Wang Zhi

Blood Tempering: Entry Level!

Chen Sanshi exhaled a breath of stale air.

What was called Blood Tempering entry level...

was to cultivate a wisp of special "Qi and Blood" within the body.

Martial artists could use this wisp of Qi and Blood to strengthen their attacks.

The stronger the Qi and Blood, the longer one could maintain peak combat strength.

Just as the Hundred Household Commander had said, only after reaching the Blood Tempering realm could one understand the importance of Qi and Blood quality.

This was just the beginning. In the future, the gap between ordinary breathing techniques and the Vast Exhalation Breathing Technique would only widen.

"Stab me!"

Wang Zhi's shout echoed in his ears. "I'm telling you to stab me with your spear!"

Chen Sanshi didn't understand why, but he didn't hold back. He grabbed the Plum Blossom Iron Spear, channeled his Qi and Blood into his right arm, and thrust the spear towards the Hundred Household Commander's face.

"Clang—"

Fatty Wang parried with his scabbard, confirming the strength of the attack. "You've really cultivated Qi and Blood?"

How long had it been?

At most, six days!

Anyone who could cultivate Qi and Blood within a month meant limitless potential.

What did six days mean?!

Even more terrifying was that he was practicing the Vast Exhalation Breathing Technique!

The Vast Exhalation Breathing Technique was indeed stronger, but it also meant that cultivating Qi and Blood through it would be much more difficult.

Even so, it only took him six days!

What kind of talent was this?

After his shock, Wang Zhi struggled to control his facial expression. "You're passable, kid. Not bad."

"Passable my ass!"

Hearing the commotion, Commander Liu and Commander Xiong, who had come looking for them, also saw the scene.

Cultivating Qi and Blood in six days, even in the Eight Great Camps, would mark him as a top-tier genius, right?

What had they missed?

If this young man were to enter the Eight Great Camps in the future and be heavily relied upon, he might soar to great heights, becoming a regional governor, or even a high-ranking minister.

At that time, even a slight bit of favoritism due to their past connection would allow them to ascend with him.

Although this was just a possibility, it was still infuriating to have missed out.

"Old Xiong!"

Commander Liu rubbed the hilt of his saber. "Let's take him down another day!"

"No need for another day."

Commander Xiong drew an axe from his qipao. "Today."

The training ground quickly became lively.

When everyone learned that while some were still practicing posture training, Chen Sanshi had already cultivated Qi and Blood, they were all dumbfounded.

Luo Dongquan was also drawn by the noise, his face ashen.

His useless nephew would still need at least seven more days to cultivate Qi and Blood, twice as long.

"Get lost, I'm not in the mood to play with you!"

Wang Zhi ignored the two Hundred Household Commanders and led the young man into the military tent.

He first poured himself a bowl of wine and drank it, then said, "The Thousand Households went to the county town today. When he returns, I'll report it. The qualification for elite selection is yours."

"Thank you, Commander Wang."

Chen Sanshi didn't dare to underestimate this seemingly greedy fatty.

This guy didn't look remarkable, but his strength was extraordinary.

In that previous thrust, he had used his full strength, yet the opponent had easily blocked it with just his scabbard.

The gap in strength was so vast that one truly couldn't underestimate any military officer.

"You've officially become a Martial Master."

Wang Zhi asked, "What weapon do you plan to focus on practicing from now on?"

Chen Sanshi hadn't considered this question.

Fatty Wang explained the system of the military camp.

"During new recruit training, short spears are issued uniformly."

"After the assessment ends, Warrior Recruits can choose their preferred or most skilled weapon, while Infantrymen will be assigned based on troop needs.

"But don't think the Basic Soldier Spear Technique is bad.

"This spear technique was created by the foremost fierce general under Grand Ancestor of Great Sheng. If it were in the martial world, it would definitely be considered a family heirloom by ordinary sects.

"The reason it's used to train new recruits is precisely because it's not easy to learn, and it can test a person's potential ceiling.

"After the test, you can naturally switch your choice."

Chen Sanshi asked doubtfully, "Won't changing weapons affect my martial arts progress?"

"You've only just started and haven't delved deep, so changing paths is easy."

Wang Zhi said, "Besides, there's a saying: 'A month for the staff, a year for the saber, a lifetime for the spear; a treasured sword is kept close.'

"Without a doubt, the spear is the hardest to learn, followed by the sword.

"With your talent, if you followed me to learn the saber, your cultivation speed would be much faster. What do you say, want to consider it?"

Chen Sanshi understood the principle of "an inch longer, an inch stronger."

In the future, on the battlefield, long weapons theoretically had a higher ceiling.

Moreover, even though spear techniques were difficult, it wasn't like he couldn't learn them.

He never pursued quick success; improving his realm step by step would be more solid.

"I'll continue practicing the spear."

Chen Sanshi made his decision.

"You're quite ambitious."

Wang Zhi didn't try to persuade him further and changed the subject, "But Sanshi, with me and Old Liu fighting over you, do you feel like you're about to soar to success?"

"No."

Chen Sanshi knew that the value he had displayed might be quite good.

But he wouldn't be foolish enough to think it was a sure thing.

Possibilities, before they become reality, are just possibilities.

He believed that "geniuses" were never in short supply.

But those who could truly last until the end and stand at the top were not necessarily these "geniuses."

Besides, he never thought of himself as a top-tier genius.

More than anything, it relied on his own effort.

Fatty Wang saying this to him showed that he truly considered him one of his own.

Chen Sanshi cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Commander Wang."

"It's good that you understand, but you don't need to be overly cautious either."

Wang Zhi personally poured two bowls of wine and handed one to Chen Sanshi, "Although I'm only a sixth-rank Hundred Household Commander, I can still protect my subordinates within the territory of Poyang County."

"I will remember that."

Chen Sanshi picked up the bowl and drank it in one gulp.

Commander Wang also finished his drink, then tossed the bowl aside, patted his belly, and walked out, "I'm leaving. I have to carry out a mission with the Lord Thousand Households tonight, to kill the barbarians!"

"Hum--"

Immediately after, the assembly horn sounded in the barracks.

Commander Wang and Commander Liu gathered their men and set off into the city.

"Entering the city again, is it still to hunt down barbarian assassins?"

Chen Sanshi pondered, "It's been so chaotic lately, it's really hard to make a move..."

But he couldn't delay any longer.

Qin Feng had already become a True Disciple. The longer he waited, the more troublesome it would become.

Think of it another way.

Since it's so chaotic, one or two deaths should be quite normal, right?

"Uncle Wang, you're so wicked~"

"You're so big~ Hahahaha!"

Chunman Tower.

In a private room.

Wang Zhi had a woman in each arm, being fed grapes constantly, and occasionally sipping fine wine. He was living the good life.

Across from him.

Sat two young men.

One, dressed in luxurious clothing, held a folding fan, a dashing young man. He also had a beauty in his arms. He was Liang Zhan, the Young Master of the Tianyuan Martial Arts Academy.

Another young man, also dressed in a long robe and looking dignified, was Qin Feng.

He was not accompanied by any women and sat there somewhat stiffly.

"Come, Commander Wang, allow me to toast you."

Liang Zhan raised his cup.

"Excellent, excellent!"

Commander Wang drank heartily.

"Commander Wang,"

Liang Zhan put down his wine cup and asked with a smile, "Have you given any thought to that matter concerning the hunter from the countryside?"

"Who is Young Master Liang referring to?"

Wang Zhi looked bewildered.

"..."

Liang Zhan was silent for a moment, then took a twenty-tael silver ingot from his sleeve and playfully patted it towards Wang Zhi. "Commander Wang, you truly have a forgetful nature!"

Wang Zhi glanced sideways, pursed his lips, and waved his hand. In an instant, the silver vanished.

"Look at my memory!"

He slapped his forehead. "I remember now. Are you talking about the fellow named Qian who lives in Sujia Village? I'll deal with him later, don't worry."

"Lord Wang, you've got it wrong."

Qin Feng, standing beside him, couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly stood up. "I was talking about Chen Sanshi from Yanbian Village."