Human Martial Venerable: Starting from the Synthesis Technique

Chapter 98 Taking the Precious Medicine

"Alas, it's getting late; let's talk about it tomorrow."

Feng Ao clearly didn't agree with Zhou Gang's words, and he waved his hand.

Zhou Gang thought about it and agreed, so he didn't say anything more.

"Uncle Zhou, what do you mean by the fifth rank?" Feng Xiu keenly caught the two key words in his words.

"I heard this from a fellow practitioner I met on the road. Demons are divided into bloodlines and nine grades of energy. The stronger the grade, the stronger the demonic energy. The grades are roughly divided into one to nine," Zhou Gang said.

Feng Xiu pondered deeply.

Speaking of which, he had heard Huanglong Zhenren mention the phrase "monsters in the Black Abyss are judged by their demonic aura."

After listening to Zhou Gang's explanation, I roughly understood some of it.

"What about the transformed demons in those ponds and reservoirs? Do they have any ranks?"

Thinking about it carefully, these strange fish creatures are probably just water-spraying brats and don't really have any demonic aura.

"You overestimate them; they're just a bunch of low-grade Black Abyss monsters."

Back then, after working together to deal with that grizzly bear monster, that nameless master of divine strength got along with him.

He explained a few more words, which Zhou Gang naturally remembered, and he chuckled.

"Even though he's not of high caliber, he's still better than the average person," he sighed.

"Yunzhou is about to descend into chaos."

The revisionists remained silent.

Is it chaotic? Well, it's alright. Being prepared for a rainy day is certainly a good thing.

But it seems we haven't reached that stage yet.

Feng Xiu and Huanglong Zhenren had discussed the Yuan Magnetic Technique extensively during this period, and that was about it.

Feng Xiu greatly admired a Taoist viewpoint proposed by Master Huanglong.

You can deal with bad things, but never think about bad things. What you think about will inevitably come to pass.

These words struck a chord with Feng Xiu.

In practical terms, this means that as long as you are strong enough, you can deal with anything.

Force is the cornerstone for solving any problem!

Never hate someone, it will make your heart ugly.

Of course, let's leave that aside; Feng Xiu isn't that magnanimous.

I've become a martial artist, so who could possibly make me lose my way?

Wouldn't all the suffering in cultivation have been for nothing?

"By the way, Father, before you and Uncle Zhou left, you took a large group of people with you. How come there are only a few of you now?" Feng Xiu asked after a thought flashed through his mind.

"I was just about to tell you about this. Your Uncle Zhou and I have been thinking about it."

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Upon hearing this, Feng Ao carefully considered it.

"Is Yunzhou still a suitable place to stay? The rest of our forces are in Jinzhou, and we plan to settle there. What do you think?"

In the brightly lit living room, Feng Ao spoke.

Feng Shouzhuo, and Han Che who had remained silent, were both somewhat incredulous.

Like Zhou Gang, they all looked towards Feng Xiu.

A rare glimmer of hope appeared on Feng Ao's face, as if he really wanted to get his answer.

After his initial surprise slowly turned into a blank expression, Feng Xiu spoke calmly.

"I'm not leaving."

the next day.

Feng Xiu couldn't wait to follow Han Che to another courtyard in the inner city early in the morning.

Although it's called a courtyard, it's actually more of a storage room and icehouse.

Normally, the palace stores seasonal fruits and vegetables that don't last the season, or meat products that can be preserved for a long time.

Han Che, along with the medicinal cuisine chef Lao Zhang and Feng Xiu, entered the No. 2 warehouse in the backyard.

I pushed open the door and walked down the cold, icy stairs.

Inside the spacious ice storage room, huge blocks of ice were piled up to form walls, and the air inside was chillingly cold, right in the center of one's line of sight.

They were wooden frames, and on each frame sat a terrifying, scarlet object, the size of a bull's head, covered in blood.

The viscous blood vessels had long since solidified, but judging from its shape, the atria and ventricles were clearly visible.

"My God, what is this thing?" Old Zhang was shocked.

Around it was a tall, layered gray fur and a pair of scarlet wings.

And a massive skeleton that had been completely dismembered, countless frozen chunks of meat, etc. "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and go test it." Han Che urged with a frown.

He worked through the night with the guards and servants to cut them up, and didn't sleep a wink all night.

"Oh, oh~"

Old Zhang quickly stepped forward, took out a wooden box from his chest, took out a silver needle, and extended it with a flick of his wrist.

He plunged it fiercely into the demon's heart.

Instantly, the silver needle turned bright red and scalding hot. Old Zhang was startled and lost his grip.

The silver needle fell to the ground, and the thin layer of ice on the floor instantly turned into a puddle of water due to the heat contained in the needle.

"Wow, what powerful blood and qi energy!"

He had never seen such terrifying blood and energy in all his years in this line of work.

Old Zhang was delighted at the sight of the prey, and immediately took out a slightly thicker silver needle and inserted it into the demon's heart again.

The energy of Qi and blood surged to the middle of the silver needle, and Old Zhang took a close look.

He turned back and took another look at Feng Xiu's strong physique.

He gave a direct answer: "Young Master, please take nine catties of this medicine first. I'll prepare a fine bath for you, ensuring you'll train comfortably."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Old Zhang quickly shook his head, "No, it's ten jin."

"Ten jin, are you sure?" Han Che asked uncertainly.

Ten catties is roughly one-fifth the size of this demon heart, even though Feng Xiu's blood and qi are abundant.

Whether he can withstand it remains to be seen.

"Of course, the eldest young master's physique is far superior to that of the second young master. The energy from ten catties of demon heart is of no consequence to the eldest young master."

Old Zhang patted his chest and assured him.

Medicinal cuisine and herbal remedies are his specialty, so he would never lie.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Feng Xiu nodded.

The three then walked up the steps and out of the icehouse.

Upon returning to his residence, Old Zhang immediately gathered his disciples, along with a complete set of tools including razors and gouging tools.

They then rushed to the icehouse to assess and measure the flesh and blood of the various demons.

Taking advantage of this time, Feng Xiu went directly to the training room.

Before taking a medicinal bath, prepare by honing your skills to ensure more thorough absorption.

A set of eight Vajra Kung Fu techniques.

Green Wood Fist, Mountain Fist, Five Strength Fist, Dragon and Snake Martial Seal are all easily mastered.

The force of the punches was fierce and howling, the punches were violent and ferocious.

The dense, continuous, muffled airbursts exploded in the room like firecrackers!

Once, twice.

He trained until his muscles and bones groaned and his joints cracked.

Unable to withstand the intense moves any longer, he slowly stopped only after becoming completely exhausted.

Even just looking at the dismembered organs of this Black Abyss monster, Feng Xiu was shocked.

The pile of gray fur alone, resembling steel needles, was as tall as two people.

Judging from the point, the actual height is probably several meters high, not to mention those two bright red wings.

"Such a creature is only at the fifth rank; it would take three Divine罡 Realm experts to completely subdue it."

Feng Xiu reached out and picked off a palm-sized piece of the magnet from the Yuan magnet.

As I crushed it with my palm, I made some connections.

"If we were to carefully analyze the information Uncle Zhou provided, it turns out that the law of the jungle—survival of the fittest—has always been the norm among the Black Abyss monsters?"

This is not hard to understand. The strength of demons is determined by their bloodline; the stronger the bloodline, the stronger the demon.

For those demons with only ordinary bloodlines, the distinction between ranks seems rather unfair.

That's why Feng Xiu thought that way.

Instead, a new category has been added to the classification of demons: those whose bloodline and demonic energy can be strengthened through hard work.

If not, then the conclusion is obvious.

"Thinking about it carefully, it seems quite reasonable for three Divine Realm experts to kill a Rank 5 demon."

"Martial arts have universal applicability, but the Black Abyss bloodline does not."

Thinking of this, Feng Xiu felt instantly relieved and reached into his mouth to put a Yuan Magnetic Block.

The Blood Burning Eight Strengths stat provides an extremely exaggerated boost to one's overall attributes.

Muscle density, blood circulation, etc., even when chewing hard objects raw.

It will not cause any damage to itself.

After swallowing a few times, he silently practiced the Yuan Magnetic Heart Method.

After feeling the increase in the magnetic force in his dantian, Feng Xiu scratched his head. To be honest, he really wanted to ask Zhou Gang and Feng Ao about it.

How to completely resolve the problem of residual impurities in one's own blood and qi.

The characteristics of internal strength are derived from Qi and blood. Each time a different type of internal strength is circulated, a slight stagnation of Qi and blood will remain.

These impurities were then forcibly pushed towards the air membrane of the Nine Heavens Lock by the sealing and repairing mechanism.

Feng Xiu thought about it for a long time, but in the end he gave up the idea.

After breaking free from the Nine Heavens Lock of the Overlord Fist concept, he already had the rudiments of his own martial arts path.

While the vision of a Divine Realm expert is indeed powerful, Feng Xiu was unwilling to hear any advice or words that would cause him to lose his power.

He's determined to crash into this wall!

"Actually, my system's approach has always been sound. If it can't be attracted by the magnetic force, it can be done without dissipating energy."

"There's another idea we can try."

"Transmitting strength, transmitting power!"

Feng Xiu sat down in the chair and began to ponder, carefully weighing the feasibility of the idea.

"Overall, it's like the Wedding Dress Divine Skill, transferring all my vital energy to a test subject."

"It may seem like there's no difference between actively dispersing blood, but in reality, it's not. The Blood Burning Warrior disperses his blood and qi only to cultivate the fusion of another type of force, thereby enhancing his strength."

"Impurities in the blood and qi produced in this way are unavoidable. If the blood is dispersed in this way too many times, it will damage one's own foundation, thereby reducing the possibility of achieving divine strength."

Feng Xiu sighed softly.

Martial arts are truly amazing; they offer martial artists two completely different choices.

If you don't want to be troubled by impurities in your Qi and blood, then focus on cultivating a specific type of strength, and use a long period of time to further refine and transform that strength.

But how is that possible? You cultivate one path, while others cultivate both ice and fire techniques.

Even those at the third or fourth level haven't yet developed their own martial arts combat system; in a real fight, they'd only be instantly killed.

Conversely, the more energy one cultivates, the more blood is dispersed and impurities accumulate, and the more intense the cultivation becomes, the more severe it can be each time.

Although burning blood involves the spontaneous circulation of qi and blood, it is not a panacea.

While one may gain more strength, a damaged foundation diminishes the chances of cultivating innate internal energy.

"But I am different. Instead of dispersing my own energy, I transmit it, which reduces the possibility of damaging my vital energy and foundation."

"Even if any problems arise, there is still the Nine Heavens Lock as a backup plan for blood and qi if necessary."

Feng Xiu thought about it more and more and felt that it was a good idea, so he transferred his own blood and energy to the experimental subject without reservation.

Using the Yuan Magnetic Technique after reaching the Transformation Realm, impurities in Qi and Blood are absorbed and introduced.

In theory, this would completely solve the problem!

"The idea is good, but who can withstand all my vital energy? Secondly, I need a martial art specifically for studying and transmitting power as a guide. Thirdly, and most importantly."

How can I guarantee that the person receiving my teachings will be completely loyal to me?

Upon reading this, Feng Xiu burst into laughter, feeling as if he were Wu Yazi himself.

Unfortunately, he sighed softly.

"Where is my Xu Zhu now?"