High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 5 The Perfect Hand

Qin Feng watched him leave, collected his thoughts, and stepped towards the open alloy door.

Inside the door is a private training room of about 200 square meters.

Unlike the training grounds in the public areas outside, this place is much less cluttered with equipment, making it feel very spacious. The floor is made of warm wood, and one entire wall is a huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the gray sky and crisscrossing steel pipes of Industrial Zone No. 3.

Sun Chantang sat cross-legged in the very center of the room.

He changed into a loose-fitting black training uniform, which softened the imposing presence of his towering frame and gave him a more masterly air.

"Come in and close the door." His voice was still low and hoarse.

"Yes."

Qin Feng followed his instructions and entered; the alloy door slowly closed behind him.

There was silence in the room.

Sun Chantang opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as lightning, and landed on Qin Feng.

"age."

"Fifteen years old," Qin Feng replied, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Tell me your understanding of martial arts cultivation," Sun Chantang continued, as if conducting a very simple interview.

Without hesitation, Qin Feng shared the knowledge he had learned at school and from books, combined with his own understanding.

"Martial arts cultivation, in essence, is the evolution of one's life level. Through the practice of specific body-tempering methods, one's physical body is tempered and tortured to the limit, causing deep-seated damage. Then, by consuming resources containing a large amount of spiritual energy, such as nutrient solutions and the flesh and blood of exotic beasts, one repairs the physical body. In this process of destruction and reconstruction, the physical body becomes stronger and stronger, and the vitality index naturally increases. However, the vitality index is only an external manifestation. It is the physical body that becomes stronger, and the vitality index shows a higher level, not the other way around."

After he finished speaking, he waited quietly for Sun Chantang's judgment.

For the first time, a look of satisfaction appeared on Sun Chantang's face.

“Not bad. You’re much better than that kid who just threw money around. What you’re talking about is the ‘Refining Method’ among the Three Martial Arts, which is also the foundation of all cultivation.”

He stood up, his towering figure casting a huge shadow.

"But having the method of refining is not enough. Martial arts cultivation requires the integration of three methods: 'refining,' 'killing,' and 'nurturing,' none of which can be omitted."

"The method of refining is what you call the way of body tempering; it is fundamental."

"Killing techniques are combat skills. They are the methods to release the power you have painstakingly cultivated in the most efficient way and convert it into lethality. Imperial military combat techniques and various weapon techniques all belong to killing techniques. These are the core skills that will be systematically taught to you after you enter the martial arts high school."

“Nurturing is the way of nurturing. With the same amount of spiritual energy resources, a person with a skillful nurturing method can absorb 80%, while a person with a poor nurturing method may not even be able to absorb 30%. This determines the efficiency of your cultivation.”

With each sentence Sun Chantang spoke, Qin Feng's eyes lit up a little more.

These theories are far more profound and systematic than what is taught in schools. This is precisely the knowledge he yearns for.

"In addition to that, there is also spiritual cultivation, which is cultivation after the third-level martial artist, and it is not relevant to you for the time being."

"What you need to do now is 'refine' and 'nurture' your techniques. As for killing techniques, we'll talk about that after you get into the martial arts high school." Sun Chantang walked up to Qin Feng, his tall figure bringing a strong sense of oppression.

"Hand out."

Qin Feng did as instructed and extended his right hand.

Sun Chantang stretched out his large, fan-like hand and grasped Qin Feng's wrist.

His fingers were rough and warm, covered with thick calluses, but his movements were surprisingly gentle.

On Qin Feng's arm, starting from the wrist, I moved upwards inch by inch, pressing and touching.

From the arms to the shoulders, then to the neck, spine...

The moment Sun Chantang touched Qin Feng's body, his brows furrowed tightly. As his examination deepened, the frown lines between his brows grew even more pronounced.

"Ok?"

He made a soft nasal sound and stopped moving.

"Kid, your body..."

He released his grip, took a step back, and looked Qin Feng up and down with a strange look in his eyes.

"Your meridians are narrow and congested in many places. Your Qi and blood are weak and unstable, far below the average level for your age... Have you been suffering from this condition since childhood?"

Qin Feng's cheeks felt a little hot.

"Yes. When I was seven years old, I encountered a warp rift and inhaled the poisonous gas of a strange beast."

“I, Sun Chantang, am confident in my judgment of character, but I never expected to be so mistaken today. I accepted 10,000 yuan, but ended up with a sickly person.”

“This time, we’ve suffered a huge loss.” Sun Chantang’s words were direct and made no attempt to hide anything.

Qin Feng stood there, his hands unconsciously clenching, unsure of what to say for a moment.

Seeing his awkwardness, Sun Chantang waved his hand.

"Alright, don't be nervous. Once I, Sun Chantang, have taken the money, there's no reason for me to return it. Since I've taken your money, I have to get things done for you."

"Relax and stand still."

Qin Feng did as instructed, took a deep breath, and tried to relax his body.

Sun Chantang walked behind him and placed his hands on his back and lower back.

"I will use my unique technique, the 'Ten-Complete Hand,' to cleanse your body, clear any blockages, and expel toxins, bringing your body to the optimal initial state for cultivation."

“That kid has a good foundation. I’ll help him review it, and when he goes back to practice, his efficiency will increase by at least 30%.”

"As for you... at most you'll recover to your original state."

Before Sun Chantang could finish speaking, he suddenly exerted force with both hands.

"Hold your breath!"

boom!
A surge of powerful and irresistible energy, like molten iron, violently poured from Sun Chantang's palms into Qin Feng's body!
Qin Feng's body jolted violently, and his face instantly turned bright red.

He felt like a small boat sailing in a stormy sea, which could be torn to pieces at any moment.

Countless streams of scorching air surged and crashed through his body, washing over every fragile meridian and every withered cell.

pain!

Indescribable pain!

It felt as if countless red-hot steel needles were frantically piercing every corner of his body.

But he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a single groan.

He remembered Sun Chantang's instructions and held his breath.

"The bones are quite strong."

Sun Chantang's voice rang in his ears, carrying a hint of approval.

"Hold fast to your original mind and guard your spirit! If you can withstand it, the illness will be cured; if you can't, your meridians will be severed!"

Sun Chantang's hands began to move, press, and pat Qin Feng's back, chest, abdomen, and limbs in a peculiar rhythm.

His movements were sometimes as gentle as spring rain, and sometimes as fierce as thunder.

With each palm strike, a surge of pure qi and blood energy penetrated his body, precisely striking the points within Qin Feng's body that were blocked and atrophied due to toxins.

"puff!"

As the first blockage was cleared, Qin Feng felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a trace of black blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Poof!" "Poof!"

As Sun Chantang's technique intensified, more and more blockages were forcibly broken through.

Black, foul-smelling blood began to seep from Qin Feng's seven orifices.

His body trembled violently as if it were being shaken, and it felt as if countless tiny snakes were writhing beneath his skin.

Just as Qin Feng felt he was about to be burst by this violent force, Sun Chantang's method suddenly changed.

The raging energy of blood and qi instantly became as gentle as water, like trickling streams, beginning to repair the broken and widened meridians and nourish the parched cells.

The sensation of being torn between ice and fire almost made Qin Feng faint.

I don't know how much time passed, it felt like an eternity.

Sun Chantang finally released his grip and stood up, concluding his practice.

"call……"

He exhaled a long breath.

Curing the root cause of Qin Feng's illness was also quite taxing for him.

However, this is because it is a delicate task that requires complete concentration; otherwise, a mistake could damage Qin Feng's foundation.

(End of this chapter)