Douluo V: Daily Intelligence - I Want All of Tang San's Opportunities

"This...this is more than enough."

Su Yuntao muttered to himself, quickly imprinting the picture in his mind several times to make sure he remembered every detail before slowly opening his eyes.

He sat cross-legged again, took three deep breaths, and then focused his mind on his dantian.

This time, he no longer groped around aimlessly like before.

He knew where to gather his true energy in the dantian, which meridian it should flow through, how much it should circulate at the Mingmen acupoint, and whether to slow down when passing through the Jiaji acupoint.

The golden threads in the picture are like a precise map. Although he hasn't reached those locations yet, he already has a clear idea of ​​every bend in the route.

Following the guidance of the golden threads, Su Yuntao carefully guided the faint warmth deep within his dantian upwards along his spine.

Although the whole process was intermittent, and sometimes the faint warmth would dissipate before even two steps had been taken.

But starting is itself a form of progress.

The next morning, Su Yuntao was awakened by the sunlight streaming through the window.

He opened his eyes, and it took him two or three seconds to come to his senses. He had been practicing the Xuan Tian Gong until midnight last night, and he didn't know when he had fallen asleep.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up, suddenly feeling that something was wrong with his body.

I can't quite put my finger on what changed, but I felt like I'd just been soaking in warm water, with a light, warm feeling emanating from my whole body.

He subconsciously circulated his true energy along the path guided by the golden threads within his body. The faint warmth in his dantian rose steadily, flowing smoothly from the Mingmen point, Jiaji point, and Dazhui point to the vicinity of the Fengfu point before slowing down slightly.

Su Yuntao blinked and looked down at his abdomen.

Overnight, the pathways of five acupoints near the dantian were completely opened.

The acupoints along the path from Dantian to Fengfu are almost unobstructed when true qi passes through them, as if walking on a path that has been trodden many times, becoming smoother and smoother with each step.

He carefully recalled the cultivation process of last night. Every time his true energy dissipated, he would re-condense it, and once he had condensed it, he would continue. He tried again and again without getting tired of it.

Although the distance traveled by true qi each time was very limited, each repeated journey itself was building a road. There were no roads in this world to begin with, but as you walk more, they become roads. The same was true for the circulation path of the Xuan Tian Gong in his body. With each attempt, he gradually solidified and smoothed out the originally loose qi path, and it became a road.

To open five acupoints in one night—that speed is remarkable even among the inner disciples of the Tang Clan.

But Su Yuntao knew in his heart that his talent was only average. His progress was purely due to the system. The golden threads directly marked the optimal path for the circulation of true qi, saving him the time of taking detours and making mistakes.

That's why he needs to accumulate enough intelligence quota as soon as possible to activate the deduction function.

The cultivation of the Mysterious Heaven Skill becomes increasingly complex as you progress. At the initial stage, you can slowly work through the path marked by the system, but once you get to the deeper levels of operation and the more complex meridian interactions, without the aid of deduction, your progress will become increasingly slow if you rely solely on your own exploration.

He was already twenty-five years old, which was considered extremely late in the world of Soul Masters. Time did not allow him to slowly accumulate experience like those teenagers who started laying the foundation at the age of six.

However, he couldn't stop practicing the Xuan Tian Gong during this month. Otherwise, if he didn't practice all day, his Soul Master level would still advance by leaps and bounds, and it would be impossible not to arouse suspicion.

Thinking of this, Su Yuntao got out of bed, quickly washed up, and was about to continue his cultivation when Liu's voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard, her tone filled with obvious joy:

"Yuntao! Come out and see, Liu the blacksmith has brought the things!"

Su Yuntao strode out of the courtyard and saw a man in coarse cloth short jacket standing next to Liu Shi. He was about forty years old and had a square face with a dark complexion from years of blacksmithing. He was none other than Uncle Liu, the blacksmith in the territory.

He was holding a wooden box in his hands, and when he saw Su Yuntao come out, he grinned:

"Second Young Master, I worked all night last night to type out this little gadget you requested."

Su Yuntao took the wooden box and opened it; inside lay a brand-new sleeve arrow.

It was slightly larger than the one Tang San gave it, and was entirely iron gray with a smooth, polished surface. The gaps at the springs were almost invisible.

He picked it up and examined it carefully in the light, then pressed the trigger mechanism on the side.

With a crisp "click," a short arrow shot out from its muzzle and embedded itself deeply into a wooden stake in the opposite courtyard wall, its fletching trembling slightly.

Su Yuntao walked over, pulled out the short arrow, looked at the arrowhead, then looked back at the reset of the sleeve arrow's spring, and a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"Uncle Liu, your craftsmanship is excellent, even better than I expected. The force of the spring is controlled very precisely, and the launch speed and concealment are both perfect."

Uncle Liu chuckled twice after being praised.

"The drawings you provided were so clear that I followed them and it didn't take much effort. It was just that I had to try the springs three times before I found the right stiffness. The first two were too soft and didn't spring out properly."

"No problem." Su Yuntao put the hidden blade back into the box. "Uncle Liu, how many skilled ones do you have? I want to make a batch. The first batch will be thirty. The materials will be provided by the Baron's Mansion, and the wages will be calculated per piece. I won't let you work for free."

Uncle Liu counted on his fingers:

"My apprentice, Xiaodouzi, can lend a hand, and Li the carpenter's son from the east end of the village can also help sharpen the arrow shafts. If we want thirty arrows, we can finish them in half a month."

"Okay, then let's go with this amount."

Thirty hidden blades, each costing between one and two gold soul coins, plus a slight increase in labor costs, should be enough to sell for ten gold soul coins.

More importantly, once this product finds a market, it will provide the baron with a sustainable source of income, which is much more reliable than relying on land rent based on the weather.

The more Su Yuntao thought about it, the more at ease he felt.

He closed the wooden box and bowed to Liu the blacksmith.

"Uncle Liu, then I'll leave it to you. I'll have someone deliver the materials to your shop this afternoon. You can put aside your other work for now and get this batch of hidden blades out."

"Okay!" Uncle Liu readily agreed, turned around, and strode out of the courtyard.

Standing to the side, watching this scene, Liu wore a relaxed smile that she hadn't seen in a long time.

"Your dad would be so happy if he could see this."

Su Yuntao turned to look at her, then smiled and shook his head.

"This is just the beginning. Once the hidden blade is sold and my brother's injury has healed, our family's life will truly be on the right track."

He carried the wooden box back into the house, placed it on the table, and glanced at the brand-new hidden arrow one last time.

Then he sat back on the bed and crossed his legs again.

Business needs to be done, but self-cultivation cannot be neglected.