Seven Injuries Fist, Initial Glimpse!

The White Lotus Sect disciple walked forward while looking back over his shoulder.

Seeing that no one behind him seemed to be pursuing him, a faint smile appeared on the White Lotus Sect disciple's face.

As the disciple was about to reach a spot with an Animal Trap, Su Que held his breath.

However, the disciple's steps avoided the Animal Trap and continued toward Su Que.

"It's fine, there are more ahead..."

Su Que continued staring at the disciple.

A moment later, his gaze sharpened.

He saw the disciple about to step into a patch of grass where an Animal Trap had been placed.

Sure enough, the next instant—

The White Lotus Sect disciple stepped into the grass, and a soft crack sounded.

His body shuddered. He swiftly clutched the foot caught in the Animal Trap with his right hand and covered his mouth with his left.

He seemed afraid that if he cried out, the Caobang Gang would discover him.

Overwhelmed by pain, the disciple appeared unable to remain standing and toppled to one side.

His head happened to crash into another patch of grass.

Su Que had placed an Animal Trap in that grass as well.

Crack!

The Animal Trap clamped down on the White Lotus Sect disciple's head.

Yet the disciple seemed terribly afraid of being discovered by the Caobang Gang. Even under such excruciating pain, he still did not cry out.

That suited Su Que perfectly.

Although bitten by two Animal Traps, blood streaming from his wounds, the White Lotus Sect disciple remained conscious and gritted his teeth as he pried at the traps on his body.

While the White Lotus Sect disciple focused on wrenching free of the Animal Traps, Su Que quietly picked up a stone and circled around behind him.

As he moved, he kept watching the White Lotus Sect disciple's reactions, checking whether the man had noticed him.

Fortunately, this White Lotus Sect disciple's Martial Arts were weak, and he could not detect him.

"Ha!"

The White Lotus Sect disciple gave a soft shout and endured the pain as he pried open the Animal Trap on his head.

Blood poured from the wound.

Rustle!

Having practiced Martial Arts, the White Lotus Sect disciple's hearing was sharper than an ordinary person's. The moment his attention shifted away from the Animal Traps, he immediately heard faint footsteps behind him.

Startled, he hurriedly turned around.

A dark shadow rapidly filled his vision!

Bang!

Su Que viciously smashed the stone down on the disciple's head.

The disciple was knocked unconscious at once.

Su Que had used too much force, and his arm went numb and sore. The skin on his palm had also been scraped raw.

Seeing that he had succeeded, Su Que quickly tied the disciple's hands and feet with hemp rope and secured three Tortoise Shell Binds.

He did not bother retrieving the Animal Traps he had set. He immediately hoisted the disciple onto his back and headed up the mountain.

After finding a secluded Cave, he set the White Lotus Sect disciple down.

Su Que left the Cave and looked around for a while. Once he was certain no one had followed him, he went back inside.

At the Cave entrance, he set several Animal Traps.

He walked over to the unconscious White Lotus Sect disciple, lit a firestarter, and slapped the man's face.

Slap, slap, slap...

After a while, the disciple slowly woke up.

The unlucky disciple opened his eyes and saw Su Que wearing a Monkey Mask and holding a firestarter.

He struggled, discovered that he was tied up, and panic appeared on his face.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

Su Que immediately took out a candle and lit it with the firestarter.

He heated a spot on the ground with the burning wick, then stood the candle upright there.

He blew out the firestarter and pulled a dagger from his waist.

With a metallic ring, he drew the dagger.

He pressed its blade against the White Lotus Sect disciple's throat.

The coldness against his neck made the disciple tremble.

"G-good sir, what do you want?"

The White Lotus Sect disciple's voice quivered.

"What Martial Arts did you learn in the White Lotus Sect?"

Su Que asked.

"I only learned the Seven Injuries Fist..."

The disciple replied.

"Seven Injuries Fist..."

Su Que's eyes lit up.

"Tell me every detail!"

With a blade held to his neck, the disciple was terrified beyond measure. Naturally, he told Su Que everything he knew.

It turned out that the Seven Injuries Fist had originally belonged to the Kongtong Sect, a martial arts sect.

However, the White Lotus Sect had once attacked the Kongtong Sect and seized all the Martial Arts manuals kept there.

One of those manuals was the Seven Injuries Fist.

Though the Seven Injuries Fist harmed the body, its progress was rapid and its power immense.

Thus, the White Lotus Sect mostly assigned it to lower-ranking disciples to practice.

Su Que had the disciple explain every principle of the Seven Injuries Fist and every method of training it.

Because he had already practiced the Five Animal Frolics for some time, he was quite familiar with the principles of fist techniques.

After more than two hours, Su Que had forcefully committed every training method of the Seven Injuries Fist to memory.

Of course, he would still need to slowly work out the specifics of how to cultivate it.

After getting what he wanted, Su Que knocked the disciple unconscious again, then rolled a sweatcloth into a ball and stuffed it into his mouth.

He feared that if he returned too late, his sister Su Jing would worry, so he planned to go home first.

Whenever he encountered something he did not understand, he could come back and ask this White Lotus Sect disciple.

Su Que took the candle and arranged seven Animal Traps near the Cave entrance.

First, to prevent wild beasts from entering and eating the White Lotus Sect disciple.

Second, to stop the White Lotus Sect disciple from escaping.

After leaving the Cave, he retraced his route and retrieved all the Animal Traps he had placed earlier.

Then he cleaned up the traces on the ground.

Though the White Lotus Sect disciple he had captured was weak and low-ranking, and people from the sect probably would not come looking for him, it was better to be safe than sorry.

After returning home, Su Que began practicing the Seven Injuries Fist in the courtyard.

Seeing Su Que suddenly practicing fist techniques, Su Jing asked curiously,

"Xiao Que, what are you doing?"

Su Que answered, "I've felt physically weak lately, so I learned a set of Five Animal Frolics and practice it from time to time."

"Oh, oh." Su Jing nodded. "Should your sister go to the clinic and get you a few doses of tonic medicine?"

"No need," Su Que replied.

Hearing him say so, Su Jing did not pay it any further mind.

Su Que gathered his Heart Intent and began practicing the Seven Injuries Fist.

According to that disciple, the Seven Injuries Fist consisted of seven arts in total.

They were the Heart Damage Art, Lung Injury Art, Liver and Intestine Destruction Art, Hidden Separation Art, Essence Loss Art, Trance Art, and Seven Injuries Total Art.

When all seven arts were trained together and the fist technique first took form, a single punch would unleash seven distinct forces.

Some were fierce and hard, some soft and yielding, some hard with softness within, some soft with hardness within; some burst sideways, some drove straight ahead, and some contracted inward.

If an enemy could not withstand that unceasing stream of force, they would suffer severe internal injuries.

At the same time, practicing this fist technique would also damage the Yin-Yang Qi and the five viscera.

There was a saying in the martial world: "Practice the Seven Injuries once, and all seven are injured."

As Su Que recalled the Seven Injuries Fist forms the disciple had described, he pondered the movements.

With both fists clenched, he slowly swung them through the courtyard.

At first, his movements were still somewhat raw, but gradually, they began to take on a recognizable shape.

Over the following month, Su Que taught during the day. After class, he brought food to feed the disciple, lest the White Lotus Sect disciple die before he had fully gained entry into the Seven Injuries Fist.

At night, he cultivated the Seven Injuries Fist in his home courtyard.

His hands clenched into fists and his feet stepped through the forms as he threw punch after punch in the yard. Force coursed through the bones of his arms, making them crack and pop.

Name: Su Que (17 years old)

Lifespan: 13

Talent Value: 1

Martial Arts: Seven Injuries Fist (Entry 99%), Five Animal Frolics (Initial Glimpse 1%)

Though the Seven Injuries Fist had not yet fully entered the gate, the posture of his punches was already extraordinarily fierce, carrying something of a martial artist's bearing.

"Ha!"

Su Que let out a sharp shout!

He felt a force within his body stirring restlessly, as though it were about to surge forth.

He knew this was a sign that the Seven Injuries Fist was about to break through.

I wonder whether practicing the Seven Injuries Fist will truly benefit me.

Su Que felt both anticipation and fear.

But he did not stop throwing punches.

Boom!

Suddenly, that force erupted from within him!

In an instant, warmth spread through his five viscera and six bowels. His entire body felt as though it had been immersed in a hot spring, incomparably comfortable.

With a thought, he summoned his Attributes.

Name: Su Que (17 years old)

Lifespan: 20

Talent Value: 2

Martial Arts: Seven Injuries Fist (Initial Glimpse 1%), Five Animal Frolics (Initial Glimpse 1%)

His Lifespan had been short because he had overworked himself, damaging his Yin-Yang Qi and his five viscera and six bowels.

After training the Seven Injuries Fist to the first realm, some of that damage had finally healed, and his Lifespan abruptly increased by seven years.

His Talent Value had also increased by one point, becoming two.

With his Talent Value at two, his cultivation speed had become twice what it was before.

"I did it!"

Su Que was exhilarated and continued throwing punches in the courtyard.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...!"

Once the Seven Injuries Fist had entered the gate and reached Initial Glimpse, he felt a qualitative transformation in the force of his punches.

Every punch he threw carried the roar of wind. Its ferocity was no longer something that could be mentioned in the same breath as before.