Mount Le's Wrathful Vajra

"Zhou Feng, what is it?"

The elder set down his teacup and turned his head.

Lu Changfeng raised his eyes to look.

He saw that the old man had white hair and a youthful face. Though advanced in years, his gaze was exceptionally sharp. When it fell upon him, it made his heart tighten involuntarily.

This old man must be Zhang Desheng, the Head of the Changle Martial Arts School.

Name: Zhang Desheng

Bone Structure: Grade A Lower

Talent: Low-grade Palm Technique Talent

As expected of the Head of the Martial Arts School—he truly had a Grade A Bone Structure.

This was the first Grade A Bone Structure Lu Changfeng had seen at the Changle Martial Arts School.

"Master, this youth has extraordinary bone structure. I brought him to meet you!" Zhou Feng bowed respectfully.

"Oh?"

Zhang Desheng rose to his feet and walked over to Lu Changfeng.

Only then did Lu Changfeng realize that the old man stood at least two meters tall.

That was perfectly normal. The first step of Martial Arts cultivation was Blood Tempering.

Once one's Blood Qi became abundant, their height and weight would both expand.

Masters of Martial Arts were often little giants, every one of them.

Unless they truly cultivated to an extremely high realm, where they could control their own physique and condense the essence within.

Zhang Desheng, the Head of the Martial Arts School, was a Muscle Tendon Realm master. Though his age had left him somewhat stooped, he was still around two meters and twenty centimeters tall. Standing there, he was no different from a little giant.

"Don't be afraid. Let me test you."

Zhang Desheng spoke gently to Lu Changfeng and pressed a hand against his chest.

Lu Changfeng felt a Warm Current flowing from that aged hand upon his chest.

After two breaths, a brilliant light flared in Zhang Desheng's eyes. "What is your name?"

"Senior, my name is Lu Changfeng!" Lu Changfeng answered. Judging by the old man's reaction, his bone structure had likely been discovered.

Ordinary people had no means of detecting talent with absolute certainty.

But upon reaching the Muscle Tendon Realm and developing Internal Energy, one could use the feedback from that Internal Energy to determine a person's bone structure with relative clarity.

As for talent, that was something exceedingly intangible. Apart from displaying itself when a Martial Artist practiced Martial Arts, there was no other way to detect it.

"Changfeng, I am Zhang Desheng, Head of the Changle Martial Arts School. Are you willing to become my fourth Personal Disciple?"

Zhang Desheng was truly becoming anxious. At this moment, he actually intended to take on a disciple directly!

Zhang Desheng knew that he was already old, his Qi and Blood declining, while his Internal Energy retreated day by day along with the fading of his Qi and Blood.

His three disciples and one son all lacked sufficient talent.

If he could not find a disciple to inherit his mantle, then the Changle Martial Arts School would truly disappear.

Zhang Desheng had drifted through the Jianghu for half his life. His only attachment was this Martial Arts School.

Within this Martial Arts School were the little moments from his wife's lifetime, and the joy that had filled the courtyard when his children were born.

He could still hold on for several more years.

He only lacked a disciple capable of inheriting his mantle.

"I am willing." Faced with Zhang Desheng's eager gaze, Lu Changfeng agreed without hesitation.

He did not have a penny to his name. If he did not join the Changle Martial Arts School, even with talent, he would have no way to put it to use!

Besides, the atmosphere at the Changle Martial Arts School felt quite good.

Though it had weakened somewhat due to its decline, that also made its disciples more low-key. They rarely caused trouble outside.

"Good! Changfeng, where are you from?"

"I am a local from Fengcheng."

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen this year!"

"..."

After a simple exchange of questions and answers, Zhang Desheng sent disciples to verify Lu Changfeng's background.

After all, he was taking in a Personal Disciple. No matter how urgent the matter was, the basics still had to be handled properly.

Once the disciples confirmed that Lu Changfeng's background was clean, that he was not only born locally but also came from a Scholarly Family, Zhang Desheng was even more delighted. He began making arrangements to hold the Apprenticeship Ceremony that very afternoon.

In the end, the formal apprenticeship was set for three days later.

"Changfeng, come with me. Time waits for no one—I will personally teach you Martial Arts."

After the disciples brought back their report, Zhang Desheng took Lu Changfeng to the quiet Small Courtyard in the back.

Zhang Desheng could not wait to see Lu Changfeng grow stronger.

"At our Changle Martial Arts School, Ordinary Disciples cultivate the Changle Palm Technique."

"The Changle Palm Technique is not difficult to cultivate and is easy to get started with. Naturally, its stimulation of Qi and Blood is also weaker, making it suitable for disciples of ordinary talent."

"Changfeng, your aptitude is extremely high. You should be no worse than I was, so there is naturally no need for you to waste your time and talent learning the Changle Palm Technique."

"I will now pass on to you the martial art, Mount Le's Wrathful Vajra!"

Zhang Desheng spoke slowly. This Mount Le's Wrathful Vajra was a superior Blood Tempering Realm cultivation method.

Apart from the moves used to temper Qi and Blood, it also contained three ultimate techniques: the Changle Divine Palm, the Vajra Great Buddha Fist, and the Wrathful Great Vajra Buddha!

Among them, the Changle Divine Palm was the ultimate technique one could grasp after cultivating the Changle Palm Technique to its limit. It could only be performed at roughly the Blood Tempering Third Level.

"Come. I will demonstrate Mount Le's Wrathful Vajra for you once. Follow my movements and match my breathing rhythm."

Zhang Desheng removed his outer robe, revealing a body of firm muscles utterly mismatched with his age.

Combined with his height of two meters and twenty centimeters, the pressure he gave off was enough to frighten children to death.

Had he not known this was his Master, Lu Changfeng, who lacked even the strength to truss a chicken, would have turned and fled without a second thought!

Though Lu Changfeng had not yet formally begun practicing Martial Arts, he could still sense the vigorous Blood Qi within Zhang Desheng's muscles.

If that powerful Blood Qi erupted, one punch would absolutely be enough to kill a bull!

Not to mention that a Muscle Tendon Expert possessed even stronger Internal Energy within his body!

Lu Changfeng composed himself and began practicing the tempering moves of Mount Le's Wrathful Vajra, following Zhang Desheng's movements and mnemonic verses.

An uncanny method of exerting force, paired with an extraordinary breathing formula.

Half an hour later, Lu Changfeng finished the routine and collapsed directly onto the ground, drenched in sweat.

"Not bad. On your first time merely following along, you already practiced it quite convincingly. You are hardly any different from how I was back then."

"Your body is just a little too weak. You must not have been eating well."

"From now on, move into the Martial Arts School. Eat all three meals at the school canteen. I will have the cook prepare medicinal supplements to boost your Qi and Blood. It will not take long for you to recover."

Lu Changfeng nodded in agreement, deeply grateful. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Master, I still have a Maid at home."

Zhang Desheng said, "Bring her along as well. But the school does not keep idle people. Have her help around the school for half the day—there should be no problem with that, right? I will arrange for her to live beside your quarters."

"Of course there is no problem. Thank you, Master!" Lu Changfeng said gratefully.

"Mm. I will send disciples to bring her here. No need to thank me. Have you rested enough? Come, practice it with me once more!"

Lu Changfeng opened his mouth, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and began practicing with Zhang Desheng again.

Half an hour later, after practicing Mount Le's Wrathful Vajra once more, Lu Changfeng was completely drained.

Zhang Desheng grabbed the back of Lu Changfeng's collar with one hand and carried him to the Martial Arts School canteen like a chick.

Stimulated by the fragrant aroma of the dishes in the canteen, Lu Changfeng regained some of his spirit.

The canteen food was simple as well: rice, steamed buns, vegetables, and some meat. There were no delicacies from mountain or sea.

But the important thing was that there was enough to fill one's stomach. In these troubled times, such provisions were already rare and precious.

Lu Changfeng ate five large bowls of rice before finally stopping. Cultivation in the Blood Tempering Realm consumed the most food.

Zhang Desheng, the Head of the Martial Arts School, was actually eating in the canteen alongside the disciples.

After seeing Lu Changfeng finish eating, he gestured for the canteen cook to bring over a large bowl of medicinal soup.

Zhang Desheng said, "Drink it. It replenishes Qi and Blood. Though the herbs are the simplest kind, they are enough for you to lay your foundation for now."

Lu Changfeng could clearly feel the envious gazes of the surrounding disciples. Evidently, even these simple medicinal herbs were quite valuable.

There was no need for further words of thanks. Lu Changfeng raised his head and drained the medicinal soup in one gulp. The speed of his blood circulation immediately increased, and the exhaustion in his body rapidly faded away.