Performance

"Truly a mid-grade mortal-tier fierce beast."

Lin Sheng let out another sigh, calming his somewhat restless mood.

He then assumed his stance and began practicing the Raging Bull Fist.

He was very curious if the Iron Yak that had entered his body now truly provided some sort of boost to his Raging Bull Fist cultivation.

As he struck his stance, Lin Sheng quickly felt a difference from before.

This time, he simply felt an indescribable, inexplicable sensation while practicing the Raging Bull Fist.

It was as if these moves were hidden within his instincts. He even sensed some imperfections in the stances and instinctively made subtle adjustments, giving him an indescribable sense of clarity.

Raging Bull Fist, First Stance.

Half an hour passed quickly.

Not only did he not feel any fatigue this time, but he felt invigorated instead.

The movements that had felt awkward during practice were now extremely smooth, feeling as natural as moving his own limbs.

He didn't stop, but subconsciously began circulating his internal energy according to the Qi Circulation method.

Unlike the awkwardness he felt when circulating his Blood Essence a few days prior, this time the Qi Circulation method was perfectly synchronized. He could even feel his internal Blood Essence subtly responding to his circulation, becoming more active.

Time flowed by quietly. Another half an hour passed, and Lin Sheng remained immersed in his Raging Bull Fist practice. His stances shifted constantly, and his internal energy flowed and circulated with them.

As it circulated, his internal Blood Essence became more and more active, its speed within his body increasing, as if reaching a critical point. With a bang, it was like a cork being pulled from a bottleneck.

Lin Sheng's movements paused, and he felt a surge of warmth within him.

"I've initiated it!?"

His face was flushed red as he felt the incredibly active Blood Essence within his body. A look of joy spread across his face.

His entire body was crimson, as if engorged with blood, yet his condition was better than ever.

According to Tian Hu's previous teachings, the seamless integration of Blood Essence and its nourishment of the body signified true initiation into the Raging Bull Fist.

At this moment, he clearly felt the changes in his body. The strength that had surged after the Iron Yak entered his body had increased even further.

Of course, the increase couldn't compare to the Iron Yak's assimilation, but it was roughly equivalent to the strength boost from the rock sheep's assimilation.

A wide smile graced his face.

What surprised him wasn't just his successful initiation, but that the Iron Yak assimilation genuinely provided a quite significant boost to his Raging Bull Fist cultivation.

The feeling was akin to suddenly transforming from an ordinary person into a rare martial arts prodigy.

Of course, this enhancement effect was limited to the Raging Bull Fist. However, with this beginning, he could choose to assimilate fierce beasts when practicing other martial arts, and he was confident the results wouldn't disappoint.

"It seems that in the future, when choosing martial arts, I should focus on those created by observing fierce beasts, like the Raging Bull Fist," Lin Sheng thought, filled with anticipation for the future.

He suppressed his excitement, took a few deep breaths, and began to carefully sense the changes after his breakthrough.

"Tian Hu said that after successfully initiating the Raging Bull Fist, strength increases by about thirty percent. That seems to be true. Besides the most obvious increase in strength, other aspects also seem to have improved, though not as significantly as strength."

"This is just the initial initiation. If I cultivate the Raging Bull Fist to a higher level, how much will it further enhance my strength?"

Lin Sheng murmured to himself. He knew very well that the Raging Bull Fist was just a very ordinary cultivation technique among martial arts.

Then what kind of effects would higher-tier martial arts have!?

Gurgle gurgle...

A sound from his stomach made Lin Sheng realize the intense hunger he was feeling.

Without delay, he quickly started a fire and cooked, throwing all five pounds of the pig offal he had just bought into the pot.

Soon, a meaty aroma wafted out, and he began to devour it without waiting for it to cool.

The entire five pounds of pig offal were gone in a flash.

Lin Sheng clutched his stomach, but felt no discomfort from overeating. It seemed the five pounds of pig offal had only just filled him up.

"Martial arts truly aren't something ordinary families can afford to cultivate..."

With that thought, Lin Sheng hastily rinsed himself off and went back to the street to buy more offal. After all, he was full, but there were still two elders at home.

As night fell.

Since he had successfully initiated the Raging Bull Fist, he only practiced a few stances that night before going to bed early.

The pressure of the past few days had all dissipated today, and he was sure to get a good night's sleep.

"Now that I've successfully initiated the first stance of the Raging Bull Fist, I need to figure out how to get the rest of the cultivation methods."

Lin Sheng lay with his eyes open, gazing at the starry sky through the small window of his room.

Martial arts were definitely a rarity here. Even ordinary martial arts like the Raging Bull Fist were not easily obtainable by common people.

Although Great Yan did not prohibit martial arts, its control over them was quite strict.

Martial arts that circulated in the market, even ordinary ones, were quite expensive and beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Therefore, for ordinary people to practice martial arts, they either had to go through the Great Yan official channels or through the influential aristocratic families.

This was also why all the workers in the slaughterhouse eagerly signed up when they heard the Beast Hunter Hall was recruiting.

In a world like this, having martial arts meant being able to change one's destiny.

However, the Town Mountain Tower was no easy opponent either.

The Raging Bull Fist they taught them was merely an introductory cultivation method.

As for what came next, one had to officially join the Beast Hunter Hall to be qualified to learn it.

"Beast Hunter Hall..."

Chewing on the name, Lin Sheng gradually drifted off to sleep.

Time flowed by quietly, and three days quickly passed.

In the drying yard outside the slaughterhouse.

"Alright, now strike a fighting stance and let me see your progress."

Tian Hu sat with his knees hugged, calmly watching the crowd in the yard.

As the deputy hall master of the Beast Hunter Hall, he had no objections to selecting disciples from other halls.

It was just that among the few halls he was responsible for, there weren't many disciples who caught his attention.

Fortunately, he hadn't held out much hope to begin with. After all, most of the disciples from these halls came from poor families, and whether they could even eat their fill was a question, let alone whether their bodies were well-nourished. Even if there were some promising seedlings, their potential and Blood Essence would decline if they were delayed for too long under such circumstances.

There were only about thirty people standing in the yard now, less than half of those who had initially signed up.

Clearly, many had recognized reality and, after fruitless hard training, had no choice but to give up.

After all, many of them were the pillars of their families and couldn't persist like this forever.

The remaining people either felt they had made some progress in their cultivation or their family conditions were slightly better, and they were unwilling to give up just like that.

As Tian Hu spoke, the remaining skinners all struck their fighting stances and began to practice.

Tian Hu watched them indifferently.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, he let out a soft exclamation, his gaze fixed on a somewhat thin young man standing behind the skinners.