Eagle Claw Iron Shirt Great Accomplishment

Inside the room.

After Changbai Old Daoist left, Jiang Dao frowned.

"Dad, is this old guy telling the truth, or is he trying to trick us?"

"Whether it's true or not, we can only rely on him now."

Jiang Dalong's expression was grim. "Dao'er, don't wander around these few days. I'll go talk to the magistrate again today. No matter what, I have to get him to agree to send you to the city. Our Jiang family can't all die here!"

Jiang Dao fell silent, feeling even more pressure.

After breakfast, Jiang Dao found Pang Lin again.

"Master Pang, do you have any other martial arts?"

"Other martial arts? Aren't you practicing the staff art anymore, young master?"

Pang Lin was slightly taken aback, then seemed to understand.

Indeed.

He's a young master who hasn't suffered hardship. The process of practicing martial arts is incredibly painful. After trying it once, why would he continue?

Pang Lin assumed Jiang Dao was afraid of getting tired and wanted to switch to other martial arts. He pondered for a moment, "As for other martial arts, what I have left are just some minor skills. They can't compare to the Mad Demon Staff Art at all. The Mad Demon Staff Art is my renowned ultimate skill, perfected over many years. Every move and every stance contains countless principles. Once you master this, you don't need to learn any other minor skills."

"Then, Master Pang, do you have any internal cultivation or mental techniques?"

Jiang Dao asked.

"Internal cultivation or mental techniques?"

Pang Lin was stunned and looked surprised. "I don't know where you heard about these things, young master, but they aren't easy to come by. Among the martial artists I know, almost no one practices them.

It's said that only some major sects possess them, but even within those sects, these techniques are incredibly expensive. Only leaders or sect masters can access them. I once heard someone spent hundreds of thousands of taels of silver and still couldn't get a copy."

"I see."

Jiang Dao showed disappointment.

But this was still a direction.

At least it let him know that internal cultivation existed in this world.

"By the way, Master Pang, aren't martial artists in this world divided into realms?"

Jiang Dao suddenly asked.

"Of course, they are. However, in our Hengzhou City, realms aren't that important because there aren't many martial artists here. In the central region of the Great Ye Dynasty, martial arts are divided into several levels: the Body Refinement Realm, the Blood Tempering Realm, and the Divine Strength Realm."

Pang Lin explained in detail.

"Take me, for example. I've practiced the Mad Demon Staff Art for thirty-eight years, and I'm still only at the Mid Body Refinement Realm. My strongest exertion can reach 400 jin. In Hengzhou City, I'm already considered a top-tier expert. But reaching the next level, Blood Tempering, might be impossible for me in this lifetime!"

Jiang Dao was secretly amazed.

Body Refinement, Blood Tempering, Divine Strength.

Pang Lin was only at Mid Body Refinement!

Mid Body Refinement was already considered a first-class expert in Hengzhou City.

What about himself?

He was definitely far stronger than Pang Lin now.

"Then, Master Pang, do you know of any other martial arts that are comparable to the Mad Demon Staff Art?"

Jiang Dao inquired.

"Other martial arts?"

Pang Lin pondered. "In our Jiang family, there are two other individuals with decent martial arts. They were both recruited by the master a few years ago and had made a name for themselves in the jianghu. However, their martial arts are slightly inferior to the Mad Demon Staff Art. One is Fang Biao, who practices the Blood Shadow Saber Art, which has a total of seventy-seven, forty-nine forms. The other is Wang Xing, who practices the Eagle Claw Iron Shirt."

"Blood Shadow Saber Art, Eagle Claw Iron Shirt."

Jiang Dao's eyes flickered.

If he could learn these two skills, with the system's modification, his strength would definitely increase.

"Thank you, Master Pang."

Jiang Dao expressed his gratitude.

He then left the place.

Thanks to his father Jiang Dalong's influence, Jiang Dao quickly found the guards Fang Biao and Wang Xing.

These two were also considered minor leaders within the Jiang family compound.

With Jiang Dao's sweet talk, both readily agreed. They didn't believe Jiang Dao could persevere for long anyway, so they figured it was just playing along with him, and why not?

The entire day passed.

The two imparted their respective martial arts to Jiang Dao.

Jiang Dao only glanced at them once, and two martial arts appeared on his panel.

Evening.

He returned to his room and immediately began adding points to these two martial arts.

Just like before, in less than half a minute, the Blood Shadow Saber Art and Eagle Claw Iron Shirt were both advanced to sixty years in the future.

The entire panel changed again.

Swish!

Name: Jiang Dao

Strength: 1.5

Speed: 1.3

Spirit: 1.2

Martial Arts:

Mad Demon Staff Art (Sixty Years Later) [Cannot Modify]

Blood Shadow Saber Art (Sixty Years Later) [Cannot Modify]

Eagle Claw Iron Shirt (Sixty Years Later) [Cannot Modify]

In an instant, a flood of information surged into Jiang Dao's mind. Simultaneously, his body underwent changes, as if he had truly practiced diligently for decades. His physique and muscles were all transformed.

Especially the Eagle Claw Iron Shirt, which greatly enhanced his physique.

Jiang Dao's body already had quite a bit of muscle, but now it became even more developed. Beneath his skin, a thick layer of fascia had formed, like tough leather.

If someone were to stab him with a dagger, they would encounter immense resistance. The dagger would feel like it was striking stone, making it difficult to penetrate.

"Mastered again!"

Jiang Dao was shocked.

This was too monstrous.

It was a realm that an ordinary person could never reach in a lifetime.

Putting aside other things, within the entire Hengzhou City, Jiang Dao was undoubtedly the undisputed top expert!

However!

He gazed at the panel, lost in thought.

"Can I only add points up to sixty years in the future? Can't I go to a hundred?"

Gurgle gurgle.

Suddenly, his stomach rumbled intensely with hunger once more.

A strong wave of dizziness washed over his mind.

"Hungry, so hungry..."

Jiang Dao shook his head, opened his room door, and walked out.

This was clearly a sign of his body's energy being overdrawn.

"Bi Yu..."

Jiang Dao called out, asking Bi Yu to prepare dinner.

Half an hour later.

Jiang Dao transformed into a gluttonous beast, devouring everything on the table with a speed that left the maid Bi Yu staring in astonishment.

"Young Master, are... are you really alright?"

The little maid asked in shock.

"Burp..."

Jiang Dao let out a satisfied burp. "I'm fine, clean this up."

He stood up and walked towards the door, intending to move around a bit.

He felt his current state was at its absolute peak.

His limbs and bones were filled with power.

Arriving in the courtyard, he looked at a stone table to the side. Suddenly, he reached out his palm, like an eagle's claw, and with lightning speed, grabbed it. Effortlessly, he ripped off a piece of the hard marble table.

The exceptionally tough marble felt like crumbling debris in his hands. He squeezed it with his five fingers, and with a crunching sound, it slowly turned into stone dust.

"With this kind of strength, can I still not deal with evil spirits?"

Jiang Dao pondered.

He had mastered all three of his martial arts, reaching the sixty-year cultivation level. Marble was like tofu in his hands, yet he wondered if he was still no match for evil spirits?

And what about that Changbai Old Daoist? What was his actual strength, and what methods did he possess?

Jiang Dao felt it was time to probe the depths of that old Daoist.

If not, allowing him to control the Jiang family would spell their doom sooner or later.

Even if they weren't killed by the evil spirit, they would gradually be drained by this old Daoist in various ways.

Towards the old Daoist, a killing intent had already stirred within his heart.

A guest bullying the host, this is taboo!

"Young Master, the Master is back. He wants you to go over."

Suddenly, a servant rushed over and said hastily.

"Alright, I'll go over now."

Jiang Dao casually tossed aside the lime in his hand and walked towards Jiang Dalong.

Crack!

As soon as he approached Jiang Dalong's courtyard, he heard sounds of things being smashed.

At the same time, there were bursts of angry shouts and sounds of painful crying.

Jiang Dao frowned and quickened his pace.