A Blood-Moving Realm has arrived in the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes.

After Zhang Huai finished his practice, the old man's expression softened slightly, but he still sighed heavily and said, "I've seen through you, kid. You're simply not suited to learn this kind of kung fu that requires internal strength. You don't need to touch the Pure Qi Technique and the Guiding Technique anymore."

As the sage said, teaching should be tailored to individual students; you shouldn't waste any more time on this.

Unfortunately, I don't know much about the path to your innate superhuman strength, nor do I have any ready-made methods for you. However, I have two sentences that can offer some guidance.

Zhang Huai was also well aware that he was completely ignorant of these profound internal martial arts techniques.

In martial arts, one should not try to learn too much at once. Instead of obsessively pursuing so-called peerless techniques, it is better to find one that truly suits you.

Seeing the old man change the subject, he immediately perked up his ears. Even if the old man didn't have a suitable cultivation method for him, his experience of living for over a hundred years was invaluable advice.

Zhang Huai stood respectfully to the side, his gaze fixed intently on the old man.

The old man stroked his gray beard and hair, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his cloudy eyes, and slowly spoke:

"Since your seven orifices and six meridians are blocked, you should maximize your advantages. I can feel your blood and qi surging within you, but you haven't unleashed your full strength yet, or rather, there must be something restricting you. Am I right?"

Zhang Huai was startled. He hadn't expected the old man to be able to see through his problem just by observing him. He nodded noncommittally, not intending to hide anything, and just waited for the old man to continue.

The old man continued:

"I suspect the reason you can't unleash your full power is mostly because your physical body is holding you back."

Your body is far from being able to support your innate superhuman strength.

It's like a thoroughbred horse pulling a broken-down cart. If the axle is weak and the frame flimsy, no matter how strong its legs are, it won't run fast or far, and might even break the cart apart.

"Senior, are you sure? Brother Zhang's physique is still considered weak?" Yang Guo, who was standing to the side, was shocked and couldn't help but interject.

When he sparred with Zhang Huai, Zhang Huai used only his physical strength to beat him to a standstill. He threw a punch at Zhang Huai's shoulder with all his might, but it felt like he had hit an iron plate. His own fist was numb with pain. Even scratching the other man's skin required a lot of effort. He found it hard to believe the old man's words.

He turned to look at Zhang Huai, his eyes full of doubt: "Brother Zhang, is what the senior said true? You really haven't used your full strength yet?"

Zhang Huai simply frowned, pondering the old man's words intently.

He himself had long known that his physical body was limiting his power, but he had been struggling to find a way to improve it.

He looked down at his arms, which were clearly defined and looked incredibly strong. But only he knew that after each exertion of his full strength, his muscles would ache slightly, as if they were about to burst from the force. This was a sign that his body couldn't keep up with the power.

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Yang Guo became anxious and stepped forward to tug at his sleeve: "Brother Zhang, say something!"

Zhang Huai looked at Yang Guo and chuckled. Finally, he could put on a show in front of this kid.

He replied calmly, "That's right, senior is correct. My physical body is indeed not yet able to bear all of my power."

Yang Guo was stunned on the spot, his whole body went numb, and he was speechless for a moment.

He subconsciously looked down at his own arm, then at Zhang Huai's, and felt that all the martial arts he had practiced over the past ten years had been for nothing.

Yang Guo: I'm numb. I'd eat anyone.

"Senior, what should I do?" Zhang Huai immediately suppressed his smile and asked the old man respectfully, his tone full of earnestness.

"Young man, you're lucky. Although I don't practice this path, I've done quite a bit of research on it." The old man stroked his beard and smiled, a hint of pride in his eyes. He continued, "Physical cultivation can't rely solely on brute force. You have to start with the four aspects: tendons and bones, qi and blood, skin and flesh, and internal organs, progressing layer by layer, in order to break through the limits. These four complement each other and are indispensable. If any link is missing, you won't achieve anything."

The old man paused, his gaze sweeping over Zhang Huai, and said, word by word:

"First, strengthen your muscles and bones. This means constantly adapting your body to your strength, supplemented by heavy objects, and gradually pushing the limits of the strength your body can withstand."

However, this kind of practice will eventually hit a ceiling, which requires the second step – nourishing qi and blood.

Your blood and energy are vigorous, but they're like a wild horse, uncontrollable. You need to find a way to rein them in and use your blood and energy to replace the function of internal force.

Zhang Huai nodded, half understanding, silently noting the old man's words, and then asked, "And then, senior? How do you force flesh?"

"Third, strengthening the skin and flesh. This is the most difficult hurdle." The old man sighed, his tone becoming more serious. "It's not that the method is complicated; in fact, it's quite simple. The difficulty lies in needing various precious herbs to accompany the medicinal bath. The herbs you need at the beginning can be found in the mountains or bought at trading shops."

As the skin and flesh grow stronger, the medicinal materials needed become increasingly precious, such as thousand-year-old ginseng, Tian Shan snow lotus, and dragon's blood, which are rare and hard to come by.

Once it appears in the world, it will surely cause a bloodbath in the martial arts world. Even ordinary people who obtain it can undergo a complete transformation, experiencing a metamorphosis and having the opportunity to join the ranks of unparalleled masters.

Zhang Huai felt a chill in his heart, and the expectation on his face instantly faded.

In the original novel of The Return of the Condor Heroes, there was no mention of these divine medicines. Thousand-year-old ginseng and snow lotus from Tianshan Mountain sounded like legendary things. Where was he supposed to find them? Could it be that his path of body cultivation was going to be blocked by medicinal herbs right at the beginning?

"Finally," the old man continued, his tone becoming more relaxed, "strengthen the lungs and internal organs. The lungs and internal organs are the source of qi and blood, the foundation of the physical body. If the lungs and internal organs are weak, even the strongest muscles, bones, and flesh are just empty shells."

"However, this is something I'm not very good at either, and I don't have any particularly good methods. But as you improve in the first three aspects, your lungs and internal organs will naturally improve as well. With more nourishment of qi and blood, your internal organs will naturally become stronger and stronger, which should be enough. There's no need to worry too much."

Zhang Huai, however, had a different idea.

The "original truth" in his mind was constantly emitting a faint warm light. He could clearly feel that this light was like a trickle, slowly flowing through his body, traveling along the meridians, tendons, bones, and flesh, as if nourishing his body at all times.

According to his guess, even if he did nothing but live a normal life every day, his physical fitness in all aspects could slowly approach its limit, but this process would be extremely long.

He could clearly feel the changes in his body—looking down at the back of his hand, the thin cut from Yang Guo's sword during their sparring that morning had already healed in just a few hours, leaving only a faint red mark. In a little while, even that red mark would probably disappear; his energy and spirit had also been growing stronger day by day.

Putting aside everything else, before his transmigration, his body would fall into extreme fatigue after each Supreme Bone resonance, feeling weak and sore all over, and it would take a long time to recover. But when he came out of the brothel the day before yesterday, he was still in high spirits, full of energy, and didn't feel tired at all.

Zhang Huai guessed that it was probably the "Original True Understanding" that was secretly working to nourish his body, which made his recovery ability and physical fitness far exceed those of ordinary people.

That's about it.

Seeing Zhang Huai lost in thought, the old man didn't disturb him. He waited until Zhang Huai came to his senses before continuing.

"You can look for herbs on the mountain for the next couple of days. I wouldn't dare dream of a thousand-year-old divine medicine, but gathering angelica, safflower, pine resin, and mugwort for your first body-strengthening session shouldn't be a problem. I have some here too; I'll wrap them up for you later. Go back and brew a medicinal bath to try it out and feel the medicinal effects entering your body."

As the old man spoke, he reached for the wine jar beside him, broke the mud seal, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp. The wine dripped down his chin and onto his clothes, but he didn't care. He then picked up the chicken leg on the table and took a big bite.

Zhang Huai was filled with gratitude. He bowed deeply to the old man, his waist bent extremely low: "Thank you for your guidance, senior. I will never forget your great kindness."

"Don't give me that platitude."

The old man slurped the chicken leg clean, chewing even the bones, and swallowed it, mumbling indistinctly.

"Instead of wasting your time, you might as well go find some herbs, or practice the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Steps again."

Although your seven orifices and six meridians are blocked, learning this footwork will be several times more difficult than for ordinary people, and it will be hard to reach the level of complete control. But at least it can strengthen your lower body, making you more stable and giving you a more solid foundation when exerting force. So it's still somewhat useful.

Zhang Huai nodded in agreement, already having made his plans.

He decided to first go to the mountain to find herbs, and then use the herbs given by the old man to do his first medicinal bath to experience the effects of body tempering. After that, he would carry stones and hit trees every day to strengthen his muscles and bones, and use the "Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams Steps" to temper his lower body, taking it one step at a time.

Thinking about the body-refining path that was about to begin, he was really looking forward to it and couldn't wait to set off to find herbs.

Yang Guo, listening with envy, moved closer to the old man, rubbing his hands together and saying with a smile, "Senior, what about me? Can I also train my body with Brother Zhang? I want to become as powerful as Brother Zhang!"

The old man glanced at him and said irritably, "You have good potential, kid, you're suited to practicing internal energy. Don't meddle with this nonsense. Focus on learning your martial arts; you might not be any worse than him in the future."

Yang Guo pursed his lips, but dared not refute, and could only look at Zhang Huai with longing, his heart filled with envy.

Seeing this, Zhang Huai patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Brother Yang, don't be in a hurry. Let me test the effect first. If it works, we can figure it out together."

Yang Guo's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly, "Okay! Brother Zhang, I'll go with you to find herbs!"

The old man looked at the two of them, shook his head, took another sip of wine, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, as if he saw his younger self.