I am a high-level martial arts master.

Tianjin, Tianmen Martial Arts Hall Training Ground.

As the morning sun pierced the thin mist, the atmosphere on the training ground was electric.

To assess the students' skill level, Tianmen Martial Arts School holds a major competition every month.

In a few days, the Tianjin Grand Competition will be held, and the winner of today's competition will be the disciple selected to participate in the Tianjin Grand Competition.

On the periphery of the crowd, Lu Zhixing stood alone, feeling the surging power within him, his expression excited.

This undeniable power confirms that yesterday's dreamlike experience was not a fabrication.

Nickname: Lu Zhixing

Realm: Mid-stage Ming Jin

Brain development: 6.7% → 7.8%

Blood Qi Value: 3.4 → 13.8

Loans: 10

At this moment, a terrifying power filled his limbs and bones, far exceeding the peak limit of Ming Jin that he had previously known.

After just one night of intensive training, he successfully developed his brain capacity to 1.1% and increased his blood and qi limits by 0.1%.

As his brain development progresses, even if his blood and energy are drained afterward, he can recover to 7-8% of his original level after some dietary supplements. Moreover, if he studies and practices diligently for the next two days and reaches the level of internal strength, losing 10 points of blood and energy will not matter.

Looking down at his hands, they were still fair, but the muscles beneath the skin seemed to contain the energy to burst open like steel at any moment.

With a gentle clench of the fist, the air seemed to burst in the palm, producing a slight "crackling" sound.

This feeling of controlling immense power filled him with excitement, and he almost couldn't help but let out a long roar.

As a disciple of the Transformation Realm, he knew exactly what kind of opportunity he had encountered.

Even his father, who had mastered the Transformation Realm, couldn't magically increase his Qi and Blood Power even with his physical body honed to its limit, but that immortal could turn the rotten into the miraculous.

Perhaps it was the confidence that came from his strength that made him realize that those who had mocked him yesterday seemed afraid to meet his gaze.

Just as he was engrossed in his power, a figure slowly stepped into the martial arts hall.

As the figure stepped into the arena, the entire martial arts hall seemed to be muted, and everyone's eyes automatically turned to him.

The crowd parted automatically, and Yang Guicang, the master of Tianmen Martial Arts School and a master of the Transformation Realm, strode in with a powerful and majestic gait.

He wasn't particularly tall, and his hair was gray, but his steps were as steady as a mountain. His hands were behind his back, and his invisible senses swept across a radius of several hundred feet. Within these several hundred feet, the changes in the qi and blood of everyone in the martial arts school were as clear to him as the lines on his palm.

Who got stronger this month, who didn't work hard enough, and who neglected their cultivation...?

All of this was evident in their qi and blood, and could not be hidden from his seasoned and shrewd eyes.

Although his martial arts are not as comprehensive as Yu Jing's, his specialization in the way of Qi and blood has made him extremely proficient in this area.

As the sensation spread, he thought to himself how useless these younger generations were, lacking even a trace of internal strength, unable to inherit his mantle. He, Yang Guicang, had reached the level of Ming Jin (15) and An Jin (20) before the age of 50, stepping into the threshold of Hua Jin (Transformation Realm) in this Dharma-ending Age, over 150 years ago. If not for the severing of the Heavenly Connection, he could also be considered a prodigy.

If it were tens of thousands of years ago, when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had not yet been exhausted, it would not have been impossible to reach the realm of a terrestrial immortal.

Legend has it that before the separation of heaven and earth, people with his level of cultivation could live for thousands of years.

Those who embrace the elixir will live forever, not to mention those who cultivate even higher realms.

Unfortunately, without the nourishment of spiritual energy, every life-or-death battle leads to a depletion of vital energy and blood, shortening one's lifespan.

Even though the connection between heaven and earth is severed, the theoretical lifespan of a person in the Transcendent Realm is still 300 years.

But how can a martial artist not fight? After years of fighting, he was only 150 years old, but he already showed signs of aging.

Thinking of the West's current strength and advanced technology, Yang Guicang couldn't help but sigh, thinking to himself that the path of martial arts was fraught with difficulties and had no future.

Even if one cultivates to the highest level of internal strength, one is still not as strong as the Eagle Nation's strongman born from the gene enhancement liquid.

Even if one reaches the level of "Bao Dan" (a high-level spiritual cultivation), it is still impossible to withstand the impact of a faster-than-light spaceship.

There was once a master of martial arts who burned his blood and qi to resist the invasion of China by the Allied Forces.

But even with a terrifying physical body, it cannot overcome technology.

Ultimately, it was violently struck by the light-speed star train, causing its flesh and blood to disintegrate.

The news spread, shaking the entire nation.

Since then, the entire Chinese martial arts have been in decline. Physical bodies are no match for technology, so what is the point of cultivating for a hundred years?

not to mention……

Yang Guicang sighed inwardly. He had once experienced the exotic scenery under the guidance of a powerful cultivator.

The terror of the Western spiritual world chilled him to the bone.

Einstein, Heisenberg, Dirac, Planck, Edison, Curie, Rutherford…

Each one of them possessed extraordinary innate abilities, making them unparalleled geniuses whose cultivation was terrifying, thus contributing to the prosperity of the Western cultivation world.

The situation was difficult, and Yang Guicang subconsciously became lost in thought.

When they came to their senses, they found that there was another student in the room who was full of energy.

"Hmm, who has broken through to the extreme of Ming Jin?"

Sensing the man's boiling energy in the arena, Yang Guicang subconsciously looked up, but was startled by the man's identity.

"Lu Zhixing?" Yang Guicang's expression was somewhat blank.

He remembered the boy; his father and he were both at the Transformation Realm and had been friends for many years, so the boy was entrusted to his tutelage.

However, due to his poor talent, he has been unable to enter the Ming Jin realm for several years of cultivation. Just a few days ago, he was still hovering in the early stage of Ming Jin. How could his Qi and blood suddenly become so vigorous?

and……

He sensed the boy's body; his blood and energy were incredibly pure.

Although it cannot be controlled to the point of being as precise as one's own hand, it is by no means the result of any evil magic.

"How is this possible?"

Yang Guicang's sharp eyes were filled with shock, doubt, and a deep scrutiny.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, he didn't speak, but gave Lu Zhixing a deep look, pretending not to notice.

Inside the martial arts school, everything proceeded smoothly, and the draw for the competition quickly came to an end.

Under Yang Guicang's secret arrangement, Lu Zhixing's opponent in the first round was none other than Wang Meng, a disciple at the peak of the mid-stage of Ming Jin!

Looking at the draw results, Wang Meng glanced at Lu Zhixing, who walked onto the stage expressionlessly, and a hint of confidence appeared on his face.

I'm so lucky this time, I ran into the museum's notorious loser, I can have a good thrashing.

"Junior Brother Lu, thank you for your guidance!"

Although Wang Meng looked down on the other party because he was a disciple of the Transformation Realm, he did not speak rudely.

He cracked his knuckles, making a "crackling" sound, already figuring out how to show off his dashing figure.

As soon as the coach spoke, Wang Meng moved!

Instead of engaging in close combat, Wang Meng used the Bagua Step, his body as agile as a swimming fish, and instantly circled around to Lu Zhixing's side and rear. With a cunning and ruthless "Black Tiger Strikes the Heart," his five fingers were like hooks, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, and he stabbed straight into Lu Zhixing's back!

This move was fast and ruthless, with a tricky angle; it could even pierce through steel, demonstrating his peak strength at the mid-stage of the Ming Jin realm!

The audience held their breath, and even Yang Guicang watched intently.

However, Lu Zhixing did not even turn around in the face of this fierce attack!

He simply took a half step back casually, and at the same time, his left arm swung back as if it had no bones, his elbow striking Wang Meng's attacking wrist with perfect precision!

"Bang!"

A muffled thud!

The sinister smile on Wang Meng's face froze instantly, replaced by boundless terror!

He felt as if his hand had struck a wall made of steel!

Wang Meng was struck as if by a heavy blow, and he flew back at an even faster speed than when he charged forward.

He slammed into the pillar at the edge of the ring like a tattered sack, cracking the thick wooden pillar in several places, before sliding softly to the ground and passing out instantly.

Sold out instantly!

None of the trainees present expected this outcome.

Lu Zhixing, in the early stage of Ming Jin, instantly killed Wang Meng, who was in the middle stage, with a single blow.

The entire training ground fell into a deathly silence once again.

At this moment, all the disciples looked at the calm young man standing on the arena, filled with disbelief.

Feeling the gazes of the disciples around him, Lu Zhixing felt a sense of triumph!

Even though he had somewhat anticipated it, Yang Guicang's pupils still constricted sharply at the sight, and his hand on the armrest of his chair clenched unconsciously. In this world devoid of spiritual energy, to raise one's initial Ming Jin level to its peak overnight—only a Transformation Realm cultivator capable of regenerating flesh and blood could achieve such a feat. "Has Zhixing had his own extraordinary encounter and become a chosen one of destiny?" Yang Guicang thought to himself, recalling the stories circulating in the marketplace. Lu Zhixing stood on the arena, feeling the still surging power within him and the countless gazes below. Besides joy, a complex emotion welled up within him.

He knew he had won, won decisively, and washed away the shame of the past.

But this power was ultimately borrowed, with only a three-day interest-free period...

He subconsciously touched his chest, where the portrait of the mysterious white-robed senior was kept close to his body.

This power will disappear in three days.

He must break through to the Dark Force realm before that, or... find a way to earn more Qi and Blood to repay, or even preserve, this power. "Attract new users... Sign in..."

His gaze swept over the shocked disciples below the stage, and a thought quietly took root in his mind.

"Next match..."

The coach in charge of refereeing spoke in a somewhat hoarse voice.

Lu Zhixing took a deep breath, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, and his eyes became firm again.

No matter what the future holds, at least for now, he wants everyone to know that he, Lu Zhixing, is no longer the good-for-nothing that everyone laughs at!

He wanted to use this borrowed power to prove himself in this martial arts competition!

Moreover, he wasn't stupid; he knew he had become so strong so quickly that he couldn't possibly hide it from others.

Perhaps you could use a lucky encounter as an excuse, but this cheat ability simply cannot be hidden.

Lu Zhixing thought of the two who had bowed down before Ye Li back then; now, at least two of them possessed the same power as him. The following matches were a foregone conclusion. Whether their opponents were at the mid-stage or late-stage of Ming Jin, they were all like paper before Lu Zhixing's pure, unreasonable, and terrifying power.

He no longer needs any complicated moves. Simple straight punches, blocks, or even just the gust of wind generated by his forward stride are enough to leave his opponents in a sorry state or even render them unable to fight.

He swept through the enemy lines with unstoppable momentum.

With an indisputable advantage, he directly entered the finals, and then defeated the martial arts school's undisputed number one in just ten moves.

"Lu Zhixing wins! Lu Zhixing is the champion of this competition!"

The coach's voice was powerful as he announced it loudly.

The entire training ground fell silent, then erupted into suppressed gasps and murmurs.

"The champion... is actually Lu Zhixing!"

"He's too strong! Absolutely ridiculously strong! Our senior brother couldn't even last ten moves against him!"

"Is he really Lu Zhixing? Overnight... a complete transformation?"

"The prodigy of internal energy cultivation... truly lives up to his name! It turns out he really was accumulating strength before unleashing it!"

Yang Guicang slowly stood up, looking at the disciple on the arena who was being subjected to the complex gazes of the crowd, his eyes as deep as the sea.

After the competition, Yang Guicang summoned Lu Zhixing alone, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger:

"Zhixing, your power... what's going on?"

Lu Zhixing felt a slight tightening in his heart as he faced the museum owner's sharp gaze.

He certainly couldn't reveal the "False Bourgeoisie's View on the Ultimate Property" or the matter of that mysterious senior; these involved his greatest secret and opportunity. He could only steel himself and, following his prepared explanation, bow slightly and say:

"Reporting to the Master, last night I had a sudden enlightenment, and my Qi and blood circulation suddenly became unobstructed. After accumulating strength, I managed to break through."

"A breakthrough achieved through accumulated experience? Or a lucky break?" Yang Guicang frowned.

That explanation is too far-fetched!

What kind of deep accumulation can lead to a sudden surge from the early stage of Ming Jin to the peak overnight?

"I hope so."

Yang Guicang gave Lu Zhixing a deep look, knowing that Lu was hiding something from him.

But he didn't press the matter further, instead turning to the instructor in charge of the competition and saying:

"Now that he's won first place in the competition, he'll participate in the Tianjin Grand Competition three days later!"

The instructor bowed and accepted the order, saying, "Yes, Master!"

Nodding silently, Yang Guicang left with his hands behind his back, while Lu Zhixing faced a group of students who surrounded him.

"Junior Brother Lu, how did you suddenly become so strong?"

"Yes, Senior Brother Lu, you seemed to have taken a super tonic just now!"

"Do you have any secret tips to share, Junior Brother Lu?"

Looking at his chattering fellow disciples around him, Lu Zhixing hesitated slightly.

We decided to select trustworthy fellow disciples to spread the word and strive to maintain an information advantage in the early stages.

On the other side, under the corridor of the Zheng family mansion.

Zheng Tianyang, the young master of the Zheng family, was blocked by a cold and aloof figure.

The person who came was his younger sister, Zheng Leyao.

She wore a snow-white dress, not made of ordinary silk, but of some rare ice silkworm silk, which shimmered with a cool luster in the morning light, spotless.

Her robes and the ribbons cinching her waist fell naturally as she stood, outlining the budding graceful figure of a young girl, yet exuding an aloofness that kept people at a distance.

Her long, jet-black hair was loosely tied up with a simple white jade hairpin, with a few strands falling beside her cheeks, which further accentuated her fair skin and exquisite features. However, her delicate and unparalleled features were now covered with a layer of frost.

A pair of bright eyes, clear as a deep, cold pool, were now fixed on Zheng Tianyang with undisguised scrutiny and disgust.

She crossed her arms, her posture as upright as a pine tree on a solitary peak, exuding an aloofness untouched by worldly affairs and the pride of a prodigy with hidden strength. "Speak!"

Zheng Leyao spoke, her voice clear yet tinged with coldness:

"What happened to your peak Ming Jin cultivation level? Just a few days ago you were a Ming Jin beginner, a complete waste who couldn't even properly train your bones and muscles. Don't tell me you suddenly became a genius overnight!"

She slightly raised her beautifully shaped chin, revealing her swan-like white neck, and the disdain in her tone was almost tangible: "Have you been practicing some evil technique that shortens your lifespan and depletes your potential?"

Zheng Leyao's tone was disdainful. As a renowned genius in Tianjin, she had entered the Dark Force realm at the young age of 19, so of course she could sense the changes in her brother's blood and qi.

Zheng Tianyang was intimidated by his sister's imposing manner and subconsciously shrank back. However, thinking of his great achievements last night and the abundant power within him, he felt more confident and a smile of excitement spread across his face.

In just one night, he had converted all the servants in the entire mansion into believers of the immortal.

In just one night, he also gained more than fifty points of health points from attracting new users.

"I was just about to tell you! Le Yao, join me in believing in the Heavenly Venerable of Blessing! You're at the Dark Force level, you'll definitely be able to borrow more vital energy! Heavenly Venerable, have mercy, grant me divine power..."

"Celestial Venerable? Borrowing Qi and Blood?"

Le Yao was puzzled, but then he heard Zheng Tianyang's explanation, which made him even more convinced that there was some kind of conspiracy involved.

"Are you crazy to believe in something like this?!"

Zheng Leyao's eyebrows shot up: "Zheng Tianyang, I think you've ruined your brain with all that practicing! Martial arts are all about diligence and focus! Strengthening your muscles and bones, tempering your qi and blood, taking one step at a time—that's the proper way! Your opportunistic, demonic practices are a disgrace to the Zheng family! If becoming stronger were that easy, wouldn't all those years of hard work by those at the Core Formation and罡劲 stages be a joke?"

As she spoke, she grabbed Zheng Tianyang's wrist and said:

"Tell me where that swindler is now, and I'll go and destroy that den of thieves! It'll prevent it from spreading further and harm fewer people." Zheng Tianyang's wrist was in excruciating pain. He was anxious and scared, and wanted to explain.

However, he was powerless to resist under the absolute suppression of his sister's internal energy cultivation.

After a struggle, he was finally dragged to the Relief General Store by Zheng Leyao.

After an incense stick has burned, inside the Worry-Relieving General Store.

Ye Li lightly waved his feather fan, looked at the man and woman in front of him, and chuckled:

"So, this is why you came looking for me?"

Zheng Tianyang knelt down with a thud, trembling with fear:

"Senior, please forgive me! My younger sister is young and ignorant, and has not been able to comprehend your great power. I implore you to use your supreme method to let her personally experience its profound mysteries. She will surely awaken and turn to the righteous path!"

One of the reasons I agreed to come this time was that I wanted my younger sister to experience the greatness of it all.

Ye Li's gaze swept over Zheng Tianyang, he nodded slightly, and gently waved his feather fan:

"This child is teachable."

"snort!"

A clear, cold snort rang out, like an ice bead falling onto a jade plate.

Watching Ye Li and Zheng Tianyang sing in unison, Le Yao was so angry she laughed.

Zheng Leyao stood ramrod straight, like a plum blossom braving the snow, coldly glaring at Ye Li in the rocking chair. Her eyes, as deep as a cold pool, were filled with undisguised contempt and anger.

"Spreading rumors and misleading the public! Playing tricks!"

"You cowardly coward, what kind of sorcery did you cast on my good-for-nothing brother to make him so foolish, trusting you so completely?" "Let me tell you, my Zheng family not only has a Grandmaster of Internal Strength, but also extensive connections throughout the Tianjin martial arts world. You've messed with us; you've kicked a hornet's nest!"

Ye Li said leisurely, "I didn't lie to him. My idea of ​​false capital and final property rights is also a perfectly legitimate one."

Using spiritual energy to increase one's blood and qi is a perfectly reasonable and righteous path.

On the contrary, the methods of tempering created by these people in the spiritless land, which deplete their vital energy and blood, are the real heretical practices.

"Nonsense! They're just spreading rumors and misleading the public!"

Zheng Leyao laughed in fury, her eyes flashing with even colder light. Today, this heroine would vanquish demons and uphold justice.

"I think you haven't been beaten enough, you don't know your place! Today I'll teach you a lesson..."

Just as she was about to step forward to make a move, her gaze inadvertently met Ye Li's deep, star-like eyes.

In an instant, Zheng Leyao felt her mind tremble slightly, and a ripple spread through her heart.

The harsh words that followed stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered for a moment, and a strange sense of confusion washed over him. This feeling was extremely brief, and he quickly regained his senses, only his thoughts had subtly changed:

Ye Li had a faint smile on his lips as he looked at Le Yao, whose eyes had momentarily become misty.

"Since you're convinced this is evil magic, arguing won't help. How about we make a bet?"

"Bet...bet on what?"

Le Yao shook her slightly dizzy head and said in a cold voice.

Although her attitude remained cold, she changed her mind, having originally intended to take direct action. She wanted to see what tricks this swindler could come up with. "Since you believe this is an evil practice, why don't you experience it for yourself and see the effects before making any decisions?"

"Huh? Do you think I'm an idiot? How could I possibly use something like that!"

Le Yao curled her lips in disdain, her white clothes as bright as snow, giving her a chivalrous air.

"If you don't experience it for yourself, how can you verify the authenticity of my method?"

Ye Li smiled slightly and said, "Since that's the case, if you still look down on this method after trying it, how about I smash the signboard of this Worry-Relieving General Store?"

Seeing this, Zheng Tianyang quickly chimed in, "Yes, sister! The Immortal Master is right! Hearing is unreliable, and seeing is not necessarily believing; only personal experience can tell the truth! Just try it; the feeling of cultivation... is indescribable! You will definitely not be disappointed!"

Zheng Tianyang's eyes were full of eagerness and anticipation.

Le Yao glanced at the boy, then at her constantly moving brother beside her, and in a moment of impulsiveness:

"Alright! Let's bet!"

Zheng Leyao bit her lip lightly, letting out a clear, sharp cry, as pure as the first bloom of snow: "I'd like to see what tricks you can pull with your evil magic! If you dare to cheat, don't blame me for being merciless!"

"Heh heh!"

Ye Li smiled meaningfully, took out a pre-prepared portrait from his pocket, and handed it over:

"If you agree, then read out the names on the portrait."

"I'll read it then! Are you afraid of me?"

Le Yao spoke coldly, unfolding the portrait and reading aloud:

"May the Immortal Bring You Fortune and Prosperity!"

"The Heavenly Ruler of Fusheng Capital!"

"May God grant you wealth!"

"May the Heavenly Venerable Bless You with Wealth and Prosperity!"

After pronouncing the four characters and choosing a name.

Le Yao was shocked to see the scene that appeared before her eyes:

Nickname: Le Yao

Realm: Early stage of internal strength

Brain development: 21%

Blood Qi Value: 219

Loans: О

[You have been detected as a martial artist in the early stages of Dark Force. You have 72900 Qi and Blood points available for borrowing, with a maximum interest-free period of 3 days.]

"Is this a Western projection? You used this method to deceive my brother, but do you think you can deceive me?"

Le Yao snorted coldly, "I saw the message, so what are you going to do?"

Ye Li smiled faintly, "Just borrow all 72900 points of Qi and Blood, and you can test it and see if I'm faking it." "Fine, I'll lend it! If it's fake, I'll destroy your shady business!"

Le Yao said coldly, and then secretly instructed the panel to be opened directly, borrowing 72900 points of Qi and Blood at once.

[Application approved!]

You have successfully gained 72900 health points!

The notification sounded that the application was successful, but Le Yao felt nothing. She thought to herself, "They really lied," and scoffed.

"Hmph! I knew it... Ooooooooooo!!!"

Before she could finish speaking, Le Yao felt a surge of energy, like a dragon, erupting through her body.

It's like a parched desert receiving a timely rain; an unprecedented sense of power and satisfaction surges from the body.

This left her speechless, only a distorted gasp escaped her lips.

"This...this feeling, it's so strong...so much energy and blood!!!!"

The 72900 points of Qi and Blood value is more than 300 times that of Le Yao in the early stage of Dark Strength.

The sudden surge in power was so exhilarating that it made his eyes roll back, and his terrifying aura instantly intensified!

An invisible wave of air suddenly spread out from her center, making her snow-white clothes flutter and her hair dance wildly!

Once the suffocating shockwave subsided slightly, Le Yao suddenly came to her senses and looked down at her hands in disbelief.

The flesh and blood that had been forcibly stretched and expanded by her qi and blood made her clearly realize what had just happened.

"How...how is this possible?"

Le Yao stared blankly at her hands, completely forgetting her earlier undignified screams!

This unprecedented sense of power is as if it could blast a hole in the heavens and the earth; it's simply unheard of!

This is not how you practice martial arts!

They should be working hard and strengthening their bodies, how can they improve so easily? This shouldn't be happening!

The girl's worldview seemed to be turned upside down as she watched in shock as her body underwent changes.

"Can you feel it, little girl?"

Ye Li chuckled softly, "If you feel there's a problem, I can withdraw my qi and blood and apologize to you."

"Take...take it back?"

Zheng Leyao almost instinctively squeezed her legs together, as if the terrifying torrent of power would be forcibly drawn out of her body.

The sheer feeling of utter devastation, of falling from the clouds to the dust, was enough to send shivers down her spine just imagining it!

"No...it can't be!! It absolutely cannot be taken back."

An indescribable panic instantly gripped her.

She tried hard to suppress the tremor in her voice and a hint of barely perceptible shame, forcing herself to remain calm, even with a touch of bravado: "Who, who knows if it's true or not? You have three days to borrow money, I'll be merciful and verify it a little more."

"You just wait. If I find out within three days that you've withdrawn your vital energy, making it impossible for me to verify the truth, I'll hold you accountable!"

As she spoke, Le Yao snorted and pushed open the door of the general store, fleeing without even caring about Zheng Tianyang.

Because of the excessive increase in qi and blood, the body becomes unstable and may even break the threshold with a single step.

Silently watching the girl dash away, Ye Li gently shook his feather fan and revealed a slight smile.

He knew he had closed another deal, and the girl was now inescapable; she would inevitably return in the future.

"Single-minded devotion to the Tao seems to have some merit!"

As he said this, he looked at Zheng Tianyang beside him and said:

"Since you introduced your sister here, and she has the cultivation level of Dark Force, I'll just record 100 points of your Qi and Blood value for now."

"Thank you so much, Immortal Master!!!" Zheng Tianyang exclaimed joyfully as he knelt down.

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