Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

Chapter 138 Medicated Bath

"Boss, this is for you." Ge Shan handed the silk bundle to Chen Feng. "I came over to get it as soon as I heard it was being delivered, and I was just about to take it to your yard."

Chen Feng accepted it and thanked him.

At this moment, Ge Shan suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, boss, the blacksmith in town sent someone to deliver your sword this morning. It's in the hall now. Shall I bring it to you later?"

"No need, I'll take it myself. I'm sorry to trouble you during this time." Chen Feng patted Ge Shan's arm.

Ge Shan grinned, beaming with delight.

Chen Feng continued, "Just consider this a preliminary familiarization with the work. Later, I'll apply to the gang to promote you to Grand Hall Master."

This isn't just empty talk; Chen Feng genuinely intends to do so. Ge Shan has helped so much, and Chen Feng won't let him work for nothing.

In fact, Ge Shan had served at Feiyudu for a long time and was very efficient in handling affairs.

The reason he hasn't been promoted is because he's too straightforward and has offended many people in the gang.

However, in Chen Feng's eyes, none of this mattered. After he reached the Enlightenment Realm, his influence within the gang would gradually increase, and after leading the annihilation of the Cao Gang's outposts, his fame would spread far and wide.

They still have the authority to recommend Ge Shan for promotion to Grand Hall Master.

"Yes!" Ge Shan was extremely excited.

The head of the main hall and the deputy head of the main hall are only half a rank apart, but their treatment in various aspects is very different.

Now that his martial arts skills have almost reached their limit, he has no other pursuits. He just wants to stay in the Canglang Gang, guard Feiyu Ferry with his brothers, drink and brag every day, and live a peaceful and carefree life.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two returned to the main hall, where Chen Feng retrieved the reforged sword from the study.

The sword is three feet seven inches long, and the scabbard is made of ebony and wrapped with dark-patterned black silk. The hilt is simple and unadorned, carved with cloud patterns, and feels slightly heavy in the hand.

"Zheng"

A clear but not shrill sword sound rang out, and Chen Feng drew his sword from its sheath.

The sword has completely changed; its originally white blade has become dark and somber because a large amount of black iron has been incorporated into it.

The black iron completely masked the colors of the other materials, and the overall strength of the sword was also greatly improved.

The sword was entirely black, not reflecting any light. Its spine was thick and heavy, and its blade was understated and unassuming. Chen Feng gripped the hilt, and with the tip of his other finger, he rubbed the blade. He pressed slightly on the edge, and a stinging sensation came from his fingertip.

A cut was made in Chen Feng's skin, but before the blood could flow out, the wound healed.

"What a fine sword!" Chen Feng couldn't help but exclaim in praise.

"Boss, Xu Hu, the head of the Weaponry Hall, is also a master forger. Why don't you spend some contribution points to have Xu Hu forge your sword?" Ge Shan asked.

"I'm lacking in contributions," Chen Feng said, glancing discreetly at the silk bundle on the table.

He used all his accumulated contributions to exchange for cultivation pills, and he couldn't bear to use them to forge swords.

Even if they were to spend contribution points to ask Xu Hu for help later, they would most likely choose to have wrist guards or leg guards crafted.

Swordsmanship was merely an embellishment for Chen Feng, a means to conceal his true intentions. The Ink Splash Sword Technique was ultimately not a martial art that required Qi Condensation; his focus should remain on his fist and foot techniques.

Ge Shan scratched his head, somewhat puzzled as to why Chen Feng was lacking in contributions. In his eyes, Chen Feng had made great contributions to the Canglang Gang and should not be lacking in contributions.

"Alright, you go ahead and get busy. I'll be leaving soon. I'll need your help with the affairs of this branch," Chen Feng said.

After Ge Shan left the study.

Chen Feng gripped the sword, slowly regulating his breathing, drawing the true energy from his dantian into his arm, and channeling it into the sword's blade through the meridians in his palm.

The originally dull and lusterless Xuan Tie sword instantly emitted a very faint black light.

After carefully examining the sword, Chen Feng sheathed it.

The color of the black iron was just as black as ink, which matched the ink-splashing sword technique perfectly.

The dark sword aura is similar in color to the sword itself, which may have a surprising effect in battle.

After testing his sword, Chen Feng picked up his package and the Xuan Tie sword, left the study, and departed from the hall.

After learning the Thunder Kick, his normal walking pace became much faster, and he returned to his small courtyard in no time.

Chen Feng pushed open the door and entered the secluded meditation room.

This quiet room was converted from a study. A small incense burner is placed in the center, and the windows around it are tightly sealed, leaving only a few small holes for gas exchange.

On the wall in front, there is a large character "静" (quiet).

There is a futon underneath, and a small table is placed next to it.

Chen Feng placed the silk package on the table, opened it, and took out the contents—a medicine packet, a body-tempering pill, a mind-opening pill, a book, and several manuscripts.

These are all items related to spiritual practice.

The book was the original version of the Dinghai Iron Armor Skill, which Wang Lan had specially sent to him; the manuscript contained Wang Lan's own insights into cultivation.

"The gang leader is righteous," Chen Feng exclaimed.

He then picked up the Body Tempering Pill and the medicine packet, and a faint medicinal fragrance slowly spread throughout the room.

The herbal pack is for medicinal baths, once a day, and this is a one-month supply.

In the early stages of training the Dinghai Iron Armor Kung Fu, one needs to use external force to "forge" the skin, flesh, tendons, and bones, and then nourish them with medicinal baths until the skin all over the body is tempered like refined iron, forming a protective "iron armor".

Actually, Chen Feng has a system, so he doesn't need to go through all this trouble. He just needs to ensure that his Qi and blood are sufficient.

But in order to avoid suspicion, he still managed to exchange the relevant medicine packets.

Chen Feng fell into deep thought, and he suddenly had an urge to brew thirty packets at once.

"I have the Xuan Yuan Gong, so my absorption speed is beyond doubt. I should be able to absorb it into my body before the medicinal effects evaporate. Although thirty packets is a large amount, what if I add some while soaking in the medicinal bath?"

Chen Feng's eyes lit up slightly; it seemed to be a real possibility.

Just do it.

Chen Feng immediately brought over a large tub of medicinal bath and moved it into the quiet room. However, a problem arose: there was no hot water.

Boiling water requires lighting firewood, carrying water into the bathhouse, and pouring it into the bath tub. To boil enough water to dissolve thirty packets of herbs, one has to make countless trips back and forth.

Too much trouble.

Fortunately, Chen Feng was the only one in the courtyard, so he simply carried the bath tub into the fire room and prepared to take a medicinal bath there.

As a transmigrator, Chen Feng's habits from his previous life were almost ingrained in his bones; he disliked having others serve him in his daily life.

Moreover, he had many secrets, so he always lived alone. When he came to Feiyudu and moved into this courtyard, the first thing he did was to dismiss the maids, servants, and even the old woman who cooked for him that the gang had arranged for him.

After moving the wooden bucket into the fire pit, Chen Feng realized another problem: the medicine packet needed enough water and sufficient temperature to dissolve.

Chen Feng can solve the former problem by absorbing the medicine while adding more medicine. After absorbing the medicinal power, the concentration will decrease, and the newly added medicine packet will dissolve.

But the latter—to maintain the same temperature, you need to keep boiling water, pouring water, boiling water, and pouring water.

You can't exactly crawl out to add firewood and boil water while soaking in a medicinal bath, can you?

After a moment of contemplation, he came up with a plan, but—

Chen Feng's expression was strange.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, turned around, and walked out of the fire pit and out of the courtyard.

Not long after.

Chen Feng then carried back a bronze cauldron weighing half a ton and placed it on the ground.

Bang!

A loud bang was heard, and the ground trembled slightly.

"Heh, he's really messed up this time, like a dead end cooking himself in an iron pot," Chen Feng laughed.