Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

Chapter 111 Iron Armor

After a brief conversation, Hong Wei had intended to spar with Chen Feng, but Qi Hai summoned him, presumably with other plans in mind.

As the head of the Weapon Hall, Xu Hu already had other matters to attend to, so he also took his leave in haste.

After parting ways with the two, a hint of eager enthusiasm appeared in Chen Feng's eyes. He strode towards the Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness, wanting to retrieve his new waist token, the waist token of the head of the Flying Fish Ferry.

With the waist token, he can go to the warehouse and exchange it with Elder He for the complete "Canglang Manual" without spending any of his own contribution points.

It was indeed the right decision to volunteer before the battle; the gang leader's word saved a huge amount of contribution.

If you were to redeem it yourself, the Grand Hall Master's authority alone would cost 300 contribution points, not to mention redeeming a specific position with real power.

Canglang Gang, in front of the warehouse.

Manager He lay on the rocking chair by the door, swaying leisurely and basking in the sun.

As the warehouse manager, he was quite busy during the period at the beginning of each month when he received his monthly salary, but he was quite idle on the rest of the days.

He has a hobby of lying in a rocking chair, curled up in the sun, and dozing off with his eyes half-closed.

It's winter now, and the sunlight feels slightly warm on the skin, dispelling all the chill and making the muscles and bones feel relaxed and soft, which is especially comfortable.

"Sigh, I'm getting old." Manager He sighed, picked at his only remaining half of his right ear, and a look of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.

At that moment, a clear, bright, and spirited voice rang out.

"Old He."

"Hmm?" Steward He opened his half-closed eyes, recognized the person, and said, "Ahem...it's you."

Manager He coughed twice, then got up from the rocking chair. He was deeply impressed by this Qi Condensation Realm kid who claimed to like collecting cultivation techniques.

Chen Feng cupped his hands and said, "I would like to trouble Elder He to help me exchange for the complete 'Canglang Manual'."

"You sure know how to pick your time, kid. I had just lain down when you came." Manager He said irritably.

Chen Feng: "Thank you for your help."

If you want to spend contribution points, you have to go to Steward He; the other servants in the storeroom are not allowed to touch those things.

Old He slowly walked back to the storeroom counter, then took out a small booklet recording contributions from the shelf behind it, picked up a calligraphy brush, and asked, "Are you sure you want to change the head hall master's authority?"

Chen Feng shook his head and said, "I've been appointed as the head of the Flying Fish Ferry, so I should be able to get the remaining content of the Azure Wave Manual for free, right?"

Steward He glanced at him: "Just talking isn't enough. Do you have a waist tag?"

"Of course," Chen Feng said with a smile.

He then handed over the waist token in his hand. The token was mainly made of silver with some gilding. The front was engraved with the large characters "Canglang" and four wave patterns, while the back was a picture of the river flowing into the sea with a green tassel.

Manager He glanced at it and knew it was the real thing, asking in surprise, "Is it because of today's meeting?"

Chen Feng nodded: "I'm going to Flying Fish Ferry."

"What are you going there for?" Steward He asked.

"Fight the Canal Gang," Chen Feng replied.

Manager He's eyes glazed over for a moment, and after a brief silence, he finally spoke, "What else do you want to exchange?"

Chen Feng flipped through the wooden slips, his gaze finally settling on a circled martial arts manual—"The Iron Armor of the Sea-Stabilizing Technique."

"Elder He, why is this martial art specially marked?" Chen Feng asked.

Manager He glanced at it and explained, "Oh, Iron Armor Kung Fu. It's a martial art that involves external strength training. It's enclosed because it's inconvenient for women to practice. It has nothing to do with you."

Why?

"Because training will build muscle, just like Hong Wei. I forgot to remind you before, but a girl switched to this style and almost lost her power in the end. But this is external martial arts, and losing your power is useless; you have to cut off some flesh."

Chen Feng:

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Thinking about how strong Hong Wei was, like a gorilla, if he were a girl, he would definitely be anxious too.

"Who in our gang has practiced this skill?" Chen Feng asked.

"There are many people, but only a few from Dacheng." Steward He counted on his fingers, "The gang leader, Lu Kui, Xu Hu,..."

Hong Wei...that's about it.

As expected, Xu Hu had also practiced martial arts; Chen Feng still vividly remembered that "bang" punch.

"Huh?" Chen Feng realized something was wrong. "You said the gang leader also practices this skill, but why don't his muscles look as big as Xu Hu's and Hong Wei's? Surely the gang leader can't be weaker than them, right?"

"Hey kid, if you can train to the level of the gang leader, you can control the size of your muscles however you want." Manager He grinned.

Chen Feng exclaimed in surprise, "You can do that too?"

Manager He nodded, then shook his head: "It's difficult. As far as I know, only the gang leader can do it. Hong Wei is still a bit lacking."

Chen Feng recalled the scene of his first sparring session with Hong Wei. When Hong Wei was posing, he could control his muscles to bulge, making him look much bigger.

It's to the point where you can somewhat control muscle size.

"Okay, I'll take this one." Chen Feng made up his mind. With his experience system, he wasn't worried about not being able to perfect his Iron Armor Technique.

If you're not satisfied with the muscular physique after unlocking it, you can change it to look like the leader, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and an upright posture, still exuding power.

Next, Chen Feng selected two more types of pills.

There is a pill called Blood Burst Pill, which can burn blood and boost strength, doubling explosive power in a short time, doubling true qi, blood qi, and strength.

The side effects include severe depletion of essence and blood, skin and muscle strain, and a period of weakness lasting up to half a month.

Chen Feng swapped out two pills, keeping them as his last trump card.

Another type is called Tongqiao Dan, which, as the name suggests, is a pill needed to open the orifices. However, it is also used by Qi Condensation Realm martial artists to warm and nourish the Qi Sea acupoint.

Even if Chen Feng were replaced, no one would doubt that he was about to break through to the Enlightenment Realm.

The cultivation technique plus the elixirs, a total of three hundred contribution points, just right.

Old He picked up his pen and crossed out three hundred contributions after Chen Lang's name in the register, then said, "Wait, I'll get it for you right away."

"Thank you for your trouble, Elder He."

Chen Feng stood quietly in front of the counter, watching as Old He turned and went into the inner room.

Before long, Elder He came out with two copies of the martial arts manual, while in his other hand he was still holding the headmaster's robes, which were wrapped tightly in silk cloth.

After placing the items on the counter, Elder He took out some pills from the medicine cabinet and handed them to Chen Feng.

"Elder He, I didn't exchange it for a Qi Gathering Pill," Chen Feng said, looking at the extra porcelain bottle with a puzzled expression.

"Consider it my support. Kill a few more of those canal gang bastards for me when the time comes." Steward He spat into the spittoon. "I've accumulated quite a bit of merit over the years, so you can keep it."

"Yes, thank you, Professor He."

Chen Feng didn't stand on ceremony and readily accepted it.

After exchanging the items, Chen Feng returned to the West District branch by carriage to finalize the follow-up arrangements. His subordinates were still waiting for his instructions.

"Haha! I'm done writing!"

As soon as Chen Feng stepped into the side hall, Zhang Rong greeted him with a smile and handed him an application document.

Chen Feng immediately poured cold water on her enthusiasm: "You need to write another one."

"Ah! Why?" Zhang Rong's eyes widened.

"Because from today onwards, you will assume the position of acting head of the West District, and as a result, the West District will be without a single deacon."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Rong didn't understand.

The gang members surrounded him, and Ma Song looked even more tense and uneasy.

Chen Feng continued slowly, "The gang needs to draw manpower from various branches, but our situation in the West District is special, so we won't be transferring anyone. If anyone is willing to go, they can talk to me directly."

The gang leader gave him the authority to allocate manpower at will, and he planned to let his subordinates decide for themselves; those who wanted to go could go together, and those who didn't want to go wouldn't be forced.

This kind of power was merely to give him more influence when he went to Flying Fish Ferry. But Chen Feng didn't need it; his own strength was his greatest source of confidence.

Ma Song's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down, and the other gang members also showed joy on their faces.

The West District is stable and offers high incomes, so nobody wants to leave for such a dangerous place.

Chen Feng continued, "I have been promoted to Grand Hall Master and will be going to Feiyu Ferry to take up my post in three days. The West District will be under your management from now on."