Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

"Greetings, Seventh Master!"

The strong men guarding the medicine shop, the strong men patrolling the medicine mountain, as well as the miscellaneous servants and laborers of the medicine shop and its fields, and all the managers, etc., were all bowing and paying their respects.

The people sitting on the benches in Yaozhuang Square are probably younger than some of their sons and grandsons.

That youthful appearance might make people feel a little contemptuous of it.

But at this moment, no one dared to offend them in any way; even if they felt resentment or jealousy, they could only keep it hidden.

A few days ago, the old master of the temple single-handedly stormed into the Mountain Forest Gang and took the head of the gang leader. The news shocked everyone, and the restlessness that had been secretly brewing in the medicine shop slowly dissipated.

Moreover, although the person in front of him is young, he is a direct disciple of the martial arts school. Anyone who knows a little about martial arts knows that direct disciples of a martial arts school are all martial arts experts, incomparable to ordinary martial artists.

Zhang Qingshan took in all the expressions and mannerisms of the people below.

Seeing these hundreds of people addressing him respectfully as "Seventh Master," a surge of power welled up within him.

A sense of smug satisfaction rose in his heart, but he suppressed it in the next moment.

These are all external things that fluctuate and can be blown away by rain and wind at any time.

Only power belongs to oneself. These people are now worshipping not themselves, but the martial arts school, and the identity of a direct disciple.

He waved for the ordinary handymen to leave.

The steward and the captain of the guard were left behind.

After listening to a brief report on the situation, I asked about the current status of the medicine shop.

Once they had a better understanding of the situation, they told them to continue as usual.

Seeing that Zhang Qingshan didn't make any grand entrance, these people breathed a sigh of relief and all promised to run the medicine shop well and share the burden with Seventh Master.

Zhang Qingshan didn't particularly care about the personnel at the medicine shop.

My master sent me here not so that I could build a great business, expand my business, or make a lot of money.

This is just a planting base; all we need to do is maintain the supply to the martial arts school and the chamber of commerce.

After everyone else left, Zhang Qingshan slowly started wandering around by himself.

Although it's called a medicine shop, it's not simply a village.

This is a mountain range that extends out from a corner of the Xiaoqingshan mountain range. This mountain range stretches for five or six hundred meters and is over a thousand meters high.

This mountain range has been developed and transformed into terraced fields, where various common medicinal herbs are planted.

Starting at about one-third of the way up, a wall was built around the site, along with houses and processing workshops, which became the medicine estate.

The location of the medicine shop was not chosen randomly. It was because this mountain range has a unique topography with various medicinal caves, fissures, mountain springs, and shady and sunny places with icy springs, hot caves, and humus soil. The soil quality is also unique, allowing special medicinal herbs to be planted in some secluded locations. That is why the shop was established here.

In addition, there are seven or eight farms scattered at the foot of the mountain.

The martial arts school's food was also provided by this, and there were also some oil mills, mills, carpentry workshops, etc. on the estate.

It has the characteristics of a self-circulating economy that are common in this era, and this is true for most of the larger powers.

There were a few martial arts guards stationed in the manor, but they were not very strong, because there was nothing of value there.

Most of the medicinal fields are patrolled day and night, and the most important thing is the rare and precious medicinal herbs in some special locations in the mountains within the village.

However, on the night of his third senior brother's death, they were ambushed and at least half of the precious medicinal herbs were stolen.

Zhang Qingshan knew his role.

The main purpose is to stay here, calm people's hearts, and maintain a fundamental link in the martial arts industry to prevent its collapse.

It's not about becoming some kind of business genius.

The martial arts school didn't expect him to make any major changes.

But the most important thing is always self-cultivation.

After a brief tour of the medicine estate and gaining a general understanding of its operations, Zhang Qingshan returned to a secluded courtyard in the very center of the estate.

Then it's all about cultivation, cultivation, cultivation!

After the ninth level of whole force, comes the tenth level of divine power.

It is also the end of the martial artist level, which is why some people call martial artists "divine power martial artists".

The tenth level of divine power has two characteristics. The first is the change in power.

Starting from level four, each level of improvement, considering only the basic physique, increases by about 500 jin, reaching about 3,500 jin at level nine.

However, once the tenth level of divine power is comprehended, it is a huge boost, directly increasing the basic strength from 3,500 jin to 5,000 jin. This one-time physical improvement is equivalent to the previous three levels, allowing one to crush martial artists below the tenth level. This is one of its characteristics.

Then comes the second feature, which is also the most important feature.

That is the God of Power, a god within power, a god within flesh, a manifestation of the high integration of spirit and mental strength into power.

In layman's terms, it's about momentum; within the strength and power of the body, there is a vibrant life force that reveals its sharpness.

Once you reach the Divine Power level, a single thought can make others feel your powerful aura and strong life essence, inspiring awe and fear, like a fierce tiger patrolling the forest. Just standing still is enough to make people tremble with fear.

Although the power of the will of the Grandmaster of Divine Will that my master had mentioned was worlds apart from that of the Grandmaster of Divine Will.

However, there is a similarity: the power of grandmasters may also have increased step by step from these realms.

This second characteristic is the most important.

It is said that by comprehending this, one's mental and spiritual strength will be further enhanced, allowing one to combine it with an equally powerful physique to proceed to the next stage of transcendent cultivation.

[The Four-Bend River Breathing Method reviews the characteristics of a level 10 martial artist, then begins to contemplate the Four-Bend Unceasing Vast Breathing Method: unceasing power, unceasing mental strength, unceasing flesh and blood, vast and boundless, mind and strength united, intention and strength united... The understanding of the Four-Bend Breathing Method is enhanced...]

He practiced for a while.

Zhang Qingshan stopped.

He took out the Divine Power Pill given to him by his master, and swallowed one.

The pill was of unknown origin. As soon as it was swallowed, a torrent of intense heat exploded within the body, accompanied by the roars of tigers and the bellows of elephants.

The body is expanding, and the blood, energy, and strength are increasing wildly.

There was also a restlessness within his spirit, a fierce intent being aroused, which then intertwined with those forces.

My body felt like it was about to explode, and I immediately knew that I should punch to vent my anger and use breathing techniques to regulate my body.

Zhang Qingshan moved, unleashing a series of chaotic punches, each with surging power and accompanied by his inner energy, the force seemingly carrying a fierce intent.

I feel that my strength is more powerful when I unleash it.

After a while, suppressing the urge to vent further, reason led him to begin using breathing techniques to regulate the lingering heat and ferocious will.

[…Introduction to the Four-Bend Breathing Technique… Jiang Liu felt an endless stream of insights wash over him as he practiced the Four-Bend Breathing Technique. The effects of the Divine Power Pill awakened something deep within his bloodline, causing him to continuously grow…improve…improve…improve…]

[The Four-Bend Breathing Technique has reached the proficiency level... It's still improving. Jiang Liu's Four-Bend Breathing Technique is shouting, "More! More! It thinks it's doing well..."]

Zhang Qingshan felt the heat from the Divine Power Pill gradually subside.

Knowing that he possessed extraordinary martial arts talent, he quickly absorbed the effects of the medicine, and perhaps continuing to take it immediately would not have any adverse effects.

But he managed to suppress it; the effects of the medicine were just fading, not completely disappearing.

It's better to play it safe.

[Jiang Liu, realizing he had been too hasty with his Four-Bend Breathing Technique, began to more earnestly and subtly comprehend the effects of the Divine Power Pill. Simultaneously, he explored the innate breathing techniques within his bloodline. He understood again: the heat within the pill represented power, and the faint roars of tigers and elephants represented spirit... His mastery of the breathing technique improved once more... He felt that minor success was not far off!]

This is my advantage.

If others were to consume this pill, they could only find a glimmer of inspiration in the act of venting their frustrations, hoping to use this glimmer of inspiration to enhance their understanding.

Zhang Qingshan swallowed it, and his martial arts fully absorbed the benefits of the pill, taking full advantage of all its benefits.

continue!

In the rapid improvement of breathing techniques.

What medicine shop or mountain gang, it doesn't seem to matter that much.

One day...two days...three days:

[Jiang Liu's Four-Bend Breathing Technique suddenly stirred within him; he found a method to fuse the life force within his body's power, and thus achieved minor success in the Four-Bend Unceasing Vast Breathing Technique...]

No more hesitation.

There is also a Divine Power Pill.

boom!

[The Four-Bend Breathing Technique of the River Flow was overwhelmed by inspiration; my understanding of power and momentum continued to rise. I've got it, I've got it, I've got it...]

Two days later.

in the afternoon.

Inside the cultivation grounds of the Medicine Manor Master.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Inside his body, explosions rang out continuously, his flesh and bones underwent sudden changes, and streams of power were constantly being generated.

Even the maidservant waiting in a corner could hear the explosive sound of flesh and blood changing.

They didn't understand martial arts, but at that moment they just felt weak all over.

Because amidst those sounds, the manor lord, Seventh Master, seemed to have become fierce and powerful, and one could feel a wave of heat emanating from him, making one's legs weak as if facing a ferocious beast.

Zhang Qingshan suppressed his life force.

Then he waved his hand and said, "Medicine!"

Only then did the maids muster their courage and bring over basins of medicinal soup.

Zhang Qingshan swallowed the juice and dregs along with the medicine, and then ate a large bowl of stewed meat. Only then did he feel that the hunger he felt after the breakthrough had subsided somewhat.

He waved for the maid to leave.

He felt his body become stronger, his blood and energy were abundant, and a surge of anger in his heart seemed ready to be released at any time to display his mighty aura.

"Martial Artist Level 10 has been reached!"

He sighed to himself, realizing he hadn't even had a chance to settle into his seat at the pharmacy before it was time to head back to the city.