Cultivation: Starting from a Fighting Cock

Chapter 125 Fellow Taoist, please stay.

After that, the Zhao family stopped asking about the relationship between Ji Cheng and Zhao Yan.

Master Zhao's idea is that the feelings between men and women should be left to nature, and we old folks shouldn't interfere. Anyway, seeing how harmonious Zhao Yan and Ji Cheng's relationship is now, it's only a matter of time before they get together. When they reach a certain age, they should be anxious to ask their elders to help them arrange their wedding.

Madam Zhao taught Zhao Yan many things, fearing she would suffer losses, and repeatedly warned her not to let Er Gou touch her body before the wedding.

After listening to Madam Zhao's many experiences, Zhao Yan felt that men were really too scary, always trying to find ways to have physical intimacy with women.

After hearing this, she was even traumatized. In the days that followed, she was always on guard whenever she saw Ji Cheng, and was very sensitive to the distance between the two of them.

As it turned out, she was overthinking it. Ji Cheng had no intention of taking advantage of her at all; all he could think about was how to become stronger.

After a while, Zhao Yan lowered her guard against Ji Cheng and became more and more convinced that Ji Cheng was completely different from the scumbags that her aunt had described.

She believed he was a virtuous man.

In the blink of an eye, three months passed.

During this period, Ji Cheng absorbed two more strands of demonic energy from Master Niu, and also sought his advice on many issues related to martial arts.

Currently, after daily medicinal baths to aid his cultivation, Ji Cheng's internal energy and blood are gradually becoming uncontrollable. He has reached the limit of the Qi and Blood Realm and is about to break through to the early stage of Inner Strength.

As for the demonic body, the golden silkworm inside the body works diligently every day and has already condensed more than a hundred feet of golden silkworm silk.

Ji Cheng has also made some progress in sword control. He can currently wield two feather blades, each connected to a golden silkworm thread, with an attack range of about forty feet.

His sword control technique alone is something that ordinary demonic beasts cannot do; he is now more like a cultivator.

And so, another two months passed.

Ji Cheng has been studying martial arts at the Niu Family Martial Arts School for a year now.

He successfully broke through to the early stage of internal strength, and cultivated the Bull Demon Fist to the sixth level, which allowed him to unleash the power of six bulls.

He cultivated two internal energies, Tiger Roar and Bull Demon, which allowed him to transform his internal energy into a protective force, condensing a protective wind on his body surface to defend against attacks from swords and other weapons.

At the same time, Ji Cheng's demonic body also broke through to the mid-stage of the second-tier demonic beast.

He has become increasingly proficient in his "Sword Control Technique," and he is now preparing to have the Golden Silkworm weave him a golden silk robe.

In the past five months, Ji Cheng has accumulated few victories, and there are very few disciples in the Niu Family Martial Arts School who are capable of sparring with him.

"Ergou, you are much stronger than your brother Zhao Qian. You have only been practicing martial arts for a year and have already broken through to the Inner Strength stage. You have also completed a blood transfusion. Your brother Zhao Qian has used up so many medicinal herbs, but he has not been able to reach this level!"

That day, at the Zhao residence, Master Zhao couldn't help but sigh, lamenting that Ji Cheng was not his son.

He didn't know that Ji Cheng actually used countless medicinal herbs, many times more than Zhao Qian.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qian smiled wryly and said, "Father, can you please stop comparing me to Er Gou? Even in Zishui City, there are few martial arts geniuses like Er Gou who can be compared to him."

Zhao Yan suddenly had an idea and suggested, "Big brother, you and Er Gou are both at the early stage of internal energy cultivation, why don't you two have a contest and see who is stronger?"

One had just broken through to the initial stage of internal strength, while the other had been accumulating internal strength for a long time.

Zhao Yan's suggestion was immediately met with applause and approval from everyone, making the courtyard even more lively.

Zhao Qian smiled wryly and declined, "Er Gou is a martial artist who has undergone a blood transfusion. How could I possibly be his match?"

He could sense from Ji Cheng's qi and blood that Ji Cheng's qi and blood were many times stronger than his own. If the two of them fought, it would be strange if Ji Cheng didn't cripple him with one punch.

"Look at you, so pathetic. Why don't you have a fight with him? He wouldn't dare hurt you, would he?"

Master Zhao said irritably, meaning that with your second master backing you up, if this Er Gou dares to hurt you, you'll see if I marry my daughter to him!
"Come on, brother, I'll hold back."

Ji Cheng laughed and said that everyone was in a good mood, so he and Zhao Qian would put on a show to make everyone happy.

At this point, Zhao Qian could no longer refuse. He laughed and jumped to the center of the courtyard, begging Ji Cheng to show mercy.

The two quickly clashed. Zhao Qian's Mountain-Opening Fist was incredibly powerful, each move capable of shattering metal and splitting stone.

His offensive was fierce, his steps were aggressive, and he forced Ji Cheng to retreat repeatedly.

At first glance, Ji Cheng seemed to be at a complete disadvantage, even having almost no ability to defend himself. However, after more than thirty rounds, people gradually realized that the two dogs had been in a defensive posture the whole time and had never taken the initiative to attack.

Every attack Zhao Qian launched was either neutralized or blocked by Ji Cheng.

Although Ji Cheng retreated repeatedly, his steps remained steady, guiding his opponent in circles without ever stepping outside the courtyard.

"The eldest brother used 80% of his strength to attack, but failed to break through Er Gou's defense. Er Gou only used about 20% or 30% of his strength and was still able to handle it with ease."

Zhao Kun shook his head. Although the two were both at the early stage of internal energy cultivation, their strengths were vastly different.

"Kun'er, you can also understand boxing?" Master Zhao looked at Zhao Kun with some surprise.

Zhao Kun claimed that he had also practiced health-preserving boxing and could understand a little bit of it, but he immediately shut up after saying that.

In the courtyard, Zhao Qian gradually felt powerless, realizing that the gap between himself and Ji Cheng was enormous.

"Ergou, show me your full strength!"

Zhao Qian shouted, feeling unwilling to continue the competition. He wanted to see just how much better Er Gou was than him.

"it is good!"

Ji Cheng took a few steps back and suddenly threw a punch.

"Roar!"

This punch was accompanied by the roar of a tiger in the mountains, which startled Big Yellow so much that it jumped up instinctively, its fur standing on end.

In an instant, a strong wind arose, as if a phantom tiger pounced on Zhao Qian along with Ji Cheng's punch. The force of the punch was so strong that the doors and windows of the Zhao residence rattled.

Zhao Qian was stunned. He felt death approaching. Such terrifying fist force would definitely devour him and destroy every inch of his meridians. However, in an instant, the gale stopped, and Ji Cheng's terrifying fist force disappeared completely when it was ten centimeters away from Zhao Qian.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Ji Cheng withdrew his fist and stepped forward to check if Zhao Qian was injured.

He gained another point in the competition, and he was very happy.

"I...I'm fine..."

When Zhao Qian came to his senses, his legs went weak, and he immediately knelt on the ground, as if he had just escaped death.

Ji Cheng quickly helped him up. "Oh dear, we're all brothers, why make such a big gesture?"
"Such immense power, yet you can control it with such ease; I am far inferior to you!"

Zhao Qian sighed deeply. At this moment, he finally realized just how vast the gap in strength between himself and Ji Cheng truly was.

Zhao Kun was also quite surprised. Even though he had completed the blood exchange, how could he unleash such terrifying fist power at the early stage of internal energy? What kind of monster was this kid?

Zhao Yan stepped forward, pretending to be angry, and scolded Ji Cheng, asking him why he had hit his elder brother so hard.
Zhao Qian waved his hand, indicating that he was not injured, but was just almost scared to death.

Master Zhao opened his mouth, but was so shocked that he couldn't utter a word.

This martial arts competition gave the Zhao family a clearer understanding of Ji Cheng's strength, and they all praised him as a martial arts genius.

This incident was quickly over, and Zhao Qian was helped to sit in a chair, panting heavily, looking as if he had just recovered from the shock.

"You kid, it seems there's almost no doubt that you'll be joining the Demon Forging Sect."

Master Zhao glanced at Ji Cheng.

Ji Cheng had previously promised him that once he joined the Demon Forging Sect, he would definitely obtain a magic pill for him, Second Master, to reshape his spine and allow him to stand up again.

Right now, he just wants to ask, does what you said still stand?

Ji Cheng understood and stepped forward with a smile, "Second Master, don't worry, after I join the Demon Forging Sect, I will definitely get you a magic pill. I guarantee it with my integrity!"

"Hey, I'll be waiting then, Er Gou. I'm betting all my happiness for the rest of my life on you!"

Master Zhao's face lit up with joy, and his eyes regained their sparkle.

With Ji Cheng's promise, the gray despair before his eyes was no longer there, and he suddenly felt that there was hope for life again.

Zhao Yan was overjoyed to see the relationship between the father and son gradually improving.

During dinner that evening, she hinted to Ji Cheng to toast her father with two glasses of wine.

Ji Cheng did as he was told. Master Zhao was in a good mood and drank all the wine Ji Cheng offered him. He found Ji Cheng more and more pleasing to the eye.

Ever since Ji Cheng expressed his attitude to Zhao Yan five months ago.

Zhao Yan did not change her mind. Instead, she showed Ji Cheng her determination to be with him. In addition, Cui Sheng and the elders of the Zhao family also strongly supported and facilitated the marriage. Ji Cheng vaguely felt that the marriage was a done deal.

After we finished eating, it was already dark.

As Ji Cheng was about to leave, he suddenly looked up and caught sight of a crow perched on a large poplar tree, staring intently at the Zhao residence like a grim reaper.

His heart skipped a beat, but thankfully he noticed that Zhao Kun had also spotted the crow.

After so long, the blind Taoist's crow has reappeared.

Ji Cheng recalled that, according to Zhao Kun, this crow was the true form of the Blind Taoist, and should have the strength of a third-tier demon beast.

After Crow finished his seclusion, he set his sights on the Zhao family again. Ji Cheng couldn't help but wonder what treasures the Zhao family had that were worth his coveting.

Soon, Ji Cheng bid farewell to the Zhao family without making a sound and returned to the Cui family.

Afterwards, he concealed his form, transformed into a demon, and flew to the vicinity of the Zhao residence. At this moment, he noticed that the crow was flying away into the distance.

After a moment's hesitation, Ji Cheng flapped his wings and gave chase.

He wasn't afraid even if the opponent was a third-tier demon beast. He would test the crow's strength and retreat if things went wrong.

The crow noticed the chicken demon chasing after it, but it paid no attention to it and simply flew away from Wuzhen.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay!"

Ji Cheng sped up to catch up, flying at full speed and using his wind manipulation ability, the crow couldn't shake him off.

The chicken and the crow chased each other for hundreds of miles, long after leaving Wuzhen, racing each other in the night sky, staging a wonderful chase scene.

Because they were flying at full speed, neither side had any space to attack the other. Even a gap in the air where they could shoot out a feather blade would allow the other to create a distance of hundreds of meters.

At this point, both sides were flying at a speed of about 280 meters per second. At this speed, the only way to fight was to catch up and grab the other with their claws and tear it apart.

Ji Cheng vaguely sensed that this crow was not good at fighting, so he pulled off a clever move.

With a sudden flap of its wings, and with its "Wind-blown Chicken" title at its maximum effect, it instantly caught up with the enemy.

The crow realized that the chicken demon was no longer behind it or to its left or right. It suddenly looked up and found that the chicken demon was flying backwards above its head!

The two were only twenty centimeters apart. The chicken demon flipped over and flew backwards at the same speed as the crow, which was like a shadow to it!
Crow, no, to be precise, he should be called Zhao Yang. At this moment, Zhao Yang was extremely shocked. He wondered if this chicken demon had gone mad.
"You beast, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Yang shouted, changed direction, and quickly distanced himself from Ji Cheng. What had just happened was too dangerous.

It turned out that this crow could speak human language. Ji Cheng no longer doubted what Zhao Kun had said. It was just that the crow had a slightly cawing accent, which made Ji Cheng want to laugh for some reason.

"Hahaha, we're both just hairy beasts, so please don't criticize me, fellow Daoist! Don't run away, please stay!"

(End of this chapter)