Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

Chapter 140 Five Apertures

Chen Feng applied a little force to his hand.

With a soft thud, the bronze mirror in his hand bent and twisted inward on the spot, its surface wrinkled and uneven, the intact mirror body was deformed by brute force.

With another squeeze, he clenched his fists, and the bronze mirror was pressed into a small bronze ball. The bronze block was like clay in his hands, which he could play with and mold at will.

"Not only has my defense improved, but my strength has also increased by several tens of percent." Chen Feng showed a satisfied expression.

Clang!

He casually tossed the bronze mirror, which was so deformed that its original appearance was unrecognizable, and it flew through the air in an arc before landing precisely in the wastepaper basket.

"If I had to train on my own, it might have taken me several years to get to this level, but I managed to get it all done with just 15,000 hours of experience."

Chen Feng changed into a set of dry, close-fitting clothes, left his study, and went to the courtyard to practice boxing in order to integrate the new power in his body.

A significant improvement in overall bodily function requires an adaptation period, and practicing martial arts can activate the entire body, making it the perfect choice.

Inside the courtyard, the sound of fists whistling and exploding filled the air.

Chen Feng performed one set of techniques after another, including the Five Elements Fist and the Mountain-Opening Palm, which he hadn't used in a long time.

He tried to incorporate the Dinghai Iron Armor Skill into his own combat techniques.

In the following days.

Chen Feng stayed in his small courtyard, getting up early every morning to practice boxing and refining his techniques, transforming his skills into practical combat abilities.

At night, he would not stay in the bedroom but in a quiet room, where he would take the Qi-opening pill to focus on improving his spiritual realm, treating meditation time as rest.

For daily meals, I just use herbal supplements.

He felt as if he had returned to the time when he was in Pingcheng, where he was getting stronger little by little every day and his days were incredibly fulfilling.

The only downside is that if he doesn't go to a branch, the system won't give him the experience of "serving as the head of the branch".

Time flies, and several days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Quiet room.

The incense burner quietly emitted a straight column of smoke, and a rich fragrance slowly diffused throughout the room.

This incense has the effect of calming the mind and spirit.

On the table against the wall of the meditation room were porcelain bottles of various sizes, but all the pills inside had been used up; they were all empty.

child.

Chen Feng sat cross-legged on the futon, his back straight, his robes hanging down neatly.

Long, even breaths escaped from his nose, each inhale and exhale steady and profound.

A subtle, humming sound emanated from Chen Feng's body.

The invisible barrier loosened and shattered in response.

Click.

With a barely perceptible soft sound, a small shackle within Chen Feng's body quietly broke open.

After many days, acupoint was finally opened.

"Phew..." Chen Feng let out a long sigh, slowly opened his eyes, and ended his cultivation.

"Is the cultivation of the Aperture Opening Realm really this difficult? It took several days to break through even one aperture." Chen Feng frowned.

At this moment, apart from the nine most basic acupoints, only five of his internal organs were open.

Moreover, four of these five apertures were naturally broken through by him a few days ago after he added some points to the Thunderclap Kick and spent 15,000 experience points.

These are all acupoints on the legs.

Dinghai Iron Armor Skill is a type of external martial art that does not help with the cultivation of true qi at all. No matter how much you add to it, it will not help the true qi to flow through the acupoints.

Chen Feng glanced up at the empty porcelain bottle on the table, then lowered his head to think: "So many Qi-opening pills only opened one Qi-opening point for me, that's too few."

The cultivation of the Enlightenment Realm only requires breaking through the 108 acupoints in the body step by step. Once all of them are broken through, the Enlightenment Realm is perfected.

He has now reached 5 out of 108.

There is still a long way to go.

Chen Feng focused his mind on his own body, gazing at the newly opened acupoint, and slowly circulated his qi and blood, allowing them to flow through the acupoint.

"The speed of my internal energy circulation has increased a little, and the strength of my skin, muscles, and bones has also increased slightly. Overall, it's alright. We'll have to wait until more acupoints are opened before we can see any significant effects," Chen Feng commented in his mind.

Each time an acupoint is opened in the Enlightenment Realm, one gains a certain degree of enhancement; the more acupoints one has, the more rapid the increase becomes.

Once multiple acupoints are opened later, they will complement each other, with the beneficial effects stacking up layer by layer.

For example, Xie Xuan, whose body had fifty acupoints opened.

His method of trying to fight Chen Feng to the death before he died was to stimulate multiple acupoints at the same time.

After mastering the Thunder Kick technique, Chen Feng also learned this life-or-death skill. However, five acupoints were too few for him to use effectively; he needed at least thirty.

However, the system treats everyone equally, regardless of how many acupoints they have opened, whether it's Xie Xuan with fifty acupoints or Liu Zheng with none.

It's a pity that Chen Feng only gained 1,500 experience points.

"It's not easy," Chen Feng remarked.

"This is just the beginning, and we're already seeing some initial signs. It will only get more and more difficult later on. Oh well, let's take it slow. You can't get fat in one bite."

Chen Feng got up from the futon, straightened his robes, and pushed open the door of the meditation room to walk out.

We've used up all the pills; it's time to go back to the main hall and get back to work.

While being a hands-off manager is certainly easy, Chen Feng felt it was inappropriate to constantly trouble Ge Shan.

Since I'm idle anyway, I might as well handle some tasks and gain some experience.

You can also go for a walk by the river to relax and accumulate proficiency in the Canglang Technique. Although I don't know how many "?" are there, I will eventually fill them up over time.

Chen Feng strode away, heading towards the main hall.

On the streets, a cold wind swept through the alleys. Although it doesn't snow in the south during winter, the dampness from the river in the wind made it even more biting.

A martial artist with abundant qi and blood wouldn't feel anything.

But ordinary people hurrying along the street had already changed into thick cotton-padded jackets, with their hands tucked into their sleeves and their heads tucked under their collars from time to time.

Their cheeks were flushed, and they walked quickly.

This is what makes it feel like winter.

Back in the main hall, dozens of members of the Canglang Gang were busy with their own affairs. Although the headquarters had transferred some people over, the main hall was too spacious, and in comparison, it still seemed desolate and bleak.

When the gang members saw Chen Feng, they all bowed and greeted him.

Chen Feng nodded in response.

He then summoned Ge Shan and, after learning a little about the recent situation, began to handle various affairs of the branch.

Pushing open the door to the main study of the main hall, one finds a pile of documents on the desk, all of which have been processed by Ge Shan and are awaiting his final approval.

Either Ge Shan is undecided, or he's not in a hurry and can take his time.

The former are only a minority, while the latter are the majority.

This is not because Ge Shan is slacking off, but because as the deputy head of the main hall, Ge Shan also has his own work. If everything were dumped on him at once, he wouldn't be able to finish it during working hours.

The Canglang Gang is not a wicked organization, and there is no such thing as an overtime culture in this world.

They naturally spend their free time enjoying themselves.

Chen Feng sat at the table and quickly flipped through the documents, which still bore Ge Shan's annotations.

He followed Ge Shan's progress and continued to look through the pages. After finishing, he took out his seal and stamped it.

Those at the Enlightenment Realm possess eyesight far exceeding that of ordinary people, capable of reading ten lines at a glance. The moment they turn a page, the entire text is reflected in their mind, and they understand it with a single scan.

Time passed slowly.

As Chen Feng looked around, he suddenly stopped. He saw three words: Jishihui (Saving the World Society).

"I remember someone mentioning this organization before, but it seemed to be mostly negative reviews?" Chen Feng thought to himself.