Human Martial Venerable: Starting from the Synthesis Technique

Xiang Geng smiled and said, "Young Master is so passionate about martial arts. Although I am not as skilled as the Master, I do know a little about it. If you have some free time, you may exchange ideas with me."

The presence of both a medicine tub and a secluded training ground clearly indicates a desire for dedicated cultivation.

Normally, Feng Xiu stays in the mansion to handle affairs, and he rarely sees his family members who have been sent out to work.

As the undisputed next head of the family, I should take this opportunity to make a good impression in advance.

Upon hearing this, Feng Xiu readily agreed.

Then, Xiang Geng nodded and withdrew.

After bowing to Geng and leaving, Feng Xiu moved the round table in the room to the wall, making room for him.

They opened the wooden box and took out a dark, heavy pillar.

The stone pillars are about the thickness of a teacup and about six fingers long, and were usually used by镖队人手 to test their grip strength.

Feng Xiu lowered his head, focused his gaze, and secretly activated his Vajra Finger Blade.

On the thick index finger of his right hand, a curved, sharp nail slowly emerged about an inch, its color like black jade, with a cold, metallic sheen flowing around its edges.

Immediately, a curved, sharp nail slowly emerged from the thick index finger of his right hand.

Reach out, gently press your hand against the smooth stone pillar, and slowly make a stroke!

"Tch~"

Instantly, Feng Xiu felt a resistance between his index fingers and applied a little more force.

"Crack!"

Fine stone chips flew out with a sound, and the pillar was forcibly cut open with a deep groove, then split in two and fell to the ground.

"The Vajra Finger Blade is truly extraordinary."

Feng Xiu smiled, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and sighed.

In some ways, the sense of accomplishment at this moment far surpasses any previous training session.

Because Feng Xiu finally fulfilled his initial shock at seeing Zhou Gang cut open the stone table, and the longing in his heart.

"Although it was a clever trick, it was still quite a pleasant surprise."

Feng Xiu picked up the broken stone from the ground, then held it and compared it carefully with the half in his hand.

Even though the stone pillar had a rough cut, he liked it more and more as he looked at it, and played with it for a while.

"Oh, right, let's try armor-piercing bullets too."

After a short while, Feng Xiu muttered to himself again, a sense of anticipation welling up in his heart.

Then, he placed one of the larger pillar stones on the wooden windowsill, took a few steps back, and stood on the edge of the bed.

Extend your right arm horizontally, turn your palm down, and hook your thumb under the base of your middle fingernail.

He took a deep breath, his blood and qi stagnated in his chest, and then a powerful burst of energy erupted from him.

Aim at the windowsill and flick your finger!

bang~

The middle fingernail bullet shot out instantly, its sharp, short sound cutting through the air. With a whoosh, the pillar jumped violently.

With a thud, it rolled to the ground.

Feng Xiu stepped forward to examine it and saw that the middle fingernail bullet was deeply embedded in the stone, almost completely piercing through it.

Moreover, what shocked Feng Xiu even more was that the violent force carried by the armor-piercing bullet passed directly through the stone.

Spiderweb-like cracks were punched into the wooden window sill behind.

"Within ten steps, the finger force is concentrated and does not disperse; even after piercing a stone, there is still residual force. In terms of destructive power alone, it is sufficient."

"It can be used as a trump card when necessary."

"This is just a normal wrist-strength ricochet. If I advance to the Blood Burning level..."

A surge of excitement welled up in Feng Xiu's heart. "After the Qi and blood are condensed, the power will probably increase several times over!"

Burning blood to generate power, endlessly regenerating, martial power is a high-level power resulting from the qualitative transformation of blood and qi.

Feng Xiu had heard Han Che and the others mention that the Blood Burning stage was considered a watershed moment that distinguished martial arts masters.

To reach the state of "Burning Blood," one must first have sufficient Qi and blood, but most martial artists will never reach this level in their entire lives.

If you calculate it carefully, Feng Xiuguang has conservatively spent more than 10,000 taels of silver on military supplies.

Within Yunzhou, one tael of silver already had considerable purchasing power. Even a sparring partner like Han Che, who was knowledgeable and didn't hold back, only received two taels of silver per month.

Ten thousand taels of silver is something an ordinary person might not be able to save up even in ten lifetimes.

This doesn't even include the guidance of renowned teachers, professional sparring partners, advanced techniques, and the ability to cultivate without distractions.

After a moment of thought, Feng Xiu picked up the pillar again, tapped it on the table, took out the armor bullet, and examined it in his palm for a while.

After the armored bullet left the body, its color appeared much duller, but it still felt hard and cold to the touch.

Immediately, with a thought, he tried to sense it again with his blood and qi, but he did not feel the original connection between his flesh and blood.

"Looks like I was overthinking it. If you could control your nails, that would be way too domineering, wouldn't it?"

Feng Xiu was taken aback, then shook his head.

Even so, this means that in subsequent actual combat, there is an additional covert short-range killing method.

In close combat, they can also create an offensive and defensive system that suits them based on their hard palms.

"Hmm, as for the regeneration speed..."

Feng Xiu pondered for a moment, then extended his right hand again.

As the Qi and blood circulated, I deliberately forced out another piece of my middle fingernail and began to observe it carefully.

After about half a cup of tea's time, new nails slowly grow out from the nail bed, initially soft and transparent.

However, as blood and qi are infused, it gradually hardens and deepens until it returns to its original state.

"Regeneration is not slow, but the consumption is also great." Feng Xiu sensed the blood and qi in his body.

The recovery of a single nail consumes almost half of one's vital energy and blood.

"If I use all ten fingers at once, I'm afraid I'll be completely exhausted after just one battle; I'll still have to burn blood."

After calming down, Feng Xiu stopped himself from taking the Blood-Returning Pill right now.

The sky was getting dark.

Xiang Geng sent someone to deliver a medicine bucket and hot water. Feng Xiu then took out the prepared medicinal herbs from the box and put them into the bucket, then took off his clothes and soaked in the water.

Feng Xiu leaned against the barrel wall, his eyes slightly closed, as the scalding medicinal power seeped into his pores, absorbing rapidly along with the blood and qi circulation within his body, much like breathing.

With a thought, he brought up the light screen panel again.

【Life: 17】

【Spirit: 7】

【Strength: 12】

[Agility: 7]

[Technique Record: None]

[Synthesis: Not yet at the pinnacle (unavailable)]

【Ultimate Skill: Vajra Finger Blade】

The original few lines of small annotations disappeared. Without the cultivation method, Feng Xiu clicked his tongue, feeling a sense of emptiness in his heart.

Then, his gaze shifted slightly and looked at the "Life" section.

"Life strength includes vital energy and blood, but it's not all of it; there's also defense and regeneration speed."

I already experienced this when I tested the Vajra Finger Blade earlier.

"Cultivation techniques can increase life force and blood circulation. Therefore, only other health preservation methods, such as Qigong, can achieve this."

Feng Xiu muttered to himself.

"First, use martial arts to make up for your overall qualities and correct your overall attributes."

Long before Feng Xiu had elevated all three of his martial arts techniques to the highest level, he had mentioned to Zheng Bo the matter of finding martial arts classics.

But there's still no news, given Zheng Bo's experienced and capable nature.

Feng Xiu suspected that he had misunderstood him.

Ordinary, mass-produced goods definitely won't do; I'm thinking of making something beautiful and fancy.

"Uncle Zheng, I'm looking for something common and reliable, like the Golden Bell Cover or Iron Shirt."

The Feng family is not a martial arts family, so there is naturally no such thing as a martial arts storage pavilion or armory in their mansion.

He doesn't discriminate as long as it's not the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique; he accepts all comers.

The next day, it was dawn.

Feng Xiu sat up in bed, without the slightest thought of staying in bed.

After a month of training, my body has gotten used to waking up early, and I feel uncomfortable if I try to sleep in.

Pushing open the door, a cool morning breeze rushed in, carrying the unique scent of grass and trees of the countryside. Feng Xiu took a deep breath and felt as if his lungs had been cleansed.

The courtyard was quiet, with only the occasional crowing of a rooster in the distance.

As dawn broke and the eastern sky turned a pale white, a few rays of light peeked through the gaps in the clouds and fell upon the simple mud-brick houses.

He walked to an open area in the courtyard, stretched his limbs, and then assumed the starting stance of the Eight Vajra Kung Fu.

After completing the exercise, slowly come to a stop.

Feng Xiu exhaled a long breath of turbid air, his breath like an arrow, condensing into a brief white streak in the cold air.

The intention and breath that move throughout the body are like a clear, cool spring flowing through the meridians.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Xiu brought up the control panel.

Feng Xiu brought up the panel, and unsurprisingly, there was no response on the cultivation manual.

He sighed inwardly. After the three techniques were combined, he could no longer rely on this to boost his attributes.

If he could still advance the progress, he would dare to go to Tangku to slay the dragon right now.

At this moment, footsteps and voices gradually rose in the grain yard.

The guards got up one after another, picked up buckets to draw water from the well in the courtyard, and some of them pulled up their trousers and went to the outhouse.

Smoke billowed from the chimney of the west kitchen, mingling with the aroma of porridge carried on the morning breeze.

Before long, Xiang Geng came over carrying a wooden tray with a bowl of rice porridge, two steamed buns made from mixed grains, and a dish of pickled vegetables on it.

"Young Master, please have some breakfast first. It's a rural place, so the food is quite simple. Please make do with what you have."

Xiang Geng placed the tray on the stone table in the courtyard.

Feng Xiu waved his hand but didn't say anything.

After picking up his chopsticks, he took a bite of pickled vegetables, frowned slightly, but still swallowed it and drank a bowl of thin porridge.

After quickly finishing his porridge, Feng Xiu stood up, took out a piece of dark yellow scutellaria from his waist pouch, and chewed it.

He also handed one to Xiang Geng.

"Let's go, take me to see the culvert."

Xiang Geng was taken aback, but after taking it, he nodded slightly.

Immediately, they began to gather people. After a group of more than twenty people lined up, they headed towards the underground canal while the sun was still not scorching.

After leaving the grain depot, Xiang Geng, accompanied by Feng Xiu, did not take the main road in the village, but instead turned northwest.

Walking along a dirt embankment half-covered by weeds, you see a field of newly sprouted green wheat on both sides.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the fields gradually thinned out, and a rocky beach took its place.

Scattered on the ground were pebbles worn smooth by the water, and a wide, long-dried riverbed stretched out before us.

On the opposite bank of the river, the mountains rise abruptly, with dark green vines climbing the gray-brown rock walls, next to which is a verdant bamboo forest.

The bamboo grew tall and dense, and the forest was dimly lit, with only a few rays of sunlight filtering through the bamboo leaves.

"This bamboo grove is quite old," Xiang Geng said, pointing to the surroundings. "According to the village elders, this grove was already here when their grandfathers were around."

Feng Xiu looked around and saw that there were still some clearings of varying sizes in the bamboo forest, which had been cleared by villagers.

It certainly looks like a good place to practice martial arts.

After Feng Xiu noted the location, he and the others walked through the bamboo forest, where a bright and open space suddenly appeared before them.

A steep mountain wall lay before us, covered with vines and moss, with a dark cave entrance faintly visible.

"Young Master, be careful."

Xiang Geng pushed aside the vines at the entrance of the cave, bent down and crawled inside, gesturing for Feng Xiu to lower his head.

After Feng Xiu entered, the rest of the group filed in.

It was much cooler inside the cave than outside. The cave was surrounded by rocks, with jagged rock walls overhead. The further you went in, the darker it became.

Someone lit a tinderbox for Xiang Geng, and others lit several torches to light the way forward.

After a short while, a giant iron gate appeared in front of them.

The iron gate was huge, almost blocking the entire passage. The gate was rusted, and pieces of the sheet metal on top were peeling up, revealing the dark red rust underneath.

There were dozens of burlap sacks piled up under the sluice gate, bulging with contents.

They built a simple barrier, as tall as an adult, to block the already narrow gap below the iron gate.

Below the sack, water had accumulated in the path that had been washed away by the undercurrent, converging in a depression to the left front to form a pool about five zhang in size.

Seeing Feng Xiu's gaze shift slightly, Xiang Geng sent someone to the pool to light torches and shine them down.

"Young Master, look."

The water was a deep, dark green, its depths obscured, and the stone walls along the edge of the pool were covered with dark green moss.

Feng Xiu stepped forward, squatted down, and reached out to feel the water temperature; it was very cold.

Before the chill could penetrate, it was dispelled by the sensation of blood and energy within myself.