Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

What happened to Wang Zhi? Was he dead or alive?

Zhang Qingshan didn't care or pay attention, but this made him even more certain that Long Baifeng was indeed a treacherous person.

It's right to keep your distance.

Continue your cultivation, and cultivate even more diligently.

One day, two days, three days.

In the outer courtyard.

"Seventh Junior Brother, I'll be away for a few days. Please take good care of me during this time." The eldest senior sister was dressed neatly, and there were people waiting with horses at the entrance of the martial arts school.

Zhang Qingshan clasped his hands in greeting: "Senior Sister, is there something important that you need me to do for you?"

The eldest sister shook her head. "It's about the Black Mountain bandits. All sides need to send out experts beyond the limits to cut off their tentacles everywhere and drive them deep into the Great Green Mountain for the final battle."

Seeing Zhang Qingshan's concerned look, the senior sister smiled again.

"Don't worry, there's no immediate danger. The enemy is just a remnant of a defeated army that fled to the vicinity of Qinghe City. I've also notified my two other inner disciples who are away, and they will come to help. As for you, focus on your cultivation and strive to comprehend the wonders of internal energy as soon as possible."

After saying that, he walked out of the gate, mounted his horse, and galloped away, looking dashing and heroic.

Zhang Qingshan wanted to say that he had already grasped the essence of internal force, and even the understanding of the eighth level of drilling force was right before his eyes.

But after glancing at the disciples in the training ground, he ultimately did not say anything.

The matter of Wang Zhi made Zhang Qingshan even more worried. Although he didn't know why Long Baifeng would plot against Wang Zhi, or what his purpose was.

But it must be related to the talent that Wang Zhi has shown.

Fortunately, Master is still in the backyard overseeing things. As long as Master is still in Qinghe City, there is no need to worry for the time being.

Nothing is more reliable than one's own strength.

Keep practicing, keep practicing... Kung Fu Bro, keep up your self-discipline!

Two more days passed.

[Jiang Liu exhaled a breath using the Four-Bend Breathing Technique, refining his strength through countless twists and turns, finally grasping a glimmer of inspiration; a wisp of strength finally transformed into drilling power.]

[It maintained this drilling force, comprehending the differences within. Waves of understanding washed over it, and simultaneously, within its body, a thought stirred its mental energy, driving forth streams of power. This power naturally transformed into drilling force. Overjoyed, it had reached the eighth level of martial arts!]

I've reached level eight in martial arts.

The body's basic strength increases, and the physical body becomes stronger.

An instinct arose in Zhang Qingshan's heart.

With just a thought, hidden power can be transformed into physical force, and physical force can be transformed into drilling power.

This drilling force is more flexible than the seventh level of force.

Not only is its armor-piercing and drilling ability stronger, but it can also be transformed into even finer strands of force, drilling into the target from within and then destroying it from the inside.

Moreover, the drilling energy flowing within the body can also boost speed, overwhelming lower-level martial artists in every aspect.

Zhang Qingshan punched the ironwood stake. The stake's surface was not damaged, but he could hear a faint sound beneath the surface, which was the force causing damage beneath the skin.

"Bang!"

The hidden force was unleashed, shattering the wooden stake and concealing the traces.

Zhang Qingshan then continued to contemplate the matter.

The other disciples thought that Senior Brother Zhang's hidden power was becoming more and more ferocious, but little did they know that Zhang Qingshan had already become an eighth-level martial artist. In that gang, even the weaker hall masters were no more than this.

He planned to adapt to the drilling technique for another two days before starting to practice the Three-Bend Wind-Supporting Hundred Rivers Breathing Method.

Because his senior sister was away, Zhang Qingshan had been leaving the martial arts school quite late these past few days.

After arranging the outer disciples, he toured the inner and outer areas again, and then exchanged a few words with the senior disciples of the inner court.

Only then did he slowly walk out of the martial arts school.

By the time I got home, it was completely dark.

As soon as I arrived at the gate, I heard a noisy chatter coming from the yard, and I recognized some of the voices.

Zhang Qingshan smiled knowingly, knowing that it was his eldest sister and her family who had come.

As the only son of the Zhang family, even after she got married, everyone still took good care of her and often sent things back to her parents' home.

Upon entering the courtyard, I first saw my younger sister and two other children running and screaming in the yard.

There was also a thin man and woman talking to their parents and second sister.

The overall atmosphere was relaxed and cheerful.

Although he didn't see the thin man often, Zhang Qingshan recognized him as his brother-in-law in this life, named Li Si'an.

The other party was from the neighboring Wangqing Township. Their family was much better off than Lao Zhang's family, and they ran an oil mill in the Wangqing Township market.

Logically, he and his older sister shouldn't look so thin and malnourished.

In reality, he was only the fourth son in his family, with three older brothers, so he was not favored.

Although his family owned an oil mill, he and his elder sister were essentially long-term laborers with no authority whatsoever, let alone any dividends. Their lives were actually quite difficult.

Objectively speaking, my brother-in-law is weak-willed and indecisive. When my sister was bullied by her in-laws, he never stood up for her or took charge. This kind of personality makes his family ignore him even more and feel that he has no presence.

Zhang Qingshan looked down on this kind of person. Not to mention external affairs, they couldn't even shoulder any responsibility or shield anyone from any storms.

Of course, we can't entirely blame him. Living in a large, patriarchal family and being suppressed from a young age, it's normal for him to become weak. He's a pitiful person too.

He wasn't entirely without merit.

He was at least an honest man who didn't commit domestic violence. His older sister secretly helped the family financially, and regardless of his true feelings, he didn't say anything on the surface.

As Zhang Qingshan approached, he could see more clearly that the eldest sister was only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, but she looked old, with a thin body, rough skin on her hands and face, and little energy in her eyes.

This is how the lower classes are in this era, and it's not surprising.

During this period, Mr. and Mrs. Zhang ate, drank, and slept well every day, and their complexions became noticeably rosier. They had hope for life again, and their eyes began to brighten.

Standing next to my older sister right now, I don't feel like I'm that much older than her.

Upon seeing Zhang Qingshan appear, the eldest sister and brother-in-law were initially pleasantly surprised, but then became somewhat awkward and reserved.

Zhang Qingshan has suddenly become somewhat unfamiliar to them. He has become a martial artist, owns a "luxurious" mansion, and is a big shot they never dared to dream of before.

The two children weren't bothered at all. Perhaps because their aunt had helped them quickly adapt to the yard, they immediately relaxed when they saw their uncle's smile and kept calling out "Uncle!"

A while later.

At the dinner table, the family ate and chatted.

Zhang Qingshan then realized why his usually busy eldest sister and her family had come to the city.

It's actually related to the martial arts school's senior sister leaving the city.

It is said that many important figures from Qinghe City went out of the city to besiege and suppress the bandits lurking in various places. In the ensuing battle, some bandits fled and scattered, and then went on a killing spree without regard for anything else.

During this period, whether it was Xiaoqing Township, Wangqing Township, or other townships, all those adjacent to Xiaoqingshan and Daqingshan were attacked.

Countless people died or were injured, and the people were filled with fear.

Not only did no one dare to go to Xiaoqingshan to gather herbs and chop firewood, but even the market was affected. Fearing the appearance of bandits, the Li family's small oil mill was also temporarily closed.

Under these circumstances, the Li family watched as the eldest sister and brother-in-law's family idled away their time and subjected them to all sorts of bullying, to the point that even the children couldn't stand it anymore.

The eldest sister thought about the message she had received some time ago, and knew that her third brother seemed to be doing well and had brought the family to the city.

So I decided to take advantage of this free time to visit relatives.

As she spoke, Zhang Xiaolian, the eldest sister, looked at the various dishes on the magnificent octagonal table, the decorations inside the house, and the maids waiting outside, and still felt a sense of unreality.

The Zhang family prospered quietly and quietly, moving into such a large house and becoming noble city dwellers?

How did my third brother become such a great martial arts figure?

Watching his two children wolf down chicken legs, and seeing his parents dressed like wealthy gentlemen at the market, a sense of satisfaction washed over him.

Things have gotten better, they've gotten better, they've really gotten better.

so good!

Looking at her second sister's unusually fashionable urban student attire, she felt even more envious; this was life.

Her fourth sister was already studying at a private school, while her two children could only work in the oil mill, which saddened her.

There's something I want to say.

But seeing the composed demeanor of his third brother, Zhang Qingshan, and the invisible air of authority he exuded, I felt a little nervous and didn't know how to start the conversation.

She stepped on the child's father's foot, but Li Si'an shrank back, focused on eating, and pretended not to notice.

She knew her husband was reserved and felt intimidated by his younger brother's demeanor.

She was furious, but her husband was still the same as always.

Fortunately, Zhang's father saw through the situation and said to Zhang Qingshan, "Qingshan, you see, your sister and brother-in-law are always the ones who get bullied at home. Why don't you help them figure out how to find them some work in the city?"

He was increasingly aware of his son's importance; he was more influential than Zhang Youcai or the local tycoon. After all, even the county constables patrolling the streets addressed him as Master Zhang.