Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

The following days.

After the third senior brother's funeral arrangements were completed, the disciples mostly returned to their places.

Even Zhou Xishui, the disciple of the fifth branch of the Zhou family, showed up.

When he first entered the martial arts school, he was a little worried and nervous, but after a while he became the same as he had been a few days before, waving his fan and being praised by others.

It seems they have no idea that his family had plotted against the martial arts school and harmed its members.

It must be said that his mental fortitude and thick skin are quite impressive.

Seeing that his master and senior sister hadn't said anything, Zhang Qingshan also observed them coldly.

Everything seems to have returned to normal.

The only difference is that in the last two or three days, more people have come to visit the master, and the master has also been going out to participate in certain gatherings.

Three days after fighting the masked man.

Zhang Qingshan was summoned to the inner hall by his master.

"You will be taking your fifth senior sister's place in guarding the medicine shop outside the city. The time is now a little ripe, and I have made some preparations for you to control the risks as much as possible."

"First, those people saw that I still had the strength to spare. I told them that if they provoked me, I would leave the martial arts school and secretly assassinate them. This made them hesitate. After arguing for two or three days, everyone reached a tacit agreement that martial arts masters beyond the limit should not attack other martial artists in the future."

After saying that, Master Ji Feiyun slammed his hand on the tea table.

"Hmph, every family has descendants, theirs have even more. If they're killed, they'll die. If we're really going to risk it all, let's see who can't afford to die!"

Zhang Qingshan didn't know how to respond.

Anyway, he can't afford to die.

Of course, if those martial arts masters really don't take action, the safety will definitely increase significantly.

"With your strength, and the other preparations I've made for you, you should have no problem defending the town."

Ji Feiyun looked into Zhang Qingshan's eyes.

"As for the possibility of something going wrong, no one can control it unless you are truly invincible. Otherwise, even masters, grandmasters, or mythical beings can fall by chance."

"yes!"

Zhang Qingshan nodded.

Ji Feiyun then looked at the tea table beside him.

Zhang Qingshan had noticed three things on it long ago.

The first two are small porcelain bottles, probably containing elixirs.

The craftsman gestured with his finger, pointing to one in front of him. This porcelain bottle was relatively larger, gourd-shaped, and about the size of a duck egg.

"This is the Power God Pill. Large families and powerful forces love to use this pill to motivate their children. After a martial artist reaches the ninth level, taking it gives you a small chance to feel the power of the god and enter the realm of divine power. There are two pills here. Didn't you say you could comprehend the power of the whole body in half a month to a month? You can take them then."

"Don't complain about the small number, kid. These things aren't cheap. The martial arts school had a hard time purchasing them. Although there are two or three left in the school, those are for your other senior brothers and sisters. Like that Zhou family kid in the outer courtyard, even if their family were to supply them, they would definitely only be allocated one."

Zhang Qingshan bowed deeply.

"How could this disciple dare to complain? Thank you for your guidance, Master. If this pill is too precious, it would be better to take one back and leave it for another senior brother."

Zhang Qingshan wasn't being deliberately humble or trying to shirk responsibility; after straightening up, his eyes were full of confidence.

"This disciple is confident that even without this pill, I will not be much slower in reaching the tenth level of martial artist."

Ji Feiyun smiled and said, "Really?"

"Guaranteed authentic!" Zhang Qingshan laughed.

"Haha, it's good that you're confident. But I've already given it all, how could I take it back? The more confident you are, the more I feel I haven't given you enough. Good things should be given to geniuses to have real value. Don't be polite, it's good to save two days of time."

Before Zhang Qingshan could speak, he pointed to another porcelain vase, which was half the size of the first one.

The master's expression became even more serious. "This bottle of pills is for emergencies. This medicine is called the Absolute Strength Pill, which is specially prepared for martial artists. This pill can maintain strength for a moment. After that moment, you will be weak and powerless for a year."

"Of course, such a side effect is also extraordinary. Within a moment, the strength and power are inexhaustible, several times more abundant than usual, and can be used at will."

Zhang Qingshan understood; this was some kind of explosive pill, meant for use in case of a desperate situation.

"This item isn't for fighting to the death, but rather for escaping. Focus your immense strength and power into your legs, run for your life, and escape into the city—that's the right way!"

With another flick of his finger, the two porcelain bottles landed on Zhang Qingshan, who then put them into his pocket.

Ji Feiyun then stood up.

Carefully pick up the last item.

It was a wrapped object. The master slowly unwrapped it, his expression solemn, as if on a pilgrimage. Zhang Qingshan discovered that it was a gray paper, grayish-white, and seemed quite thick. He didn't know what material it was made of.

He wondered if it was some kind of secret manual or technique.

The master held it to his chest and slowly unfolded it.

"Haha, those people outside don't dare to completely break ties because they're afraid I have a trump card."

"I do indeed have a trump card. The first is the combat technique you saw that day. I still have the strength to fight. If I were to unleash all the life force within me, I could even fight someone of a higher level!"

"And the last trump card is this!"

As he spoke, the master seemed lost in some kind of memory.

"Back then, when the foreign demons invaded, the various sects of the Great Yan fought a great battle against them. Although they curbed their arrogance, some of the sect's strongest members also perished. So they decided to close the mountain for a hundred years. Some young disciples, however, were restless and frivolous. Having just opened their eyes to the colorful world, they were unwilling to live a hundred years of monotonous life in the mountain gate. They would rather leave the mountain gate than waste their youth."

The master chuckled.

"I'm one of the idiots."

"The sect did not force them; instead, it allowed those disciples who were unwilling to leave the mountain to walk down on their own."

The master unfolded what was in front of him.

This is a strange, square piece of paper, about ten centimeters long and wide.

Zhang Qingshan was certain it was paper because there was a single character written on it—"镇" (zhen, meaning town/suppressant).

The calligraphy is exquisite, simple, and powerful, seemingly subtly piercing the viewer.

Even those who don't understand calligraphy know that this character is extraordinary.

"Qingshan, what do you think of this character?"

Zhang Qingshan looked at it for a while and felt that the character "镇" (zhen, meaning town) was indeed well written. At first, it felt a bit piercing, but after a while, it brought a sense of peace to his mind.

"Master, this calligraphy must have been left by a master; it feels extraordinary."

Zhang Qingshan had something he couldn't say, it was indeed extraordinary, but that was all there was to it.

Even if one can't eat or drink, what good is being extraordinary? It seems that calligraphers in this world aren't as respected as they were in my previous life.

Zhang Qingshan wondered if this was his trump card.

"Haha, you don't understand, do you!"

Seeing Zhang Qingshan's hesitant expression, the master joked.

"Is it because you look down on it, thinking it's just a single word?"

"Okay, I'm not teasing you anymore."

The master touched the piece of paper.

It's like caressing a precious treasure.

"Back then, I couldn't bear the worldly desires, so I left the mountain gate. My master cherished me and not only gave me the Yi Xue Root Diagram, hoping that I would live up to his expectations, but also asked my grandmaster for help. My grandmaster cut out some paper, wrote some characters to suppress evil, and gave me two of them."

"This is one of them, and it is also my last trump card. If things don't work out, I plan to take you all away from Qinghe City. At the critical moment, this item can intimidate the enemy! However, since you are so confident, I can't hold back and be stingy. After all, this item is only a one-time use item, and at most it can have a deterrent effect."

"Fortunately, I haven't infused this one with my own energy yet, and I haven't given it to your senior sister."

The master placed the character "镇" (zhen, meaning town/town) on the tea table.

"Even martial arts masters, without the ability to sense and activate the Blood Qi Wolf Smoke, will find it difficult to directly sense and activate this thing. Only by dripping blood into it and undergoing spiritual cleansing can they establish a connection and activate its power."

"Alas, seventy or eighty years have passed now, and I wonder how much of its power remains. Although our master was strong, he could not withstand the power of time. Let the blood drip, and you will understand in time."

Zhang Qingshan had many questions in his mind.

But the master didn't seem inclined to explain further.

So be it, let the blood drip.

Hesitation at this point can damage the relationship.

He stepped forward, cut his finger, and watched as a drop of bright red blood fell.

Zhang Qingshan carefully examined the paper, wondering what changes might occur.

"what!"

Suddenly, everything went blurry, and I felt myself falling continuously.

I felt only fear and palpitations in my heart.

The next moment, everything changed dramatically, and a colossal peak appeared before us, its height unknown, reaching straight into the clouds and its depths unfathomable.

The giant peak is surrounded by a mighty and turbulent river, its current so swift that it seems capable of grinding fine iron into dust.

I haven't had a chance to take a good look at it yet.

Suddenly, the giant peak flew up and pressed down on him.