Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

The next day, the senior sister woke up, and Zhang Qingshan officially began learning the Three-Breath Breathing Technique in the afternoon.

I have gained a clear understanding of the meaning of all kinds of forces.

Five days later.

Martial artists have a strong ability to recover. Senior Sister and Senior Brother Chang were able to get out of bed and walk unsteadily in their rooms at first.

Zhang Qingshan's Three-Bend Breathing Technique has reached a high level of proficiency, and he feels as if the various forces within his body are simultaneously flowing and merging.

Day .

He practices his martial arts routine, instructs his disciples, patrols the martial arts school, and returns home in the evening.

After returning home, I had just finished eating and was talking with my parents and sisters.

There was a sudden, urgent knocking on the door.

Upon opening the gate, one finds disciples stationed at the martial arts school.

The other person looked hurried.

"Seventh Senior Brother, something's happened. The Master has asked you to return to the martial arts school."

A bad premonition flashed through Zhang Qingshan's mind, and he subconsciously thought of the worst possible outcome.

"But what happened to Master..."

"Ah, not Master, but Third Senior Brother, Third Master, from outside the city."

Zhang Qingshan breathed a slight sigh of relief, but then his heart tightened again.

"What's wrong with Third Senior Brother?"

"I'm not entirely sure either. Just now, someone from the medicine shop outside the city came and said that something happened at the shop. The headmaster is currently asking questions in detail. I and other disciples have also been sent out to inform the inner sect brothers and Third Master's family."

Without further delay, he comforted his worried family and then headed to the martial arts school with the disciple.

I just arrived outside the martial arts gym.

There were several carriages and horses at the gate, but at that moment the horses were left there and no one was taking care of them.

Before I could even look closely, I heard cries of grief coming from inside.

Upon entering the martial arts school, the first thing you see is a group of people crying, young and old, men and women. You immediately realize that these must be the family members of the third senior brother.

At that moment, several senior disciples from the martial arts school were maintaining order and comforting them.

The sixth senior brother and the eldest senior sister leaned against one side, looking dejected.

The master's face was full of coldness and grief, along with two inner disciples whom he had only met a few times.

The second senior brother was not present. One of the two was the fourth senior brother, Zhang Mushan, who was in charge of the business. Although he was the fourth senior brother, his strength was only slightly lower than that of the second senior brother. He was a level nine martial artist.

Although we've only met two or three times, he's a very kind person, and his round face is always full of smiles. Zhang Qingshan's eldest brother-in-law got a job in the business through his fourth senior brother's arrangement.

He wasn't laughing at that moment, only filled with grief and anger, asking someone something, with a hint of worry on his face.

The other one is a woman, Fifth Senior Sister Liu Mi'er, who is considered a smaller version of the eldest senior sister. Both of them have ponytails and fit figures, but she is a head shorter than the eldest senior sister, about 1.68 meters tall.

What's most striking is the scar on her forehead, which adds a touch of fierceness to her appearance.

Fifth Senior Sister is a level seven martial artist. Among the six inner disciples, she is only one level higher than Zhang Qingshan.

So normally, when he's stationed at the headquarters of the escort agency, it's his second senior brother, a level 10 martial artist, who personally escorts him when there's a large shipment or procurement to handle.

Judging from the appearance of the fourth and fifth senior brothers and sisters, they had just arrived and were getting to know the situation.

As soon as Zhang Qingshan arrived, all six disciples from the inner sect of the martial arts school were there, except for the third senior brother who might be in trouble.

I didn't even have a chance to greet my master.

The master reached out to stop them, looking at the weeping crowd.

"Alright, things have come to this. The martial arts school will give you an explanation. Go rest for now. Don't worry, even though Lao San is gone, life will go on. As long as the martial arts school is still here, we will protect you."

Third Senior Brother is gone?

Zhang Qingshan's heart sank.

Master Ji Feiyun then looked at his disciples.

"Come with me." Then he pointed to a man dressed as a steward standing to the side, "You come too."

We arrived at the main hall of the inner courtyard.

"Tell them what happened."

The manager nodded, as if trying to recall his thoughts, a flicker of fear crossing his face.

"Waaah, Master, and all the inner disciples, just as the sky was beginning to lighten this morning, I got up and was about to go and pay my respects to Third Master when I heard a loud shout coming from his direction, followed by a roar. As soon as I ran over, I saw Third Master running out with a figure in tow."

"After the panic among the people in the medicine shop, they were about to go to support Third Master when another group of masked experts rushed out from another place. They killed anyone they saw and headed straight for the medicine shop's warehouse and the large medicinal herb cultivation areas. Without Third Master in charge, we were no match for them and could only watch them succeed."

"After those people left, we survivors began to clear out the remaining personnel, tidy up the medicine plantation and fields, and then sent people out to search for Third Master. We searched for a long time following the signs of the fight, and finally found him under a big tree after noon. But, but..."

"Waaaaah, Third Master is gone! Master, esteemed lords, Third Master died such a tragic death! You must avenge him!"

The curator remained expressionless and silent.

Only a pair of withered hands pressed down on the tea table, making it creak.

The four legs of the tea table creaked and groaned as they were pressed deep into the floor.

This reveals the owner's anger.

Looking at the steward who was reporting, he said, "You go down first, talk to your Third Master's family, and wait for further instructions."

"Yes."

He watched as the other person retreated, looking dejected.

Ji Feiyun looked at the disciples inside the room.

The two seriously injured could only move slowly, one with a broken bone had now lost his life, and the other was not in Qinghe City for a while, so it was unknown whether the escort mission was dangerous or a trap.

"Tell me, is this a coincidence, or is someone trying to keep my Qinghe Martial Arts School constantly on the go and unable to attend to everything? What are your thoughts?"

The eldest sister hesitated for a moment.

"Father, if all else fails, let's abandon the medicine shop outside the city to avoid being picked off one by one."

Only the eldest sister could say such things; after all, she was the master's biological daughter, and there was no taboo about her saying these things.

"No!"

Before the master could speak, the fourth senior brother, Zhang Mushan, had already spoken up to stop him.

"Master, Senior Sister, the businesses outside the city are too important. A single move can affect the whole situation. It's easy to give up now, but it will be much more difficult for the martial arts school to acquire them in the future."

"The Medicine Peak and its farms outside the city are not only connected to the martial arts training resources of the martial arts school disciples, but also the foundation of the merchants in the city, the outpost and support of the escort agency, and the place to settle ordinary disciples and even their relatives and friends."

"Once we lose our base outside the city, my martial arts school's business will shrink, its influence will diminish, and its cultivation resources will become scarce. This will only make those who covet our resources even more frantic. In this world, giving up your business will not earn you the tolerance of others, nor will it buy you time. It will only make those people press closer and arouse more greed. Once the martial arts school and the trading company are also attacked, will we have no choice but to give up again? How will my Qinghe Martial Arts School stand on its own?"

Sixth Senior Brother Chang Yueshan also spoke weakly.

"Fourth Senior Brother is right. I know Eldest Senior Sister is worried that we will cause more problems, but those things are the foundation that Master fought hard to build. If we hand them over to others, the prestige of our martial arts school will collapse."

The eldest sister remained silent.

He paused for a moment before speaking.

"What do you suggest we do? If we don't give it up, then we can only let those managers take charge. But without inner disciples to oversee things, everyone will be in a panic. How can they work with peace of mind? If there's any more trouble, they'll scatter like birds and beasts, making us a laughingstock."

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

Fifth Senior Sister Liu Mi'er thought for a moment:

"How about I go and oversee things outside the city? There aren't any valuables inside the escort agency, and there are plenty of escorts. No one should be willing to take on this tough nut that doesn't offer any profit. Fourth Senior Brother has to maintain order in both the outer and inner city of the merchant guild, especially the inner city. Without sufficient strength, he will only be looked down upon. He also has to manage relationships within the merchant guild and internal and external channels. He definitely can't leave. So, I'll go outside the city."

Master Ji Feiyun nodded.

"We'll talk about who will take over the business later."

His gaze swept over the disciples, and when he saw Zhang Qingshan, a thought struck him.

"Xiao Qi, you're new here. As a newcomer, what are your thoughts on the current situation? Are you afraid?"

Zhang Qingshan shook his head.

"When I was a laborer, I saw people being whipped for getting up a little slower, and people being drowned in the river for a penny. My fate was completely controlled by the gang leader. A single word from him could decide life and death. Compared to the fear and despair I felt back then, now I have strength in my body, fists in my hands, and I can still fight. What is there to fear?"

"Besides, my martial arts school still has my master and disciples. I am not alone, and I have no reason to be afraid. Qingshan is a member of the martial arts school. Whether to fight or abandon is entirely up to my master."