Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

Hearing Zhang Qingshan's words.

The other senior students all cast approving glances, and some even looked on with surprise.

Everyone knows that this newly joined seventh junior brother comes from a poor farming family and has been working at the bottom of society. No one expected that he would say something like this.

"You certainly know how to talk," Ji Feiyun nodded.

"Yes, what is there to fear! How can we martial artists not have courage? That makes sense, that's true. Does having more power make you more timid than before? I'm still here. Some people have forgotten that I was once called the Fierce River Fist."

"Master, I think there's something wrong with what that manager said just now." Zhang Qingshan cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Oh, you mean there's something wrong with that manager?"

"I can't be sure. From the details he mentioned, I can see some questions. For example, after Third Senior Brother was lured out, masked enemies attacked the warehouse and some secret medicine locations. Their targets were clear and their routes were well-defined. Does this mean that those people were already familiar with the medicine shop, or that there was an inside agent within the medicine shop?"

"There are also many survivors in the medicine shop. Is it because the other side didn't have enough manpower to kill them all, or are they worried that mobilizing too many people would lead to them being recognized or attracting attention?"

"boom!!"

The tea table that Ji Feiyun was pressing down on was instantly pulverized.

Slowly standing up, Zhang Qingshan wondered if it was just his imagination, but his master's aged body seemed to be getting stronger.

"I know all this even if you don't tell me. It's very unlikely that this attack was retaliation by the Black Mountain bandits. They're very familiar with the area, and I roughly know who did it."

"Hahaha, just a few days ago I was still boasting that I was once full of vigor and sharpness, and was respected as the Fierce River Fist. Even if those people wanted to plot against Xiaoyu, they wouldn't dare to really kill her, for fear that I would directly turn against them. But today, someone has slapped me in the face. They are trying to checkmate me step by step. Hehe, someone is planning a grand scheme."

"Do they really think I'm too old and have lost my ferocity, that I'll have to deal with their scheming?"

"Although I haven't cultivated the Sea-Destroying Qi, I still possess the intent to destroy the sea. I'd like to see who wants to die!"

As soon as the words were spoken...

The master had already stepped outside.

"You all keep watch at the martial arts school. I'll be right back!"

When Zhang Qingshan and the others chased after him, under the dark sky, they could only vaguely see a figure quickly disappearing from sight and heading out of the city.

They exchanged glances, and despite their worries, they could only wait silently.

Within the inner and outer courtyards of the martial arts school.

There were large candles, each as thick as a baby's arm, burning brightly everywhere.

However, there was no cheerful atmosphere in this bright space.

In a corner of the martial arts school, faint cries could still be heard.

In the inner courtyard hall, several disciples sat quietly, showing no signs of sleepiness. Even the eldest senior sister and sixth senior brother, whose injuries had not yet healed, sat silently.

Occasionally, his body would fidget restlessly, adding to his tension.

The master's sudden departure, perhaps to do something, makes one involuntarily worry.

Zhang Qingshan was equally worried, as he and Qinghe Martial Arts School were now in a relationship of mutual ruin and shared prosperity.

Both emotionally and rationally, he didn't want anything to happen to his master.

After all, the master looked so old and frail, it was really worrying.

After sitting for a while, I calmed down and started to focus on breathing techniques, circulating the various forces within my body.

As Jiang Liu practiced the Four-Bend Breathing Technique, he reflected on the events that had transpired. He felt a sense of impending doom, a strange fear of the future creeping over him. His entire practice seemed ethereal, as if he were standing on a precipice, with danger lurking everywhere, ready to crush this mere eighth-level martial artist to dust...

[Unending danger pressed down, causing Jiang Liu's spirit of the Four-Bend Breathing Technique to tremble and his consciousness to crumble. The pervasive sense of danger forced him to exert all his strength, even squeezing out all his potential, to cultivate. He roared in his heart, "I must become stronger, stronger, stronger!" His innate Four-Bend Breathing Technique body roared, seizing every ray of spiritual light.]

Zhang Qingshan was speechless, unsure whether to be happy or sad.

His own sensitive martial arts talent was once again caught up in a completely immersive emotional state.

Feeling that there are villains everywhere trying to harm me, the persecution complex of the time traveler is amplified.

then.

The atmosphere of "stealing the secrets of heaven" that I had always wanted actually appeared under these circumstances.

A constant stream of inspiration, eager to emerge, propelled Zhang Qingshan's progress in mastering the Three-Breath Breathing Method at an astonishing pace.

At the same time, the internal strength and energy are also undergoing accelerated integration and change.

[...The growth rate of the Three-Bend Wind-Supporting Hundred Rivers Method has been increased... increased... increased...]

With some unseen assistance, Zhang Qingshan's breathing became increasingly steady and peculiar, merging and harmonizing with the power within his body... He even unconsciously forgot his worries about the martial arts school, his master, and the future.

It's as if I've entered a state of sudden enlightenment.

Outside, however, his entire demeanor and aura had calmed down.

When the other senior brothers and sisters saw this, they couldn't help but sigh in amazement that their seventh junior brother could still be so focused on his cultivation.

How can one remain calm even if a mountain collapses before them?

Thinking about my current anxious state of mind, I felt a little ashamed. I wasn't calm enough in the face of important matters, so I started to try to understand and practice breathing techniques or methods to transcend limits.

As the night deepened, a grayish-white hue slowly began to appear again.

A rooster's crow could be faintly heard coming from somewhere.

Master Ji Feiyun silently stepped into the inner courtyard hall, and was a little surprised, thinking that his disciples must be waiting anxiously, but he did not expect that they were all cultivating.

Seeing this, I felt a little relieved, but then a little disappointed. Aren't these little brats worried about me?

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he looked at Zhang Qingshan.

Take a closer look.

That breathing?

His eyes widened in surprise!

He shook his head. This shouldn't be the case. Could it be that his senses are confused after the battle?

"Ahem!"

He coughed once.

"father!"

"Master! You're back."

"Master, are you alright?"

The master's aged body seemed even more withered, and the wrinkles on his face were deeper, like the lines on a walnut shell.

He looked completely exhausted and his cough wasn't just a simple way of reminding everyone; there was actually a bit of bright red blood at the corner of his mouth.

Someone saw the master's right hand, where he was holding something wrapped in blue cloth. The blue cloth was already soaked, and a strong smell of blood wafted out.

Only then did I notice that there was some blood on the master's body, but fortunately, after a closer inspection, I didn't see any injuries.

"Father, what is this?"

Ji Feiyun did not answer directly, but instead shook the blue cloth in his hand, and a round object rolled to the ground.

Everyone's eyes narrowed; it was a human head with grotesque features.

He looked to be in his forties or fifties, his eyes wide open in death, his teeth clenched in fury, and he seemed filled with terror and disbelief.

That expression finally froze in a stiff pose, so vivid that it conveyed the man's resentment and unwillingness to accept his fate before he died.

"This is Lu Chenyuan!"

The fourth senior brother was the first to recognize the origin of the human head and exclaimed in surprise.

"What? Lu Chenyuan of the Mountain Forest Gang? Father, you actually went and took his head?"

"Hahahaha!" Seeing the disciples' shock, Ji Feiyun laughed heartily.

"Revenge should not be delayed overnight; let's take their heads tonight! Those bastards have forgotten my ferocity after all these years without taking action. Today, I'll teach them a lesson they won't forget."

"Hehe, look at Lu Chenyuan's expression before he died. He regretted not gathering all his gang members around him when I directly attacked and killed him. You didn't expect this, and neither did he."

After saying that, he swayed slightly and coughed twice.

"It's just that I'm indeed old. Even just running for dozens of miles and killing a level six super-limit martial artist almost left me exhausted. No wonder those people looked down on me, and no wonder that wicked disciple once tried to control me, thinking that I had to rely on him to uphold my reputation."

"Master, you are still vigorous and powerful as ever. This is Lu Chenyuan, the leader of the Mountain Forest Gang. He was usually so arrogant, but now he is nothing but a dead dog. It's so satisfying. I remember seeing him attending a meeting at the Qinghe Chamber of Commerce a few days ago. I never thought that his head would be thrown into my martial arts school like trash."

No one felt uncomfortable, and no one felt sorry.

I just felt incredibly gratified.

It's just killing people; everyone has killed a few people.

Zhang Qingshan was also shocked.

Master Ji Feiyun gives the impression that he is about to wither and collapse at any moment, but he just doesn't fall, he just lives, and he can still unleash his remaining power to suppress and kill powerful people.

The tenacious vitality of such martial arts masters is astonishing.

It can be described as—leaving through the west gate at night, returning with heads in the morning!

This is what a martial artist is all about!

The sixth senior brother mustered his strength, took a few steps, and kicked the man in the head.

"Pah!" He spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"That bastard deserved to die! He provided us and our eldest sister with false information. I think our third senior brother was killed by their mountain gang. Only the mountain gang, who frequently spy on the medicine manor, could know the locations where various major medicinal herbs grow. Good riddance!"

As he spoke, he picked up the head.

"Master, I'll take this dead dog's head to the three brothers' mourning hall as a sacrifice to our third senior brother, so he knows that a martial arts master will be buried with him!"