Lu Qingfeng

Chapter 1: Lu Qingfeng

In 2657 AD, Earth was in ruins. Humanity discovered its first extraterrestrial life-supporting planet, establishing the Human Federation and ushering in the interstellar era.

In 3910 AD, the Human Federation discovered its 36th life-supporting planet, with its presence spanning the Milky Way Galaxy.

Over twelve hundred years of interstellar exploration and colonization, the harsh interstellar environment led to heavy casualties among explorers.

In 3920 AD, a Federation exploration team discovered a Divine Stone planet. Using the Divine Stone planet as a server—

After eighty years, the large-scale virtual MMORPG "Primordial Chaos" was born.

In 4000 AD, the new era began with the open beta of "Primordial Chaos."

Thirty-six life-supporting planets, hundreds of billions of Federation citizens, countless game studios, and large organizations successively moved in. "Primordial Chaos" flourished!

In the vast expanse of space, a transport fleet was in motion.

Inside the transport ships were goods destined for Federation Planet No. 35, including ten thousand sets of "Primordial Chaos" game login equipment.

Interstellar pirates appeared, and a fierce battle ensued, resulting in the destruction of the transport ships.

A spatial rift opened in the battlefield, and a single login ring miraculously survived, disappearing into it without a trace.

Jiuzhai County.

Blackwood Village.

Blackwood Village was nestled by a mountain and a river. To the south flowed the mighty Chengyang River, while the east, west, and north were surrounded by mountains. Blackwood Village was situated at the foot of Blackwood Mountain to the north.

On this day.

Lu Qingfeng irrigated the five mu of terraced fields on the western mountain one by one, then returned to Blackwood Village, his body weary.

His younger sister, Lu Qingyu, carried two empty buckets and followed behind Lu Qingfeng, chattering incessantly.

"Second Brother had it so easy today, didn't have to do any work all day."

"Same with the Returning Truth Sect. If they had come in the morning, Second Brother wouldn't have been able to slack off in the afternoon."

"With Second Brother's frail body, he definitely wouldn't pass the Returning Truth Sect's assessment. Even if he did, they wouldn't let him go!"

Lu Qingyu was small and thin. Years of wind and sun had made her look like an underdeveloped dark-skinned girl. She appeared to be only seven or eight years old, but she was actually almost twelve.

Along the way, many villagers in coarse linen clothes were toiling hard. These people were pale, their faces devoid of any spirit, like walking corpses.

Lu Qingyu's cheerful chatter was out of place with her surroundings.

She carried her empty load, swaying, her face free of any worry.

"So nice."

A touch of tenderness welled up in Lu Qingfeng's heart. He reached out to take the buckets Lu Qingyu was carrying.

"No need!"

"Big Brother, I can do it. I'm not like Second Brother."

Lu Qingyu agilely dodged him, her small face beaming with pride.

"Don't let your Second Brother hear that, or he'll get so angry he won't be able to eat," Lu Qingfeng couldn't help but laugh.

"Hmph!"

"It's better if he can't eat, then Big Brother and I can eat more."

Lu Qingyu wrinkled her nose, her attitude towards her Big Brother and Second Brother completely different.

Just as Lu Qingfeng was about to say something else, a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old ran towards them.

"Zhou Quan!"

Lu Qingyu's expression changed. She quickly grabbed a black wood hoe from an empty bucket, her face full of vigilance, "What are you doing here!"

Lu Qingfeng tightened his grip on the wood cleaver hidden in his sleeve and looked at the boy.

"Nothing! Nothing!"

The boy, whom Lu Qingyu called "Zhou Quan," shivered. His gaze flickered past Lu Qingfeng's left sleeve as he quickly said, "Lu Qingfeng, I'm here to bring you good news. Your brother Qingshan has been noticed by an immortal from the Returning Truth Sect, and he's about to go to Yellow Ganoderma Mountain!"

Zhou Quan rubbed his hands together, smiling obsequiously, not daring to meet Lu Qingfeng's eyes.

When they were children, he used his size to bully Lu Qingfeng and his sister. As a result, Lu Qingfeng hit him on the back with a wood cleaver, and he was bedridden for more than two months.

From then on, he never dared to provoke the Lu siblings again and would actively avoid Lu Qingfeng.

This time, Lu Qingshan had struck it rich and was chosen by an immortal from the Returning Truth Sect, with a high probability of becoming an immortal himself in the future. Zhou Quan's parents, worried that Lu Qingshan might hold a grudge, had instructed Zhou Quan to show goodwill to Lu Qingfeng.

"Second Brother was chosen by the Returning Truth Sect?"

Lu Qingyu's eyes widened. Clutching the hoe, she yelled at Zhou Quan, "You're lying!"

"Qingyu!"

Lu Qingfeng stopped Lu Qingyu and said to Zhou Quan, "I understand."

Lu Qingyu stood behind Lu Qingfeng, huffing and glaring at Zhou Quan.

"Is there anything else?" Lu Qingfeng asked, frowning as Zhou Quan continued to block their path.

"I—"

The moment Zhou Quan saw Lu Qingfeng, a chill ran down his spine. The words his parents had told him were stuck in his throat, and he didn't dare to speak.

"So wishy-washy!"

Lu Qingyu brandished her hoe, startling Zhou Quan.

However, Zhou Quan was afraid of Lu Qingfeng, not this girl.

"If you're not going to talk, then move aside!"

Lu Qingfeng was impatient.

"I'll talk."

"Lu Qingfeng, your Qingyu is about to turn twelve, right? My parents—" Zhou Quan mustered his courage and just started.

"Scram!"

Lu Qingfeng took a step forward and let out a fierce shout.

Zhou Quan trembled all over. Catching a glimpse of the half-exposed machete in Lu Qingfeng's sleeve, he was so terrified he couldn't utter another word and fled back towards the village.

"Big Brother, what business is it of his that I'm turning twelve! Does this guy want another beating? This time, you don't have to do it, Big Brother. Second Brother and I will find an opportunity to give him a good one!"

Lu Qingyu, dark and thin and unremarkable, said things that were a stark contrast to her appearance. As she spoke, she swung her hoe menacingly.

"It's nothing."

"Let's go back quickly."

Lu Qingfeng brushed aside Zhou Quan's words, took the empty shoulder pole from Lu Qingyu, and hurried back towards the village. Lu Qingyu blinked and trotted behind him.

The two soon returned to Blackwood Village.

Inside Blackwood Village, there was an unusual bustle. The villagers' faces showed a few more expressions. Seeing the siblings Lu Qingfeng and Lu Qingyu return, they even hurried to greet them.

"Qingshan has joined the Returning Truth Sect. In a few years, after he has achieved success in his studies, he will be an immortal in the eyes of these people. I am Qingshan's only elder brother, so these people are flattering me."

"Zhou Quan came to deliver good news, also to show his goodwill."

"He even wants to make a move on Qingyu!"

Lu Qingfeng's mind was clear, and he could see through people's intentions.

Not wanting to get entangled with these people, he led Lu Qingyu straight home.

"Lu Family's second son has been favored by an immortal from the Returning Truth Sect, so they've struck it rich."

"Yeah! Who would have thought that after Lu Shitou left, he would leave behind such a capable son!"

"Get real! Lu Family's eldest son is a tough character, but Lu Family's second son is far from it. After going to the Returning Truth Sect, who knows if he'll even survive a few days!"

The villagers watching saw Lu Qingfeng and Lu Qingyu off and began to whisper amongst themselves.

Blackwood Village was mainly composed of houses made of wood and stone.

At the center was the residence of the landlord and the manager of Blackwood Village. The houses of the siblings Lu Qingfeng, Lu Qingshan, and Lu Qingyu were located at the outermost edge of Blackwood Village. If any wild beasts attacked the village, they would be the first to suffer.

With the outer buffer, the people in the central area would have time to react.

The houses of the three were built from blackwood in the Blackwood Mountain behind the north of Blackwood Village. The blackwood was sturdy and solid, and apart from being a bit oppressive, it provided shelter from wind and rain.

There were two rooms, inside and out.

The inner room was a bedroom, containing one large and one small bed. The outer room was a kitchen, quite rudimentary.

"Big Brother!"

As soon as they entered the Blackwood House, they saw a young boy who resembled Lu Qingfeng by about fifty percent, squatting by the door with his chin in his hand. Seeing movement, he immediately jumped up.

This boy was about thirteen or fourteen years old, looked simple and honest, and was also a dark-skinned boy. He was Lu Qingfeng's full brother, Lu Qingshan, and also the second brother mentioned by Lu Qingyu.

"Big Brother!"

"I don't want to go to Yellow Ganoderma Mountain!"

Lu Qingshan was somewhat flustered and terrified at this moment. He grabbed Lu Qingfeng's arm, his voice hoarse with a hint of crying.

"A real man knows how to cry!"

"If crying solved problems, I'd cry every day!"

Lu Qingyu angrily threw her hoe into the corner and yelled at Lu Qingshan.

"Big Brother, help me, I really don't want to go to Yellow Ganoderma Mountain! The Returning Truth Sect are all scoundrels, I don't want to go!" Lu Qingshan ignored his sister and pleaded with Lu Qingfeng.

"Don't speak of hating the Returning Truth Sect anymore. Just keep it in your heart."

Lu Qingfeng glanced towards the door and his expression turned stern towards Lu Qingshan, who immediately stood up straight.

Lu Qingyu squatted in the corner and said crisply, "Exactly. Big Brother has taught you many times, but you still don't listen. Revenge isn't achieved just by talking. You need to remember it in your heart and prove it with actions!"

"Who says I didn't remember!"

Lu Qingshan was so angry he couldn't speak.

"Alright, Qingyu, say less," Lu Qingfeng stopped Lu Qingyu, who was about to retort, and looked at Lu Qingshan seriously. "The Returning Truth Sect selects disciples and servants from Jiuzhai every year. You passed the screening, so you can't escape even if you want to. You have to go. Now you only have a short time to pack your bags. I'll ask, you answer, I'll talk, you listen, don't interrupt me, understand?"

Lu Qingfeng grabbed Lu Qingshan's shoulders, trying hard to calm himself down and not show his panic in front of his younger brother.

"Big Brother, I... I'll listen to you."

Lu Qingshan's eyes were red, and he nodded heavily, holding back tears.

"Qingyu, don't interrupt either."

Lu Qingfeng looked at Lu Qingyu, who was squatting in the corner.

"I understand," Lu Qingyu nodded her little head.

"Qingshan, were you chosen by the Returning Truth Sect as a disciple or a servant?"

Lu Qingfeng then turned to Lu Qingshan and asked.

"Servant."

"The person from the Returning Truth Sect said my aptitude was average, and I could only barely become a servant of the Returning Truth Sect."

Lu Qingshan felt both fear and bewilderment. He answered whatever his big brother asked.

"Servant!"

"I knew it!"

Lu Qingfeng's brows furrowed, and his heart sank to the bottom.

Within the Returning Truth Sect, there were formal disciples and servant disciples. Formal disciples were considered to have entered the inner halls and held a considerable status in the Returning Truth Sect.

Servant disciples were equivalent to servants of the Returning Truth Sect. Although they were also granted cultivation techniques, they had to labor for the Returning Truth Sect, either tending to medicinal fields or handling various mundane affairs.

A single misstep that offended a formal disciple, a steward, or an elder could result in death without consequence.

The lives of servants were the cheapest!

If Lu Qingshan had joined the Returning Truth Sect as a formal disciple, he would at least have a master who could offer some protection. But as a servant disciple, he could only rely on himself and strive to begin cultivating as soon as possible to escape his servant status.

But how easy was it to begin cultivating?!

"Qingshan, listen carefully. From today onwards, you must not show your father's revenge to anyone. Once you go to the Returning Truth Sect, just focus on cultivating. This is both a crisis and a challenge. As long as you can begin cultivating and become a formal disciple of the Returning Truth Sect, there will be hope for revenge."

"Therefore, before the great revenge is avenged, do not do anything rash or impulsive!"

"Only if you survive in the Returning Truth Sect can Qingyu and I survive, and can the hope of avenging Father's revenge be realized!"

Lu Qingfeng's expression was extremely serious.

Although his sixteen-year-old body was slightly hunched due to long-term labor, his eyes were exceptionally bright and determined.

He had lived two lives and managed to survive.

But his younger brother, Lu Qingshan, was only a fourteen-year-old boy full of youthful vigor. The Returning Truth Sect was not a kind place. If he revealed even a hint of hatred, the consequences would be unpredictable.

He had to caution him carefully.

"Brother, I... I'm scared."

Lu Qingshan's voice trembled. Holding back tears, he looked up at Lu Qingfeng.

"A man should be brave, what is there to be afraid of."

"If anyone dares to bully you, wait until you become powerful and fight back!"

Lu Qingyu couldn't help but interject.

Back then, the three siblings had been severely bullied by Zhou Quan, and they could never win. In the end, their big brother used over twenty coarse grain biscuits to trade for a chopping knife from Zhang the Blacksmith, and that wasn't enough to scare Zhou Quan?

So Lu Qingyu knew from a young age—

If you're bullied!

You have to fight back!

Even if you can't win now, you must always remember to get revenge when you have the strength!

Lu Qingshan was yelled at, but for once, he didn't bicker with Lu Qingyu. He just looked up at Lu Qingfeng and said softly, "Big Brother, I'm not scared anymore."

"Although the Returning Truth Sect is dangerous, there are not few servant disciples. If others can survive, you can too!"

Lu Qingfeng patted Lu Qingshan's shoulder and comforted him, "The rations for servant disciples will be supplied by the family. I will come to deliver them to you every seven days."

In the end, Lu Qingshan left Blackwood Village with the 'immortals' of the Returning Truth Sect.

Lu Qingfeng saw him off.

He saw that the 'immortal' from the Returning Truth Sect was tall and strong, with a mountain-chopping saber strapped to his back, looking fierce and completely devoid of any immortal spirit qi.

With a stride like a dragon, each step covered ten to twenty feet.

Lu Qingshan and the other newly recruited servant disciples could only run at full speed to keep up, finding it quite strenuous.

Lu Qingfeng had encountered disciples of the Returning Truth Sect before. Each time, he felt an insurmountable sense of despair welling up from the depths of his heart.

This feeling was utterly hopeless.

The disciple who took Lu Qingshan away was just an ordinary one. He heard that Yellow Ganoderma Mountain also had more powerful Elders and Sect Leaders, renowned throughout Guangyuan Prefecture. They moved with an ethereal grace, no different from celestial beings.

Such was the Returning Truth Sect, possessing the methods of cultivation and controlling the tens of thousands of citizens in Jiuzhai County, referred to as 'Immortals.'

And Lu Qingfeng?

He was merely a weak youth who had transmigrated sixteen years ago, achieving nothing, unable to even eat his fill or stay warm.

The gap between them was immeasurable!

Night fell.

Lu Qingfeng lay on the hard bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Ever since his father died, he had lived with his second brother, Lu Qingshan, and his younger sister, Lu Qingyu. This was the first time in over three years that he and Qingyu were spending the night alone in this Blackwood House.

"I wonder how Qingshan is doing."

Lu Qingfeng's mind was filled with thoughts of Lu Qingshan.

This brother had followed him since childhood, and their bond was incredibly deep. Being separated so suddenly, Lu Qingfeng found it difficult to adjust and was immensely worried.

"This damned world!"

Tossing and turning, Lu Qingfeng finally sat up, recalling every detail of the past sixteen years.

Lu Qingfeng was not native to this world!

In his previous life, he was from Earth, grew up in China, and had achieved some success in his career, considered a promising young man. During a trip, he had a car accident and lost consciousness.

The next time he opened his eyes, he was a crying infant, born into this cramped Blackwood Village.

When he was four years old, his mother died in childbirth after giving birth to his sister, Lu Qingyu. His father, Lu Shitou, raised the three siblings: Lu Qingfeng, Lu Qingshan, and Lu Qingyu.

But fate is unpredictable. When Lu Qingfeng was thirteen, their family's five mu of land was ravaged by mountain boars, yielding no harvest.

Without a harvest, they couldn't pay the tribute to the Returning Truth Sect.

When Lu Shitou went to Yellow Ganoderma Mountain to beg for leniency, he was whipped ten times by order of the Returning Truth Sect's External Affairs Manager. Lu Shitou, weakened by years of hard labor, couldn't recover and passed away, leaving behind the thirteen-year-old Lu Qingfeng, the eleven-year-old Lu Qingshan, and the nine-year-old Lu Qingyu.

From then on, Lu Qingfeng toiled day and night, leaving early and returning late, barely supporting himself while raising his younger siblings.

Three more years passed in a flash.

Now Lu Qingfeng was sixteen, yet he was still wasting away in Blackwood Village.

This world was incredibly dangerous. Outside Blackwood Village, there were all sorts of ferocious beasts. With Lu Qingfeng's small frame, he wouldn't be able to go five li before being eaten by a beast.

Furthermore.

The Returning Truth Sect ruled Jiuzhai County and enslaved its people. If anyone tried to escape, they would immediately be discovered by the village management and pursued by the 'Immortals' of the Returning Truth Sect, beaten to death, and their families would also suffer.

No one was confident they could escape from the 'Immortals,' and Lu Qingfeng was no exception. He certainly didn't have the ability to escape with his siblings.

It was almost laughable.

As a transmigrator, Lu Qingfeng knew nothing about gunpowder or cannons, nor could he build waterwheels or textile machines. Even if he could, he wouldn't dare reveal such knowledge in Blackwood Village, which existed somewhere between slavery and feudalism.

The tallest nail gets hammered down the fastest!

In Blackwood Village, Lu Qingfeng disguised himself as an ordinary villager. Over time, he truly seemed no different.

If one had to be precise and say there was any difference, it would only be on a spiritual level—

Ordinary villagers were numb, accepting the reality of being enslaved by the Returning Truth Sect.

But Lu Qingfeng did not!

He was constantly thinking about how to escape Blackwood Village, how to escape the clutches of the Returning Truth Sect, and he even considered how to overthrow the Returning Truth Sect!

However.

Sixteen years had passed, and he had achieved nothing.

The gap between ordinary people and cultivators was too vast to be bridged by human effort.

In the past, Lu Qingfeng hoped to be selected into the Returning Truth Sect. Even as a Servant Disciple, there would be a glimmer of hope. But every year the Returning Truth Sect held selections, from the age of twelve until last year, Lu Qingfeng failed to meet the standards and was rejected.

"Returning Truth Sect?"

"More like the Demonic Returning Truth Sect!"

Lu Qingfeng clenched his fists.

Based on what he had learned over sixteen years, this so-called Returning Truth Sect was undoubtedly a demonic sect—

It disdained human life and enslaved all beings!

This was an insurmountable mountain, pressing down on his heart and body, impossible to move.

"Qingshan joining the Returning Truth Sect might be an opportunity!"

Lu Qingfeng collected his thoughts.

Having been reborn into this world, a world so wondrous and mystical, he certainly did not wish to live a life of mere survival until death.

"Big Brother, you're not asleep yet?"

In the darkness, Lu Qingyu spoke softly.

"Not yet." Lu Qingfeng heard his sister shift in bed and looked through the darkness. "What's wrong?"

"I—"

"I can't sleep."

Lu Qingyu curled into a ball, feeling a strange sensation. It was similar to how she felt when their father died three years ago. A sour, unsettling feeling that made her uncomfortable.

"Are you missing your second brother?"

Lu Qingfeng asked.

"No way!"

"He cries so much, why would I miss him!"

Lu Qingyu's voice rose slightly.

"Then go to sleep. You can sleep in tomorrow." Lu Qingfeng didn't expose his sister's little secret.

"Oh."

Lu Qingyu responded softly, followed by a long silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Qingfeng heard faint sobbing and the rustling of straw. Then, he felt a small figure climb onto him and snuggle into his embrace. "Big Brother, I want to sleep with you tonight."

As the little girl spoke, her breath tickled his face.

"Okay."

Lu Qingfeng held his sister in his arms, gently patting her back. Before they knew it, the siblings fell into a deep sleep.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

Lu Qingfeng, carrying coarse grain biscuits, headed towards Yellow Ganoderma Mountain.

Yellow Ganoderma Mountain was located east of Blackwood Village and was named for the yellow ganoderma that grew there. The Returning Truth Sect was situated within Yellow Ganoderma Mountain.

Without even entering Yellow Ganoderma Mountain, Lu Qingfeng spotted Lu Qingshan peeking out from the outer perimeter.

Lu Qingshan was accompanied by more than ten other servant disciples.

"Big Brother!"

Upon seeing Lu Qingfeng, Lu Qingshan ran to meet him, his face beaming with joy.

In just a few days, Lu Qingshan had become much thinner. His left hair was let down, obscuring his left cheek, giving him a strange appearance.

"What happened to your face?"

Lu Qingfeng asked, pointing to Lu Qingshan's left cheek.

"Nothing, I just fell." Lu Qingshan grinned, but as if aggravating a wound, the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"Be more careful when you walk from now on."

Lu Qingfeng took the bundle off his back and handed it to Lu Qingshan. "This is your food for seven days. Eat it sparingly. I'll bring you a few more pounds of dried fish next time I come."

"Thank you, Big Brother."

Lu Qingshan took the bundle, his nose stinging, and his eyes welled up.

"Qingyu made it all for you. She also wanted to go up the mountain these past two days to find the de-scented three-leaf clover, saying it would prevent you from smelling fishy from eating the dried fish."

"This morning, she even asked me to bring her along to see you, but I didn't agree because it's too far."

Lu Qingfeng pulled his brother, whom he hadn't seen in days, to sit down. Seeing the scar on his left cheek revealed by his moving hair, his heart twinged slightly.

"Damn Returning Truth Sect!"

No need to ask, this scar, which looked like a whip mark, definitely wasn't from a fall!

"Qingyu wouldn't want to see me!"

Lu Qingshan pouted, but couldn't help asking, "She really asked you to bring me dried fish, and she was clamoring to come see me too?"

"Clamoring?"

Lu Qingfeng suppressed his heartache, forced a smile, and quickly nodded.

"Hmph!"

"I don't believe it."

Lu Qingshan tilted his head back, but the smile on his face couldn't be hidden.

"Tell me, what have you been doing and learning these past few days?" Lu Qingfeng chatted with his brother about some family matters before asking.

The brothers talked on the gentle slope for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, and then Lu Qingshan hurried back to the servant yard of Yellow Ganoderma Mountain.

Lu Qingfeng stared at Lu Qingshan's retreating back, watching him hug the bundle and run with his right leg unable to exert much force, making him limp.

"This kid."

Lu Qingfeng watched Lu Qingshan leave, then looked up at Yellow Ganoderma Mountain.

Yellow Ganoderma Mountain wasn't tall, but the trees were large and lush. The Returning Truth Sect was hidden within, obscured by the trees, making it impossible to see even a trace of it.

At first glance, the mountain seemed dark, like a devil's cave. It was also like fierce beasts and demon beasts baring their bloody maws, and Lu Qingshan, running with quick steps, disappeared into the maw-like devil's cave.

More than three months passed in a flash.

During this time, Lu Qingfeng delivered rations to Lu Qingshan every seven days. Lu Qingshan grew thinner with each passing day, and his injuries increased. The scar on his left cheek hadn't fully healed before a new whip mark appeared on his right cheek.

Now Lu Qingshan couldn't hide it, only saying he had accidentally angered the Servant Manager and was whipped a few times.

Lu Qingfeng lifted Lu Qingshan's upper garment and saw that Lu Qingshan's emaciated body was covered in whip marks.

Some were new, some old.

He pretended not to care and even grinned, comforting Lu Qingfeng.

"If this continues, Qing Shan might be beaten to death."

In the Blackwood House.

Lu Qingfeng sat on the hard bed board, his brow furrowed. Qingyu had already returned to her small bed and fallen asleep.

After sitting for a while, Lu Qingfeng got up, went to the bed, and took out a few pieces of bark from a pile in a wooden box under the bed.

By the moonlight.

One could see figures on the bark demonstrating moves, each punch and kick quite particular. Beside the patterns, there were characters resembling small seal script. Lu Qingfeng, by guessing and piecing together, could recognize about half of them. Combined with the past few months of learning the language of this world with Lu Qingshan, it didn't hinder his understanding.

"Returning Truth Technique."

"Wild Bull Fist."

Lu Qingfeng read them word by word.

Although Lu Qingshan was a servant disciple after joining the Returning Truth Sect, besides various chores, he could also cultivate.

The first three months were spent learning the language and various meridian charts.

Just a few days ago, he was officially taught the first layer of the "Returning Truth Technique" and the "Wild Bull Fist."

The Returning Truth Technique is a meditation cultivation method, focusing on sensing fetal breath and generating qi sense. It is said to be the most authentic internal martial art, renowned throughout Guangyuan Prefecture!

As for its specifics, he didn't know.

The Wild Bull Fist is a fist and foot technique that strengthens the physique and physical strength.

Lu Qingfeng took the opportunity of delivering rations to Lu Qingshan every seven days to learn the language and understand meridian acupoints from him...

In short, he learned everything Lu Qingshan learned.

Yesterday.

Lu Qingshan even risked his life to secretly teach Lu Qingfeng the newly acquired "Returning Truth Technique" and "Wild Bull Fist." If such private instruction was discovered by the Returning Truth Sect, the brothers, including Lu Qingyu, would have nowhere to be buried.

However, Lu Qingfeng was cautious, and Qing Shan and Qing Yu were tight-lipped, so there was no need to worry about being discovered.

It's just that—

"Whether it's an internal martial art like the 'Returning Truth Technique' or a fist and foot technique like the 'Wild Bull Fist,' they both consume a lot of physical strength. Once you start cultivating, your daily food intake will at least double. Various meats and medicinal herbs are also indispensable, otherwise, your body will be ruined before you even master it."

Lu Qingfeng pondered in his mind.

Poverty in literature, wealth in martial arts!

It was already difficult for the three siblings to eat their fill, let alone cultivate!

"Is it really impossible to turn my life around?"

Before, he had no way to access cultivation methods, so giving up on transcending the mortal realm was understandable. Now that he had the "Returning Truth Technique" and "Wild Bull Fist," how could he be stopped by mere hardships?!

Lu Qingfeng gripped the bark, glanced at the well-polished woodcutter's axe by the bedside, and hardened his heart. "What's the point of living a mediocre life if I can't turn things around?! Tomorrow I'll go to the western mountain. If I'm lucky enough to kill a wild boar, Qing Shan and I will have enough cultivation resources for half a month!"

"At the very least, I'll let Qing Shan cultivate with peace of mind!"

However.

Hunting isn't a given, and wild boars aren't easy to deal with.

With Lu Qingfeng's small frame, even a wild boar cub brushing against him would scatter his bones, turning him into the boar's prey.

"I'll go take a look first. No need to rush into danger. Traps might work."

As Lu Qingfeng thought about tomorrow's plan, he hid the bark containing the Returning Truth Technique and Wild Bull Fist under the bed, rested his head on the woodcutter's axe by the bedside, and fell into a deep sleep.

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