opening the first aperture of one's body."

Fang Xu heard this, thoughtfully, and slightly bowed: "Master, the human body's secret trove contains one hundred and eight apertures; which should I open first for my breakthrough?"

Lu Zhiyuan smiled faintly: "The sequence in which martial practitioners open the secret trove is fixed: first the limbs, then the torso, and finally the head."

"When your internal organs have been refined to perfection, you will feel the presence of the apertures within your body, and also sense the solidity of each aperture's wall."

"From this you can determine which aperture you need to open first—one aperture, one realm. When you successfully open ten apertures, you reach the Warrior Ten Levels; with ten apertures, every two apertures can form a divine bridge to merge power, which is the Martial Master's way of cultivation."

"Among martial practitioners, those skilled in body techniques are so because they first opened the leg apertures, matched with a suitable method; those skilled in fist and palm techniques are so because they first opened the hand apertures, matched with a suitable fist and palm method."

"Besides opening the leg apertures, if the first apertures opened are the arm apertures, one basically need not seek special body techniques; swords, spears, halberds, various weapons, and fist and palm methods can all be cultivated."

Having said that, Lu Zhiyuan paused briefly, giving Fang Xu time to digest.

"Do you understand all that I have said?"

Fang Xu nodded: "Thank you, Master, for clearing up my doubts."

Lu Zhiyuan nodded and continued: "As the saying goes, martial practitioners differ in talent; this simply means comprehension and potential."

"It varies from person to person; the power and potential stored in each person's aperture secret trove differ, and although these can be slightly supplemented through later training, a gap remains."

"Moreover, this gap widens over time; in the early major realms of martial practitioners, only by exhausting the aperture power to the utmost can one accumulate enough strength to open the later aperture secret trove."

"Thus, the path after breaking through to Warrior becomes more arduous; one must not rush for quick gains, lest one sever one's own martial way."

Lu Zhiyuan, as a master, is fairly reliable, tirelessly teaching Fang Xu the matters to note in later-stage martial cultivation.

Fang Xu also kept them all firmly in mind.

"Master, I heard the Wu family is preparing to intervene in the blood food business?" Fang Xu suddenly asked.

Lu Zhiyuan gave a faint smile: "The blood food business is highly profitable, so the Wu family naturally isn't willing to miss out, but I already have countermeasures—no need to worry."

Bringing this up, Lu Zhiyuan seemed to recall something and immediately said: "Before you became my disciple, you once proposed a condition to me, saying you wanted to purchase the blood food from the blood food shop at half price."

"Now that we are master and disciple, the blood food from that shop can be freely taken; moreover, I have prepared another gift for you."

Saying this, Lu Zhiyuan rose and walked to the nearby bookshelf, slowly turning that blue-and-white porcelain vase.

Boom—

Boom—

The bookshelf split open a doorway amidst the rumbling; Lu Zhiyuan entered, and moments later emerged holding an ancient wooden box about three feet long.

Placing the box before Fang Xu, Lu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Open it and see."

Fang Xu, curious, lifted the lid of the box and saw a strange stick lying inside.

The stick is about three feet long, dull gray, and at first glance looks like an ordinary piece of wood, carved with some strange patterns.

"Master, what is this?" Fang Xu frowned and asked.

Lu Zhiyuan smiled: "Pick it up and take a look."

Fang Xu gave it no further thought, reached out, gripped the stick, and lifted it.

Huh?!

Upon touching the stick, he couldn't help but let out a sound of astonishment!

The wooden stick before him looked unremarkable, but it was quite heavy; Fang Xu estimated that this thing must weigh at least twenty or thirty catties!

What kind of wood is this!?

「This is the heartwood of an old tree from our clan; it is very hard, so I will give it to you as a weapon. 」

「If you manage to open the leg apertures this time, your master will find a suitable movement technique for you. 」

Hefting the wooden stick, Fang Xu found it quite handy, and immediately bowed his hands in thanks to Lu Zhiyuan: 「Thank you, Master! 」

Lu Zhiyuan smiled and nodded, saying: 「You don't need to come to me these two days; stay at home and cultivate diligently, striving to break through to Warrior as soon as possible. 」

「Go. 」

Fang Xu bowed and left, taking that strange wooden stick with him as he departed from the Hall of Attaining Far.

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