Seven Injuries Fist Breakthrough, Snatching Medicine, Snatching Evil Arts!

That night, after confirming this idea, Su Que felt his spirits lift.

Earlier, he had heard from some wandering martial artists about large cities where gangs and evil sects held sway.

But at the time, he deemed his strength too low and, for safety's sake, avoided provoking those gangs and evil sects in the big cities.

Even the small group of White Lotus Sect disciples throwing their weight around in little Jade Water City—he hadn't stirred them up before.

Now, however, his strength had reached the level of a Four-Blood Warrior.

He had learned that even the head of Poshhan Martial Arts School was merely a Four-Blood Warrior.

He didn't know the strength of the White Lotus Sect's top leader in Jade Water City.

But he knew he was no longer weak.

Su Que suddenly remembered his medicinal herbs were nearly exhausted.

He could follow the person who sold herbs to the martial arts school to the White Lotus Sect's herb storage.

"When I grab the herbs, I can catch one or two low-ranking White Lotus disciples and ask them about the sect's strength in Jade Water City and how many evil martial arts they've hoarded here."

"If my strength allows it, I'll take those too!"

Having made up his mind, Su Que stopped dwelling on it. He slowly gathered his Heart Intent and began cultivating the Seven Injuries Fist.

Sixteen days passed without notice.

After dinner, Su Que left the city and went to the woods to hunt and barbecue.

While grilling, he also brewed the night's dose of Startling Blood Soup.

After eating and drinking the medicinal soup, Su Que took a stance in a clearing in the forest and began practicing the Seven Injuries Fist.

He sank his waist, planted his horse stance, and swung his fists, unleashing the Seven Injuries Fist at full power!

The sound of his fists striking the air cracked through the forest like firecrackers.

The fierce wind from his punches rustled the branches around him.

All seven techniques of the Seven Injuries Fist were executed simultaneously. Seven invisible forces wove and roamed through the air, subtly distorting the space around Su Que.

Before long, Su Que suddenly felt a vast power brewing inside him, like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

"I'm about to break through!"

His heart surged, and he kept swinging his fists!

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

Su Que threw five consecutive punches. In an instant, a force exploded within him!

Suddenly, his five organs, limbs, and bones were bathed in a wave of comfort.

His entire skeleton rang with a continuous hum!

"Breakthrough!"

Name: Su Que (18 years old)

Lifespan: 128

Talent Value: 23

Martial Arts: Seven Injuries Fist (6th Realm, Miraculous 1%), Five Animal Frolics (1st Realm, Initial Glimpse 1%)

Internal Skill: Wedding Dress Divine Skill (4th Realm, Outstanding 2%)

Lifespan increased by five years; Talent Value increased by one point.

Moreover, thanks to the earlier increase in talent, the progress of the Seven Injuries Fist hadn't slowed down too noticeably.

So, after the breakthrough, Su Que continued practicing the Seven Injuries Fist in the forest.

Because of the realm breakthrough, the reach of his seven fist forces had expanded.

Within three steps, even if his fists couldn't touch the opponent's body, he could still injure them with the force.

Ten days later, Su Que's Seven Injuries Fist reached 6th Realm, Miraculous 36%, and the pace of progress gradually slowed.

With the improvement of the Seven Injuries Fist, his Lifespan increased by three years, and his Talent Value gained another point due to the five-plus-one rule.

Seeing the Seven Injuries Fist slow down, he switched to cultivating the Wedding Dress Divine Skill.

Ten days later, he reached 4th Realm, Outstanding 30%, granting him three more years of Lifespan.

But he noticed one thing.

—The herbs were only enough for five more days.

"Time to grab the herbs and the evil martial arts..."

The next night, Su Que wore a black night-action outfit, donned the Monkey Mask, and let his hair loose. Hidden in the shadows far from Poshhan Martial Arts School, he saw a horse-drawn cart emerge from the school.

The cart carried a large wooden crate and rumbled down a street.

It looked like the carriage was headed to load medicinal herbs.

Poshhan Martial Arts School had over a hundred disciples and also sold medicinal broth to outsiders. Given the large volume of herbs they bought, it was no surprise they used big wooden crates.

When the carriage turned into a street, Su Que immediately kicked off the ground, his figure blurring as he slipped into another patch of shadow.

Then, keeping to the shadowed walls, he trailed the carriage from a distance, staying close behind.

Two burly men sat side by side at the front of the carriage, both disciples of Poshhan Martial Arts School.

Before long, the carriage stopped at a residence.

One of the Poshhan disciples jumped down, walked to the gate, and tapped the door with his knuckles.

Soon, the vermilion gate cracked open, and an eye peered through the gap.

Recognizing the visitor, the owner of the eye opened the door fully and let the carriage in.

Taking advantage of the open door, Su Que quickly peered into the residence.

The courtyard inside was spacious, paved with bluestone slabs.

By the high walls, several men stood guard, weapons in hand.

That meant if he tried to scale the wall and enter, he'd be spotted by the guards.

"Looks like I'll have to force my way in. I just don't know how strong the martial artists inside are."

"Better grab someone to question."

About the time it takes a stick of incense to burn, the Poshhan carriage emerged from the residence.

Catching the faint medicinal scent wafting from the carriage, Su Que immediately confirmed this place was a herb depot.

He just didn't know whether the guards inside belonged to the Medicine Gang or the White Lotus Sect.

The man who had opened the door was now closing it.

Just as the gap narrowed to only one person's width, he suddenly saw a hand reach through the crack.

It grabbed him by the front of his robe!

And yanked!

Before he could even cry out, he was pulled out by an irresistible force.

Su Que dragged the man out and immediately swept him to the side.

The man was hauled along, feet scraping the ground, and soon his shoes were worn through.

Inside the residence, the guards by the high walls were baffled to see their companion suddenly lurch out through the door crack.

Because of the angle, they hadn't seen Su Que's hand.

"What happened?"

They exchanged puzzled looks.

One of them glanced at the others. "Old Liu, Xiao Gao, Xiao Quan, Xiao Chen—how about we go out and check?"

Then he turned to another. "You, report this to Brother Xue!"

The "Brother Xue" he mentioned was the man in charge of this herb depot.

The speaker was the strongest among them, and the others followed his orders.

Under his lead, the five of them, including himself, rushed out of the residence.

The man Su Que was dragging tried to shout.

Su Que immediately punched him in the mouth. Bam! Two front teeth flew off and lodged in his throat, cutting off his yell.

Su Que threw him to the side, then swiftly drew a dagger from his clothes and pressed it to the man's throat.

In a gruff voice, he demanded:

"Are you from the White Lotus Sect? Speak!"

With that, he drove the dagger an inch into the man's neck, drawing a line of blood.

Feeling the pain in his throat, the man thought the whole blade was about to pierce through. Terrified, his crotch was suddenly soaked.

He had killed people without blinking an eye, but now that his own life was threatened, panic consumed him.

"Answer me!"

Su Que shifted the dagger.

"I am!"

The White Lotus disciple hurriedly replied.

"How many people are in that residence, and what are their cultivation levels?"

Su Que asked.

"..."

The White Lotus cultist broke out in a cold sweat, his eyes blinking wildly. For a moment, his mind went blank from sheer tension!

"Speak!"

Su Que pressed the dagger in a little deeper.

Jolted by the pain, the White Lotus cultist shuddered as if suddenly remembering everything, and hurriedly replied:

"Seventeen people. Eight are unranked... five One-Blood Warriors, three Two-Blood Warriors, and one Three Blood Martial Artist!"

Hearing this, Su Que relaxed.

With that lineup, he could kill them all.

"Who are you? How dare you mess with someone from the White Lotus Sect?"

By now, the five White Lotus cultists who had been guarding the residence had caught up.

Chi!

Without answering the man's question, Su Que drove the dagger into the throat of the cultist beside him, right before the five men's widening eyes.

The blade pulled free, and blood shot out like an arrow.

Su Que wiped the dagger clean on the dead cultist's robes, sheathed it, tucked it close to his body, and then walked toward the five White Lotus cultists behind him.