Chapter 42: Awakening

After being taken into the Inner Sect by Wang Tieshan, Cheng Feng ran to the Martial Arts Hall every day.

Cheng Feng intended to build the persona of a diligent and hardworking martial arts fanatic.

This was destined to require showing his face at the Martial Arts Hall.

Cheng Feng's Blade Posture was already Proficient, and according to the Martial Arts Hall's subsequent arrangements, he could learn the Basic Blade Technique.

The Martial Arts Hall's Basic Blade Technique was not the common, generic basics like chopping, lifting, slashing, or circling.

Instead, it was a prerequisite blade technique refined from the Thunder Blade Technique, the Stone-Splitting Blade Technique, and the Willow Leaf Blade Technique.

It was equivalent to saying that once one had mastered the prerequisite blade technique, one could quickly get started with the subsequent blade techniques.

It was quite practical.

This was the benefit of having a lineage.

Everything was interlinked, step by step.

It was experience summarized over many years.

Then distributed to each individual.

Regardless of each person's different aptitude, everyone could practice it.

Cheng Feng was not sure about other martial arts halls, but the Tieshan Martial Arts Hall was truly not bad.

With the New Year approaching, some of Wang Tieshan's disciples had gone home early, while others had gone out to attend to matters.

None of them were by his side.

Wang Tieshan, having no one to replace him, had a very enthusiastic desire to cultivate this Tenth Disciple.

But after only a few days, this mindset cooled down.

It was just a Basic Blade Technique.

Shouldn't there be rapid progress?

Cheng Feng watched Wang Tieshan's eyes go from bright to dim.

Cheng Feng's heart trembled.

He wouldn't revoke his status as an Inner Sect Disciple, would he?

Although Wang Tieshan had an explosive temper, at least he didn't directly lose his temper at Cheng Feng; he was just irritable.

Sometimes, Wang Tieshan doubted himself.

Could it be that he had misjudged again?

Watching Cheng Feng, whose practice of the Basic Blade Technique was like shit.

Wang Tieshan felt helpless.

He called Cheng Feng over to ask him how he had practiced before.

Cheng Feng said, "I just practiced casually at home, practicing all the time, but I don't know why it's just mediocre when I'm at the Martial Arts Hall. How about this, Master, I'll ponder it myself at the Martial Arts Hall?"

"Forget it, I'd better watch you practice. Right now, your senior brothers and sisters of the Inner Sect are all busy with their own affairs, and I'm the only one free. I wouldn't be at ease if others were to guide you," said Wang Tieshan.

Hearing Wang Tieshan's words of concern, Cheng Feng couldn't have asked for more.

In the early stages of his Panmian, having someone to guide him would make the speed of forming skills much faster.

Although Cheng Feng's aptitude was average, he had the Panmian!

Amidst Wang Tieshan's stern and exasperated teaching.

Three days before the New Year, Cheng Feng's Panmian finally showed some movement.

Name: Cheng Feng

Lifespan: 16 (62)

Realm: Skin Refining Realm

Talent: More Children More Blessings

Skills: Fishing (Proficient 90/100)

Archery (Entry 2/100)

Basic Blade Technique (Entry 2/100)

Calligraphy (Entry 26/100)

Fortune Point: 0

The inherited Blade Posture had merged into the Basic Blade Technique skill.

Now Cheng Feng could also feel that within the Martial Arts Hall's Basic Blade Technique, there were also the breathing techniques of the Horse Posture and the Blade Posture.

This was the reason for the skill sequence fusion.

Inherited in one continuous line.

It was truly wondrous.

Although he was treated very sternly by Wang Tieshan, Wang Tieshan did indeed have substance.

The old master's experience, techniques, and applications gave Cheng Feng great inspiration.

This was the factor that made the progress of Cheng Feng's Panmian skills so fast.

Practice was to let Cheng Feng remember, understand, and learn for himself.

Then, the moment Cheng Feng truly learned and used it perfectly, the Panmian would record this state and form a skill.

That was why someone was needed to explain it.

Someone was needed to teach it.

This was similar to teaching someone to read and write.

If you don't know, through a large amount of practice and explanation, you are made to understand during the teaching.

You might only have a smattering of knowledge, but you have indeed learned how to write.

This is how it is used.

Cheng Feng felt his conjecture was correct.

After all, he had also walked this path all the way here.

Hindered by his aptitude, even with the Panmian, Cheng Feng knew this was a path that was difficult at first and easy later.

As long as the Panmian formed a skill, Cheng Feng could add points to it until it was maxed out.

It was just that what Cheng Feng needed to pay were his two kidneys.

Any man would wake up laughing.

Yet the reality was not like that.

If there really were eighteen beauties surrounding an Ordinary person, circling them every day, how many times could an Ordinary person do it each day?

When one can be drained dry is what a man should fear most.

In his past life, Cheng Feng had even heard of three women fighting one man in California, USA, indulging in pleasure for seven days or was it half a month?

That man couldn't do it anymore.

Later on, he was permanently unable to do it.

He couldn't even get it up.

Terrifying indeed.

Fortunately, Cheng Feng still practiced Martial Dao.

This is a process of developing one's own potential.

It forms a positive cycle with Cheng Feng's indulgence.

But one still needs to grasp a sense of moderation.

Otherwise, there might truly be a danger of not being able to get it up.

Suppose Cheng Feng couldn't get it up, then the Panmian would also be helpless.

In this dangerous world,

Cheng Feng had thought countless times about what terrible or insidious means he might encounter that would cause him to lose his future.

The answer is one, and there are two methods.

Letting himself indulge without restraint.

Obtaining short-term pleasure.

Losing a long-term future.

This counts as coming out in the open.

The other is insidious means like poisoning.

His own knowledge of the Martial Dao world is truly not high.

If there were some kind of toxin that harmed Cheng Feng's body so he could not perform his duties,

it would be equivalent to cutting off Cheng Feng's path and future.

Restraint relies on Cheng Feng's own judgment and choices.

Toxin methods must rely on Medical Skill.

As the saying goes, medicine and poison are not separated.

Perhaps...

Cheng Feng had a new goal.

Everything is just to seek self-preservation.

Outside the light, the darkness is even greater.

Cheng Feng is currently harmless as a person with small arms and legs.

But Cheng Feng will not stop moving forward.

When Cheng Feng is strong to a certain degree,

unintentionally infringing upon others' interests is inevitable.

Cheng Feng dares not gamble his life and wealth on the sinister nature of humanity.

Taking precautions is the best choice.

Benefiting from the era of information explosion in his past life,

even if it was passive reception of information,

Cheng Feng could still use it to compare with Great Zhou.

Referencing each other.

This is an advantage that belongs to Cheng Feng alone.

He doesn't even need to specially improve his wisdom, nor does he need to improve his strategy.

For some things, he doesn't even need to see the process to know the result.

Cheng Feng thinks a lot, but he also does a lot.

In Great Zhou, there is no such thing as medical books among the common people.

Those are basically family heirlooms of individuals or clans.

Cheng Feng wants to inquire, but he has no opportunity to inquire.

Or rather, he has no manpower.

Cheng Feng encountered another difficult problem.

He needs quite a lot.

But he is only one person, and he has no money.

It is not possible to accomplish much.

In the past, he thought that if one person was full, the whole family would not be hungry; now, he thinks how good it would be to have another group of people to help him.

Sure enough, after broadening his horizons,

when encountering setbacks, his own shortcomings emerged.

Cheng Feng has no great ambitions; he only wants to live well.

Having a wife, children, and a warm bed is also a kind of happiness.

Being of low status and having little influence,

if someone really wanted to target Cheng Feng, it would be quite simple.

Whether it be in terms of martial force or influence.

With three days left until Cheng Feng comes of age,

Cheng Feng had a slight realization.

Great Zhou is different from his previous life.

The laws, regulations, and legal system are sound.

Heavenly eyes and heavenly nets are spread everywhere.

Every person will leave behind traces.

It is hard to escape the net of justice.

Here, there are laws, and there is also Martial Dao.

There is absolute power, and there are also powerful clans.

If Cheng Feng wants to live well,

it will inevitably invite suppression.

Just like if a stranger ran into one's own home, who knows if they are here to—

anyone would beat them to death with sticks.

Without leaving any leeway.

This is human nature.

Who knows if this stranger is here for money or to take a life?

Cheng Feng understood his situation once more.

Right now, he is like wild grass.

Not attracting attention.

A slightly larger tree might invite being chopped down.

This is the way of survival in Great Zhou.

No one believes that Cheng Feng is seeking Medical Skill only for self-preservation.

He encountered various dilemmas even before he could put his ideas into action.

Facing these dilemmas allowed Cheng Feng to grasp the way of survival in Great Zhou.

This is different from his previous life.

It is not that information is advanced and can be found by going online.

Here, the class system is strict.

Thinking is conservative.

Even when a Martial Arts Hall takes on disciples,

it excludes the people at the bottom.

Without money, who would take on a disciple!

Cheng Feng has figured it out.

He has also found his code of conduct in Great Zhou.

Certain concepts from his previous life should also be discarded.

Natural selection.

Survival of the fittest.

If one has a goal but cannot carry it out,

then satisfy the conditions to achieve the goal.

After the New Year, Cheng Feng is about to come of age.

Cheng Feng has also bid some farewells to the past.

From now on, he is

Cheng Feng of Great Zhou.