Becoming a saint begins with the infinite accumulation of destiny.

"Uncle Lin, what exactly is different about the training methods? Why is it so difficult to break through in the training methods?"

Inside the Zhou family compound, in an empty training ground, Zhou Qing and Lin Bao stood facing each other, both dressed in gray, close-fitting short-sleeved suits that revealed their well-defined muscles.

Zhou Qing bowed and respectfully inquired of Lin Bao.

On both sides of the yellow clay ground, torches were hung with iron hooks on the blue brick walls to provide light for the two men.

The flames rose and surged, like leaping sprites, constantly changing shape, swaying left and right, as if they could be extinguished at any moment by a sudden storm.

"I've passed on all my breakthrough experiences to you. I've also ensured a steady supply of meat from the exotic beasts in your household, and I've had someone explain the details to you. You've also read the martial arts manuals left by your father. Those parts should have been explained. Qing'er, do you still not understand?"

Lin Bao was tall and stood with his back to the light, casting a hazy, towering silhouette that was difficult to look directly at.

"Uncle Lin, I will never forget the revenge for my father!"

Zhou Qing interrupted, his voice choked with emotion.

He practiced martial arts every day, earlier than the rooster and later than the dog, never daring to slack off or procrastinate. It was all to avenge the death of his father.

This almost became his obsession; every night, those scenes would always appear in his mind.

The father, whose robes were stained with blood; the mother, whose body was dismembered; and the sister, who hanged herself after being humiliated.

How could he forget everything, burdened with a blood feud!

"Uncle Lin, are you trying to tell me that we should transform our hatred into the driving force for breakthroughs?"

Zhou Qing suddenly looked up, his gaze resolute.

"I understand, Uncle Lin. I will definitely live up to my family's expectations. I will definitely break through the training grounds and avenge my father!"

"..."

Lin Bao stared at Zhou Qing, who was practicing hard again, his face darkening with exasperation.

Was that what he meant?!

What he meant was that if you have such good conditions and still can't break through, you might as well start planning your family early and try to have more children to carry on the family line.

Should I really just say it outright?

Ke watched Zhou Qing's resolute back, his wet back clothes, and his forceful movements.

Lin Bao ultimately couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Qing'er, come here."

Lin Bao sighed, beckoned, and gestured for Zhou Qing to come closer.

"Do you know why there's such a huge difference between 'dirty training' and 'bone forging'?"

"Please enlighten me, Uncle Lin!"

Zhou Qing cupped his hands in greeting.

Lin Bao's figure flickered, as if a gentle breeze had passed by, yet it did not cause the slightest ripple.

With a wave of his hand, a vast and boundless surge of energy and blood erupted, like waves crashing against sand, seemingly endless.

Swish! !

In just a moment, Lin Bao's fist had struck countless times.

The air was instantly struck by the rapid punches, producing a dull thud as if it were overwhelmed, like rolling waves, one after another, without end.

"This is...?!!!"

Zhou Qing's face turned to horror, and he froze as if petrified, staring blankly at the seemingly frozen fist shadow in mid-air.

"The difference between bone strengthening and body conditioning lies in the circulation of qi and blood!"

Lin Bao finished his stance, his breathing slightly rapid, and his skin tinged with a faint reddish hue, a sign of blood rushing to his head.

"Practicing internal cultivation is already an internal practice. It requires combining it with the corresponding imagery and refining the qi and blood to enter the internal organs, placing it in the circulation of qi and blood within the body, in order to achieve success."

"Once mastered, the body's qi and blood will form a self-contained system, almost limitless!"

"So that's how it is! Uncle Lin, what conditions are needed to establish the circulation of Qi and blood? Why can't I break through even after seeing the diagram of the Stone-Splitting Hand technique left by my father?"

Zhou Qing frowned and asked.

The Stone-Splitting Hand technique is a family-inherited martial art of the Zhou family.

When mastered to a high level, a single palm strike can shatter stone tablets and split rocks, making it extremely terrifying!

"Looking at it doesn't mean you understand it. The imagery contains hidden meanings, and you know best how much you've truly grasped. The imagery represents a state of mind and a way of thinking; it's a kind of transformation for a person."

Lin Bao stood with his hands clasped behind his back and said calmly.

"In the army, those who practice martial arts can serve as vanguard generals, and this is the reason why. Their qi and blood circulate in an endless cycle. As long as their consciousness doesn't wander and their bodies can keep up, they can fight without limit."

"This is why martial artists who practice dirty techniques can extend their lifespan by decades, even regain their youth, and become radiant."

"Is that so...?"

Zhou Qing lowered his head in deep thought, silently processing the information.

.......

The inner city is suitable for temporary residence.

As a well-known comprehensive entertainment venue in the inner city, it has long been a gathering place for celebrities and dignitaries.

All those I associate with are either from wealthy families or possess extraordinary talent and ability.

At this moment, Yike is staying in a side room.

Li Huan and Liu Ming were warmly greeting the guests opposite them.

The group toasted each other, each with a beautiful maidservant attending to them, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Li Huan also reacted, rubbing the girl's thigh in his arms, and immediately felt a delicate touch on his hand.

Smelling the faint fragrance of the woman, he was momentarily unable to control himself. He picked up his wine glass and drank it down in one gulp to barely suppress the lustful fire in his heart.

Although he already has a wife, attending such social events and acting eccentrically is not a good choice.

"We are very grateful for Brother Li's suggestion, which allowed us to expand this garden party to such a scale. We hope Brother Li Huan will continue to take care of this place in the future."

Opposite them, a man exuded an air of refined elegance in every gesture. He was dressed in white, wearing a white cap and a gold-rimmed jade tortoise pendant at his waist, looking every bit the noble young master.

It was none other than Wen Lingqu, the second young master of the Wen family, who had not appeared for a long time.

"Not at all, not at all. You're too kind, young master."

Li Huan reciprocated, overjoyed.

For him, the park would continue to expand, and the fees would naturally rise accordingly, which inevitably made him happy.

The two touched each other and then each finished their food.

Wenling put down his wine glass, looked out the window, his face momentarily filled with melancholy, and sighed softly.

"Since you have taken this action, young master, you will surely gather many talented people in the future. Why are you sighing?"

Liu Ming, who was standing to the side, pulled the maid's cleavage out of his arms, savoring the softness and warmth he had just felt, and turned to ask.

"You don't know, this time I was ordered to go to the county town on business. On the way, I encountered countless defeated soldiers of the government army. Corpses were strewn all over the road, refugees were fighting for food, wild dogs were in packs, and vultures were circling in the sky."

"The world is becoming increasingly chaotic. Now that I think about it, only those with unparalleled martial prowess can live in peace."

Wen Fengqu looked worried and shook his head.

"What happened to you, young master, that would give you such an idea?"

Liu Ming kneaded the beauty in his arms until she was panting heavily, and then asked another question.

His face was slightly pale, covered with a thick layer of makeup, and his cheeks were rouged. He had dark circles under his eyes, giving him a frivolous appearance due to excessive indulgence.

As the most outstanding genius in the compound, he was clearly interested in Wenfeng District's praise of individual martial prowess.

"I once heard a children's song in the county town called 'The Fisherman's Ballad,' which tells the story of Li Yu, a general under King Zhou, who single-handedly defeated several generals under King Fu and approached the county town. He was truly unparalleled and deserves to be called a true hero!"

The literary style section praised it.

Especially after this experience, I've seen the real scenery outside.

His thinking has subtly changed, and he has begun to truly focus on seeking out talented martial artists, rather than just talking about it in generalities as before.

"Heroes? Aren't there heroes right here?"

Liu Ming joked with a smile.

"Our eldest brother has immersed himself in bone forging for many years, his qi and blood are incredibly robust, and he has gone to great lengths in the path of bone forging. He is a hero. Young master, you are willing to serve from below, without being bound by convention. You are also a hero."

"As for me, I broke through to the Bone Forging Realm in just a few months, which makes me a genius and a hero."

Liu Ming chuckled.

He is currently enjoying great popularity, with various parties vying to win him over, and he is already a well-known figure among the city's wealthy families.

Coupled with their inherently proud nature, martial artists, with their blood surging, have no need to feign humility.

"Senior Brother Li, tell me, who else in our academy is a hero?"