Chapter 69: Thunderous Blood-Bursting Art

It was very gratifying that Cheng Feng was called over by Wang Tieshan and received praise from his master.

Because his own intentions were perfectly understood, Wang Tieshan knew clearly in his heart,

that for Cheng Feng, Strength Refining and Skin Refining were as easy and effortless as bullying a small child,

but being able to create such a scene was surely for the sake of saving face and securing mutual benefits.

In the eyes of those in the circle, this was undoubtedly an excellent opportunity to increase one's reputation;

while to outsiders, it looked more like both sides showing off their martial strength to each other. Once one possessed fame, business would naturally come knocking;

after possessing sufficient strength, one could effectively protect one's own interests from being infringed upon by others.

Under these mutually reinforcing circumstances, the old martial arts masters also got along very harmoniously.

Those in the circle would not engage in conflict, and those outside the circle found it difficult to enter.

Cheng Feng bowed respectfully to Wang Tieshan and said, "Disciple pays respects to Master!"

"Mm, you have done quite well!" Wang Tieshan responded with a gratified smile.

Cheng Feng stated firmly, "Disciple naturally will not overly value fame; disciple only wishes to focus wholeheartedly on practicing Martial Dao."

"It is very rare for you to possess such a firm Martial Dao heart, it is just a pity that your talent..." Speaking up to here, Wang Tieshan could not help but reveal a trace of helplessness.

Facing Wang Tieshan's words, Cheng Feng could only express helplessness.

Is it possible that his own aptitude is truly not good?

But the slap in the face came too quickly.

Wang Tieshan said with a tone of wishing his disciple would improve, "I generally understand your situation. Aside from the progress in the early stages, I basically don't worry that much. After all, you entered the hall..."

Cheng Feng's type of talent, which suppresses first and rises later, would surely shine brilliantly in the later stages of Martial Dao, but Wang Tieshan worried that Cheng Feng would be trapped in a bottleneck during the early stages of Martial Dao and unable to break through. Even Lao Jiu, Zhang Zhuo, had already been stuck at the Skin Refining Realm for nearly two years, lingering without progress, and even he himself had almost lost confidence.

"Calling you over this time is to tell you that the cultivation method for the Blood Refining Realm has already been given to you. It is best if you stay in the Martial Arts Hall for these few days to focus on your practice. If you encounter any problems or doubts, you can come find me at any time. I do not believe that with your talent, it would actually be so bizarre!" Facing these words from Wang Tieshan, Cheng Feng could only reveal a look of helplessness.

His own aptitude is so poor; if it weren't for the help of Cai'er and the others,

he might still be an old fisherman!

Of course, after meeting the big fish Qiushui, he was at least a wealthy old fisherman.

If he didn't know about Martial Dao,

he might have been a landlord in Liujiacun, waving his sleeves and calling for a large group of maidservants,

or perhaps a Concubine, playing games with himself every day. He wouldn't dare say beauties were as numerous as clouds, but he should at least have wine and meat by the pool, right???

The Cheng Feng of his past life came from a country with developed entertainment.

Playing—wasn't that a delightful thing?

But now, looking at the lifespan that had already increased on the Panmian,

Cheng Feng realized that practicing martial arts could actually increase one's lifespan.

Putting it that way, hadn't he earned a profit?

"If I work a little harder and live to be two hundred, then it's worth it," Cheng Feng spurred himself on.

He began to follow his master's instructions, preparing to practice the Thunderous Blood-Bursting Art well in the Martial Arts Hall.

The matters outside were basically finished, and Wang Tieshan went out himself to say a few words.

This ceremony was then completely over.

Cheng Feng, who had finally calmed down after a series of twists and turns, under the guidance of Wang Tieshan,

walked into the private quiet room behind the wall, preparing to begin practicing the Blood Realm.

For a Martial Artist, quiet meditation is one of their main methods of cultivation.

After entering the secret room, Cheng Feng sat down cross-legged with his hands crossed over his chest. Accompanied by the flow of Blood Qi within his body, his body also began to involuntarily change into various postures: sometimes stretching his arms like an ape embracing the moon; sometimes as fierce and powerful as a tiger pouncing on its prey.

These strange movements were precisely the auxiliary actions necessary for practicing the Thunderous Blood-Bursting Art,

the purpose of which was to help beginners better experience and perceive the path of Blood Qi circulation.

At this very moment, Cheng Feng was staring intently at the Secret Manual before him.

Although this book was not the original version, every move recorded in detail deeply attracted his gaze. As time passed, Cheng Feng gradually immersed himself in the comprehension of these movements and truly felt that his own Blood Qi was undergoing subtle changes.

However, whenever he stopped moving, the Blood Qi that had originally gathered within his body would rapidly dissipate like the tide, disappearing without a trace.

This sudden turn of events made Cheng Feng feel somewhat at a loss—after all, he had not yet fully adapted to this peculiar cultivation method.

The realms of Strength Refining and Skin Refining, which were like laying a foundation, seemed to have left him behind.

He had truly crossed an invisible threshold.

Cheng Feng knew his own affairs best; after having the Panmian, Cheng Feng began to actively use his own talent.

The Strength Refining and Skin Refining realms were basically all hung onto his level by the Panmian.

The battlefield where Cheng Feng truly worked hard had always been on his own bed of soft, fragrant jade.

All the efforts in the early stages were for the sake of recording skills.

Wang Tieshan initially also stared fiercely at the person in front of him, secretly thinking to himself: "It's truly hard to believe! Could this stupid, pig-like fellow really be Cheng Feng?"

He could not figure out how this prodigy, who had once bitterly cultivated to the Blood Refining Realm in a mere six months, could have become so dull.

However, Cheng Feng knew his own aptitude problem very well, but it was hard to explain, so he had to keep his mouth shut and practice diligently.

He understood that Wang Tieshan's oral instruction had an important effect on the improvement of his skills.

He listened patiently to every word from his master, carefully pondered the deep meaning within, and absorbed these precious experiences into his mind one by one.

Not only that, Cheng Feng even took the initiative to request that Wang Tieshan demonstrate it himself.

Facing his disciple's sincere request, although Wang Tieshan was somewhat reluctant, he still agreed.

When he demonstrated, his movements were as smooth as flowing water, fully displaying the demeanor of an expert. Cheng Feng observed every detail with full concentration, fearing he would miss any key point.

In this process, Cheng Feng constantly thought and comprehended, striving to integrate what he had learned.

And seeing Cheng Feng learning so attentively, Wang Tieshan's attitude also gradually changed, and he began to teach this talented disciple with special aptitude even more earnestly.

A full fifteen days have already passed! During this time, every night after returning home, Cheng Feng would spend some intimate time with the woman in his Room Two. During the day, however, he would wholeheartedly listen to the earnest teachings of Wang Tieshan.

In order to practice the Thunderous Blood Explosion Art of the Blood Refining Realm, Cheng Feng could be said to have given his all and studied desperately. Yet, regrettably, although his brain had already understood the mysteries within, his hands had consistently failed to grasp the essentials. No matter what, his own Blood Qi was difficult to circulate throughout his body, which made Wang Tieshan so angry he stomped his feet.

Seeing his master in such a flustered and exasperated state,

Cheng Feng felt a rare heaviness in his heart: "Could it be that I have encountered a bottleneck this time?"

Although there was no solid evidence to support this thought, nor any way to draw a definitive conclusion, the joy originally brought about by the impending breakthrough in Blood Refining was gradually disappearing, and his mood felt as heavy as if it had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

Moreover, this was merely the Blood Refining stage. According to his master, there were even more difficult Bone Refining and Organ Refining realms ahead, and he even had to pursue the higher-level True Qi Realm.

The Martial Dao is long; how difficult it is to seek.

Of course, it was impossible for Wang Tieshan to display Blood Qi to Cheng Feng without limit. One must know that Blood Qi is the foundation of the human body; it continuously nourishes the entire body, and if too much blood is lost, it will trigger shock or even death. Under normal circumstances, people only unleash this power in life-or-death battles.

However, this time, Wang Tieshan made an exception and displayed it during their daily practice, which showed how much he valued and expected from Cheng Feng. It could be seen that Wang Tieshan only launched one strike, yet it already shocked the entire scene.

At that time, the old man stood with his hands behind his back, calm and composed, while his other hand had its palm facing upward; with a slight flip, he let Cheng Feng see the Blood Qi he had condensed in his palm. Then, he slowly brought his fingers together, shaped like a blade, and with an elegant, slow-motion posture, he fiercely swung his hand out.

In an instant, the Blood Qi in Wang Tieshan's hand was like an arrow released from a bow, rushing straight toward the wall in the courtyard with a fierce momentum. With a loud bang, the wall collapsed in response, kicking up a cloud of dust.

At this moment, although Wang Tieshan was advanced in years, after executing this move, only a flash of unusual redness appeared on his face before he immediately returned to calm. It was as if that strike had not caused him much impact, and his profound cultivation was truly astonishing.

Only then did Cheng Feng have a more profound and comprehensive understanding of Blood Refining; if one says that purely practicing strength and skin toughness still remains within the ranks of mortals and possesses weaknesses and flaws,

then once one steps into the realm of Blood Refining, one can completely achieve the feat of one man guarding the pass, ten thousand unable to open it! After all, once one's own strength, speed, and defensive power all reach a certain critical point, the power that erupts is definitely not something an ordinary person can resist.

Not to mention that, unexpectedly, there was such a hidden and powerful killing move as a trump card...

Thinking of this, Cheng Feng felt increasingly fascinated by what kind of astonishing power the blade techniques taught in the Martial Arts Hall contained. If he could also master such a skill, who would still dare to bully him wantonly?

At this very moment, what was gratifying was that the Fortune Points he had accumulated had already reached a full fifteen!

Ever since stepping into the Blood Refining stage, Cheng Feng began to let nature take its course and no longer deliberately pursued the accumulation of Fortune Points.

After all, the most urgent matter at hand was to first practice the Thunderous Blood Explosion Art to the entry level. In this way, his energy naturally did not focus too much on acquiring Fortune Points.

The women in the household could finally breathe a sigh of relief and get some good rest.

At the same time, Wang Tieshan's journey of teaching and resolving doubts would also come to a perfect end at the end of this month. In a few more days, it would be his own elder brother's big day, and he would definitely have to go and celebrate then! Thinking of this, a feeling of joy could not help but well up in Cheng Feng's heart.

He could now be considered to have achieved a little success; he could earn money and practice martial arts. Once he arranged for Lao San and Lao Da,

the Lao Cheng family could be considered to have a promising future overall! There were still two days until Lao Da Cheng Shu's day, so he could still practice a bit more.

As a result, when he went to the Martial Arts Hall the next day to find his master, his master had gone out to visit friends. Cheng Feng looked dejected; he had wanted to listen to his master's teachings a bit more!

Fortunately, before leaving, his master had made some arrangements and designated the senior sister Zhao Wei to guide him. Cheng Feng made up his mind that if he still could not master the entry-level techniques of the Thunderous Blood Explosion Art before returning home, he planned to add all his Fortune Points to his Basic Blade Technique. In this way, perhaps he could see what kind of improvement the skill would have after reaching the Proficient level.

At this moment, the Basic Blade Technique (Proficient 1/200) sat there alone, appearing somewhat lonely, but Cheng Feng would never easily give up this only attack skill of his.

After all, he currently did not have any Fist Technique or palm techniques; only the Basic Blade Technique could be used with ease, and even reach the Proficient level.

In the last two days, news had been spreading through the streets and alleys: the Great Zhou was about to reorganize its army again, preparing for war. Various regions had already begun recruiting soldiers, but this situation had not yet affected Qingxi County.

Despite being in a remote location, far from the Imperial Court, Cheng Feng, as a transmigrator, knew well that he could not rely entirely on others. The Great Zhou possessed numerous civil and military officials, full of talent, while he was merely an insignificant Blood Warrior, unable to shoulder heavy responsibilities. Therefore, all he could do was take good care of himself.

The political situation in the Imperial Court was ever-changing and treacherous, but for a commoner like Cheng Feng, this was simply a fantasy! Cheng Feng did not care about the dark vortex of power struggles! However, speaking of which, the Great Zhou was truly unlucky this time! This was already the second time they had suffered a major loss! The opponent capable of forcing the Great Zhou into such a situation—the Red Lotus Sect—was certainly not a pushover!

As for us common folk, our demands are not high; as long as we can fill our stomachs and live a stable life, we thank the heavens! As for those infighting and schemes in the temples above, they are simply too far away and too unfathomable for us!

It is better to honestly guard one's own little plot of land! Who knows if one day we might be dragged into it and become innocent victims? Therefore, for ordinary people like us, the greatest luck is to stay away from disputes and seek a bit of peace...

Listening to the talk on the street, Cheng Feng had his own calculations.

He silently bought some vegetables and meat to take home; there wasn't much meat and vegetables left in the house.

Recently, Xiao Qing's body had been growing well; it seemed it was also about time.

Cheng Feng was just a small character; all he thought about was his wife, children, and a warm bed. Cai'er was already five months along, and her belly was getting bigger and bigger. Naturally, Cheng Feng loved Cai'er more and more. Cuier and Xiaohua were also growing up; there was only a two-month gap between them.

His first child would meet him in about four months.

It must be said, Cheng Feng was indeed quite happy.