Chapter 45: Golden Qi and Blood

Zhang Gui was quietly probing the terrain in the manor.

After wandering for a while, he happened to meet Zhou Guanshan and Liu Hu, who had finished handing over the slaves and had no duties for the time being, and were also wandering around Wangbei Manor.

So Zhang Gui walked and picked up the topic with Zhou Guanshan, chatting about the mountains.

Until he ate dinner at night, he didn't care whether his duty needed to stay in Wangbei Manor.

He decided to go off work by himself and rode back to Pingyang Town.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to arrange for Zhao Thirty, "I'm going home tonight.

You still go back to where you lived"

Unexpectedly, Zhao Thirty, who had always been very honest, suddenly interrupted him, his voice trembling slightly, and made a request.

"My lord, can you arrange a room in this courtyard for me to live in."

This was a bit abnormal, but Zhang Gui had no mind to manage the abnormality of a slave he had just met for half a day.

However, he never made things difficult for others when he could arrange things, so he nodded:

"Small matter.

You go to the side room next door to find a room with a quilt to sleep.

Just don't forget to cover yourself thickly at night.

If you are not afraid of trouble, burn the heated brick bed, don't catch a cold."

Zhao Thirty was moved to tears, thanking him repeatedly:

"Thank you, my lord, thank you, my lord."

The higher the status, the more they feel that everyone around them is full of kindness, and they don't feel how rare it is for people to be good to them.

But for slaves whose status is as low as the mud, even if they beg earnestly, very few people return kindness to them.

Even if everyone's status is equal, and they can understand each other's hardships, the situation of not being willing to help a small favor that doesn't take any effort is everywhere.

So what was just a convenience for Zhang Gui was a great kindness for Zhao Thirty.

The next day, he went to work for half a day pretending to be serious.

Zhang Bazhen, who was anxious to visit relatives and friends before the new year and was happy, couldn't help but touch his fish-touching heart.

He discussed the division of labor with Zhang Gui, saying that they would communicate with each other if there was an emergency.

So on the third day, early in the morning.

Zhang Gui quietly left the town and hurried to Xuanzhi Mountain.

On the commandery road of Siyang Commandery, those who usually rushed on the road day and night were mostly merchant teams transporting fresh goods.

But now they had become returning travelers.

The small road was inexplicably eerie.

But there were fewer scruples, and he began to exert the Vertical and Horizontal Flying Runner Art, constantly accelerating with the Swift Foot Divine Cluster.

Hunting fierce beasts in the primeval forest for many consecutive days made Zhang Gui have a pioneering understanding of the Divine Cluster abilities he possessed and the cultivation techniques he practiced.

The "Warlord" ability, which originated from the Chiyou bloodline, was also a "Same Divine Ability" like "Explosive Burst."

Although it must be forcibly transformed when exerted, its power source, Golden Qi and Blood, could be driven at any time.

Its preceding Divine Clusters, Hundred Herbs Life Mandate, Burning Metal, and Great Growth, would passively strengthen Zhang Gui's flesh infinitely.

And it was just like a steam engine cast from fragile pig iron, which might explode, while a steam engine cast from high-standard steel could be built as hard as possible, the same principle.

Zhang Gui's flesh was strong, so the original ability "Explosive Burst" from the ancient god Kuafu could be exerted unscrupulously.

And using the evaporated Gang Qi and Golden Qi and Blood to replace the Qi and Blood and Gang Qi of ordinary people.

It was simply like the peerless absolute learning in the martial arts novels he liked most in his previous life, "Dragon-Slaying Evil Heaven Record" and "Various Heavenly Dragons," "Taiyang Divine Art" and "Great Wuxiang Divine Art" combined.

Like Taiyang Divine Art, it meant that although the essence of the power of the evaporated Gang Qi and Golden Qi and Blood was supreme, it lacked the means of explosion at the current stage.

And Vertical and Horizontal Flying Runner Art, Vertical and Horizontal Flowing Fire Fist, Vertical and Horizontal Wind-Se

Although it is not a top-tier technique, it can still exert a bit more of the power of the evaporated Gang Qi and golden Qi-Blood.

And something like the 'Great Formless Divine Art' means that the evaporated Gang Qi and golden Qi-Blood can double the unique characteristics of the technique.

For example, the Zongheng Flying Kick Knight, Zongheng Flowing Fire Fist, Zongheng Wind-Seizing Hand, and Zongheng Finger Crossbow Master all possess the nature of agile movement.

But the Zongheng Flying Kick is a leg technique, and it also has the characteristic of being as fast as a flying bee, leaving the moment it makes contact.

The Zongheng Flowing Fire Fist is named 'Flying Fire', which shows that its explosive power is quite good.

The Zongheng Wind-Seizing Hand, which catches the wind and shadows, emphasizes continuous, long-lasting power.

The Zongheng Finger Crossbow turns the fingers into crossbow bolts; what it requires is a kill in one strike, reaching the ultimate in a single move.

And these unique characteristics will be magnified by the evaporated Gang Qi and golden Qi-Blood, expressing themselves even more vividly.

It is worthy of the title 'Divine Ability', being pure and true, connecting with the heavens and earth to steal their power.

Zhang Gui walked more and more lightly; when he arrived at the foot of the Xuanzhi Mountain range and stepped into the forest, his speed did not diminish in the slightest.

He did not even dodge when he encountered large trees blocking his path.

His flying body would lightly touch a tree trunk, borrow the force, and like a fish swimming in water following the current, he would glide past, sticking to the tree trunk at zero distance.

He felt more and more natural and relaxed; he would leave the moment he touched, and cross the moment he slid, as if it were heaven-sent.

As he moved, the Cong hairs within his body, drawn by his actions, flew and swayed lightly within his flesh and blood.

It seemed as if they were about to form a new Divine Cong, but they always lacked the right timing and could not form complete, fixed Ancient God characters.

Feeling the strange changes in his body, Zhang Gui was eighty percent certain that the cultivation techniques he practiced could also generate Divine Cong.

In other words, if one's ancestors are not capable, an individual can also rely on their own natural talent and hard work to become a capable ancestor for their own future descendants.

And this kind of knowledge might not be precious to those in the upper echelons; even if they knew it, they would just treat it as common knowledge they didn't care about.

But to Zhang Gui, it was extremely precious; it could serve as a forward-looking theory to better guide the direction of his future progress.

The dense forest was deep and dark, with the Mushroom Valley hidden within it.

Zhang Gui landed lightly at the valley entrance.

His nose twitched a few times, and feeling the extremely faint, sweet, and bloody scent of human blood in the air, his brows furrowed slightly.

At this moment, several terrifying figures appeared from a hidden spot in the valley.

Seemingly clumsy but with movements more agile than ordinary people, they arrived before Zhang Gui and prostrated themselves on the ground.

The skin all over their bodies was like rock, and their palms were large enough to completely grasp the head of an adult human.

Their height was comparable to those basketball centers from Zhang Gui's previous life who were over two hundred centimeters tall.

Weighing over five hundred catties, with clearly protruding large mouths and sharp, beast-like teeth, they had completely departed from the mold of humanity.

They were precisely the only armed force of the True Dragon Kingdom at present, composed entirely of Stone Corpse Soldiers.

Among them, the one at the very front was the Gold-Stone Commandant Lao Sang Gui.

"I have said it so many times, do not kowtow, do not kowtow; you can use more civilized methods to show respect.

Why won't you listen?"

Zhang Gui looked at the Stone Corpse Soldiers at his feet and lectured them with dissatisfaction.

"Great Stone Gold Star, we are prostrating ourselves, not kowtowing," Lao Sang Gui argued sincerely.

Zhang Gui had already heard so many ghost stories—such as touching the head to the ground not being a kowtow, or kneeling and pressing one's face to a footprint being just a common etiquette for barbarians to express respect—that his ears had grown calloused and he had no heart to refute them; he did not pursue it further and asked:

"Has there been any cargo coming to the door these past two days?"

"Zaxi Dun's son-in-law brought several swordsmen and archers to Crouching Dragon Valley, saying they wanted to go to the Western Yue Sea to trade and wanted to borrow the valley to rest.

Zaxi Dun then transformed into a Stone Corpse Soldier and killed him."

Lao Sang Gui replied.

(End of chapter)