Chapter 71: Unexpected Harvest... Is It Really Unexpected?

The next moment, a few lines of text slowly floated before Feng Zi's eyes:

【Transformation Realm (Initial Glimpse): 1001/15000】

【Taizu Changquan (Peak Perfection): 4350/5000】

【Hundred Flower Misleading Fist (Entering the Hall): 1453/3000】

【Ten Thousand Li Journey (Peak Perfection): 5000/5000】

【Archery (Peak Perfection): 455/3000】

Upon seeing the first line of text, Feng Zi nearly failed to catch his breath—

Unlike the promotion to the Martial Master realm, after breaking through to the major realm of Transformation Realm, the progress bar had directly increased more than tenfold!

Even though his own strength had risen significantly, in terms of the talent progress bar, it still only belonged to the "Initial Glimpse" realm, not even counting as "Entry."

What made him feel most strange was, what did those two characters " " that had abruptly appeared on the realm progress bar mean?

Judging from the literal meaning, he must have also practiced another way of cultivation, but Feng Zi had no clue about this.

But one thing was certain for the current Feng Zi:

The so-called 【Diligence Can Compensate for Clumsiness】 talent was not some rigid, *deus ex machina* product; the closeness of its connection to his own body might far exceed what he had previously imagined:

To the extent that even changes he himself had not realized could be clearly and intuitively reflected in the talent.

But there were still many mysteries within it, and Feng Zi wisely chose not to delve into the secrets of the talent for the time being.

As for the other information, it was no different from his subjective feelings:

After several days of rushing, the cultivation progress of the movement technique "Ten Thousand Li Journey" had been maxed out, and "Archery" and "Hundred Flower Misleading Fist" had also achieved varying degrees of improvement.

Of course, what surprised Feng Zi the most was that he had successfully broken through to the major realm of Transformation Realm:

The next stop on the journey was Yangquan City, which governed an area of three hundred li—

Relying on his own Transformation Realm cultivation, supplemented by a little caution, it would be enough to ensure the upcoming journey was safe.

After confirming the significant progress his strength had made, Feng Zi then turned his gaze to his surroundings.

"What's the situation?"

Just by glancing around, he subconsciously raised his eyebrows:

Just by making a rough calculation, the corpses lying beside him were no fewer than thirty or forty.

Hearing Feng Zi's doubt, Qinglin subconsciously shrank her head and answered hesitantly:

"I followed Feng Zi's request and urged them to leave, but not only did they not listen, they even said they wanted to kill you, and they were even preparing to make a move..."

"I, I couldn't hold back for a moment, so I dealt a fatal blow."

Regarding this scene, Feng Zi had already anticipated it in his heart, but he just hadn't expected Qinglin to be so decisive.

After observing carefully, he discovered the two people who had been casually thrown to the side, their limbs limp.

The reason Feng Zi hadn't discovered those two in time was because the Qi and Blood Power in their bodies was extremely weak, not even comparable to an ordinary Martial Artist.

He pointed at the two and asked Qinglin casually: "Who are these two? How are they worth you specifically holding back?"

Hearing this, Qinglin was also stunned for a moment—ever since she had stripped those two of their ability to act, her energy had been entirely focused on Feng Zi, and she had long forgotten about them.

After pondering slightly, she answered: "Oh, these two looked like they had some strength, I guessed they might be the leaders, so I kept them alive."

Looking like they had some strength among a group of Martial Artists? Listening to this description, those two should be Martial Masters.

But listening to Qinglin's tone, it seemed it hadn't taken much effort to deal with them?

Hearing this, Feng Zi nodded slightly and said: "Well done. The current Qinglin already knows how to hold back; that is a great improvement."

Although those two looked like they were about to die, Qinglin had strictly followed the rules Feng Zi had taught her, so she still deserved encouragement.

Hearing this praise, Qinglin also excitedly shook her head—like a cat.

At this moment, Feng Zi naturally focused his energy on the two, walking quickly to their front.

After observing roughly, he understood that the young man's situation was already very grim:

The other party's mandible seemed to have been shattered by a single blow, making even breathing difficult; being able to live until now was entirely supported by the Qi and Blood Power in his body.

To be able to beat a Martial Master to such a state with one blow... Feng Zi also felt some unbearable pity in his heart.

He looked at Qinglin behind him and exhorted: "If you want to leave a live captive, you still need to pay attention to the measure of your strikes.

"Look, the other party can't even speak, and living is very difficult; this situation is what happens when you strike too heavily."

Hearing Feng Zi's earnest exhortation, Qinglin immediately restrained her proud expression and answered seriously: "I understand."

Having said that, Feng Zi turned his head and looked at the dying young Martial Master, asking:

"You are in such pain, and I cannot bear it either. If you want a quick end, just nod, and I won't let you suffer."

Listening to these words, a glimmer of gratitude actually flashed in the young Martial Master's eyes, and he slowly nodded.

Seeing this, Feng Zi did not hesitate and immediately reached out his hand, crushing the other party's throat.

Afterwards, he looked at the middle-aged Martial Master to the side and removed the branch from the other party's mouth.

Looking at the Feng Zi before him, feeling the unfathomable Qi and Blood Power in his body that he was deliberately displaying, the middle-aged Martial Master's eyes had long lost their luster, and he only muttered:

"Transformation Realm... So we were all wrong; the true Origin of Qi and Blood had long been obtained by you."

Things having reached this point, the other party naturally understood the cause and effect long ago, and his heart was filled with gloom.

Of course, saying it was an inquiry, Feng Zi actually didn't have any questions in his heart:

Now that he had broken through to the Transformation Realm, this small Yuanping County had no resources worth him plotting for.

And although the order here was unreasonable, it was self-consistent; it was not like Daishan County, which was almost a lawless place, and he did not want to subvert the order here—

Of course, with both Martial Masters having fallen here, he feared Yuanping County would also see a change in the heavens.

But in order not to dampen Qinglin's enthusiasm, Feng Zi still asked a few irrelevant questions:

"It seems you are the head of the Ying family, Ying Xian, so this person beside you should be the young master of the Guang Family, Guang Heng, right?"

Regarding his question, the middle-aged Martial Master did not evade it and answered frankly: "I am indeed Ying Xian, but that person is not Guang Heng."

Wait, not the young master of the Guang Family?!

Hearing this question, Feng Zi subconsciously frowned and hurriedly pressed for an answer:

"Then who exactly is this person? Didn't the young master of the Guang Family also organize men to enter the mountain? If he is not here, then where is he?"

To Feng Zi's questioning, a trace of blood seeped from the corner of Ying Xian's mouth, and he said weakly:

"I only know that this person is a cousin and a body double of Guang Heng; as for that young master of the Guang Family... every Martial Artist in Yuanping County knows that he never shows his true self to others."

Having said this, the middle-aged Martial Master's head slowly drooped, having exhausted his final bit of Qi and Blood Power.

Feng Zi, however, stood where he was, silent for a long time.