Chapter 66: Beginning

Taking his pair of blades.

Cheng Feng felt even more steady in his heart.

Even Liu Tiechui, that old blacksmith, said the material of those broken blades was good; how could the quality of the double-edged blades reforged in the furnace possibly decline?

They could sever a hair blown against them and slice through iron like mud.

These two things had already been tested.

They were easy to use, nothing more to say.

Cheng Feng looked at his beloved blades and gave them names: the bright silver blade was called the Silver Feather Blade, and the black one was called the Dark Night Blade.

Cheng Feng's own Basic Blade Technique was Proficient.

He wielded the two blades as if they were extensions of his own arms, without any feeling of stiffness.

Holding the blades in his hands, a fierce aura arose naturally.

He always wanted to take something and hack at it.

He let go of that strange feeling.

He walked slowly back home.

Looking at the warm scene of the women in his home.

Cheng Feng set up tea under a tree and relaxed.

Now he just needed to recuperate and slow down, letting his body adapt to the strength of this stage.

Cheng Feng clenched his fists; hmm, very strong.

Two days passed quickly, and Cheng Feng was still a little bit away from full recovery.

But even so, Cheng Feng felt that compared to the disciples of the same batch, he should not be inferior.

He summoned the Panmian.

Name: Cheng Feng

Lifespan: 17 (80)

Realm: Blood Refining Realm

Talent: More Children More Blessings

Skills: Fishing (Proficient 90/100)

Archery (Entry 12/100)

Basic Blade Technique (Proficient 1/200)

Fortune Point: 0

Looking at the two changes on the Panmian, Cheng Feng was deep in thought.

Practicing martial arts would make his lifespan longer; this was a good thing.

Cheng Feng dared not hope for eternal life and long-lasting vision.

But he also did not wish to die young.

Cheng Feng only hoped to build up his career first.

With the blessing of Fortune Points, Cheng Feng was not very worried about his future.

But the Basic Blade Technique (Proficient 1/200).

The base number for the skill behind it had become larger, which was very uncomfortable.

Could it be that he had to go and refine an iron kidney?

Now he was young and promising, with his career just beginning.

Practicing martial arts had also trained Cheng Feng's originally ordinary appearance and physique to be more handsome and upright.

The only shortcoming was the source of Fortune Points.

A pregnant woman could not provide Fortune Points.

Using contraceptive measures also could not provide Fortune Points.

He could only use the most primitive way to obtain Fortune Points.

But once the frequency was high, the women would inevitably become pregnant.

This created a cycle.

Cheng Feng could only expand the circle one by one.

Expanding his harem group.

It was possible to reach the true three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines.

Saying all that was very early, but in Qingxi County, Cheng Feng needed silver and strength to build a force to protect his family.

He cared more about his family, his women and children, and the Martial Arts Hall competition that was about to arrive.

He studied the changes in the Panmian for a while.

At least the display of the Blood Refining Realm gave Cheng Feng some confidence.

He had not yet fought against an actual Martial Artist.

Cheng Feng liked to strike the weak with strength and break through with force.

With the Panmian, this was the most suitable method for Cheng Feng.

Using the small to gamble on the big was a last resort.

Cheng Feng felt that the Panmian had already pointed out his strengths and weaknesses very clearly.

He was also a person who listened to advice.

He would not act on impulse.

Two days passed quickly in self-cultivation and practicing calligraphy.

Cheng Feng's stability actually made the women in his household feel somewhat unaccustomed.

However, today was the time for the Martial Arts Hall to accept Cheng Feng as a Closed-door Disciple.

Rising early, putting on his brand-new Inner Sect Disciple robes, bringing along his Silver Feather Blade, and pinning up his hair, a dashing young man appeared in the bronze mirror.

After eating the breakfast Chen Min had made, under the gazes of the women, Cheng Feng headed straight for the Martial Arts Hall.

Today was a bright and sunny day with a gentle breeze, and for Tieshan Martial Arts Hall, it was a big day of special significance—the Martial Arts Hall Master Wang Tieshan was about to take in his Closed-door Disciple!

Before the sky was fully bright, the servants in the courtyard had already begun to busy themselves.

They held brooms and diligently swept every inch of the ground, not letting a single speck of dust or debris remain.

At the same time, a faint fragrance permeated the main hall; it turned out that someone had already placed the portrait of the founding master on the table and lit a stick of incense to show respect.

As time passed, the sun gradually rose, and more and more people arrived at Tieshan Martial Arts Hall.

Among these people, some were disciples of the hall, looking spirited and energetic in their uniform training outfits.

There were also Martial Artists who had rushed over from other places, or parents who had brought their children to take the entrance test.

The Martial Arts Hall was never short of people who yearned for power.

It only lacked the key to open the door to power.

As time approached noon, the sunlight grew increasingly scorching, and the entire Qingxi County became exceptionally lively.

At this very moment, the three great families and four great gangs, all renowned in the city, had each sent representatives to observe this grand event.

Besides them, the other five Martial Arts Halls were also all in attendance—Yingyue Martial Arts Hall, Black Tiger Martial Arts Hall, Red Snake Martial Arts Hall, Hongshi Martial Arts Hall, and Wuying Martial Arts Hall; not one was absent.

Each of these factions led six or seven disciples to participate in this grand gathering, and for a time, the scene was spectacular and filled with the clamor of voices.

However, among the many Martial Artists, the most eye-catching were the group of female disciples from Yingyue Martial Arts Hall.

Each of them had a graceful figure and a beautiful face, as delicate and charming as blooming flowers, making people unable to help but look their way. Especially those few women standing in the front row were peerless in their elegance and as beautiful as an Immortal, attracting countless gazes.

It wasn't that Cheng Feng had never seen beauties before, but among these, two women were truly stunning, even surpassing Cuier, who was the best-looking and had the best figure in his household.

Perhaps it was because Cuier did not practice martial arts.

She lacked that outward temperament of a Martial Artist.

Cheng Feng swept his gaze in that direction a couple more times; looking at these unfamiliar faces, he wondered how many would make a move during the ceremony to test his foundation.