0004 Blood Tempering First Heaven

Afternoon.

Lu Changfeng rested for a while.

Then, with Zhang Desheng's help, he continued cultivating [Mount Le's Wrathful Vajra].

The moves and breathing techniques of this Blood Tempering Cultivation Technique were rather complicated. It would still take several days before he had fully mastered the basics.

Over the entire afternoon, Lu Changfeng practiced [Mount Le's Wrathful Vajra] five times.

The qi and blood throughout his body surged without cease.

Zhang Desheng was quite satisfied with Lu Changfeng's performance.

That was only because of Lu Changfeng's natural physique. A Martial Artist with ordinary bones and aptitude, even with medicinal soup to assist them, would collapse from exhaustion after practicing [Mount Le's Wrathful Vajra] just a few times in one day.

That evening, they ate in the martial arts school cafeteria, and Zhang Desheng still prepared a qi-and-blood medicinal soup for Lu Changfeng.

At night, Zhang Desheng told Lu Changfeng to rest. The daytime training had been enough, and his body needed time to recover as well.

Thus, Lu Changfeng dragged his exhausted body back to the bedroom the martial arts school had prepared for him.

"Young Master!"

A figure had already been waiting outside the bedroom for a long time. It was Chun Zhu!

That afternoon, Zhang Desheng had sent a disciple to bring Chun Zhu over.

"Chun Zhu, the Head of the Martial Arts School has accepted me as a Personal Disciple. From now on, we'll live at the martial arts school," Lu Changfeng said.

Chun Zhu nodded. "Young Master, hurry inside and rest. I saw how exhausted you were from practicing martial arts."

After entering the room, Chun Zhu fetched water and wiped Lu Changfeng down as she had always done.

Lu Changfeng felt a little uncomfortable at first, but this had been part of their daily routine in the past, so it would not be right to suddenly refuse.

When he removed his outer robe, Lu Changfeng's body was flushed red and congested with blood. Chun Zhu's heart ached at the sight, and her movements became even gentler as she wiped him down.

Gradually, Lu Changfeng began to enjoy it.

"Young Master, now that we've moved to the martial arts school, should we tell Uncle Wen?" Chun Zhu asked as something occurred to her.

Uncle Wen?

A burly, bearded man wearing a constable's uniform appeared in Lu Changfeng's mind.

Uncle Wen's full name was Liu Jinwen. He served as the chief constable of the Inner City and had been Lu Changfeng's father's Close Friend.

In the past, it was precisely thanks to Uncle Wen's arrangements that Lu Changfeng and Chun Zhu had not suffered even worse persecution. They had been able to keep their Small Courtyard and live a poor but peaceful life.

"When you have time, go to the Small Courtyard and leave word with the neighbors. Tell them to pass on a message when they see Uncle Wen."

"I understand, Young Master."

After finishing the wiping, Chun Zhu went next door to rest.

Lu Changfeng was exhausted as well, so he went to sleep early.

Thus, three days passed.

On this day, Changle Martial Arts School's Training Ground was decorated.

At the table at the very front, Zhang Desheng leisurely sipped his tea.

Lu Changfeng stood alone to one side.

Opposite Lu Changfeng stood four people in a row: Zhang Desheng's son, Zhang Yong.

His first disciple, Sima Ming; second disciple, Zhou Feng; and third disciple, Liu Ye.

With Lu Changfeng included, he was Zhang Desheng's fourth Personal Disciple.

Zhang Desheng had not accepted a disciple in a long time. As a result, several hundred people had gathered at the Training Ground for this apprenticeship ceremony.

Besides Zhang Desheng's disciples, there were all sorts of people who were usually on good terms with Zhang Desheng, bringing gifts with them.

The other three of the Four Great Martial Arts Schools, along with several gangs, had all sent people to deliver gifts.

Lu Changfeng stood tall. After several days of training, his posture had become even more upright, and the color of his qi and blood had returned to normal.

His expression was calm. Judging by his appearance alone, anyone could tell he was an outstanding disciple.

Though Lu Changfeng appeared calm, he was actually bored out of his mind as he inspected the bones, aptitude, and talents of the surrounding crowd.

His three Senior Brothers—Sima Ming, Zhou Feng, and Liu Ye—all possessed Grade B Upper bones and aptitude.

Zhang Desheng's son Zhang Yong only had Grade B Middle bones and aptitude.

No wonder Zhang Desheng felt there was no one to carry on his legacy.

Grade B Upper bones and aptitude were already extremely high among ordinary people, but they were still lacking somewhat, insufficient to shoulder the great responsibility of inheriting the martial arts school.

As for talent, not a single one of them possessed any.

Thinking of talents, Lu Changfeng swept his gaze through the crowd.

Only after spotting that Registered Disciple of Changle Martial Arts School who possessed the Mid-grade Talent [Swordsmanship] did he finally relax slightly.

If nothing unexpected happened, this [Swordsmanship] would be his next target for copying.

The time had come! Along with a burst of Bell Sound.

The apprenticeship ceremony began. Lu Changfeng served tea and poured wine, conducting himself with ease.

When the ceremony ended, the hall erupted in applause and cheers.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother!"

"Congratulations, Junior Brother!"

"Junior Brother, congratulations!"

"Changfeng, congratulations!"

Several Personal Disciples, along with Zhang Yong, came over to offer their congratulations.

Lu Changfeng nodded in response to each of them.

At one side, Zhang Desheng watched the outstanding disciples under his command mingle with smiles on his face.

He was quite pleased with himself.

News of Zhang Desheng of Changle Martial Arts School accepting a disciple spread only within a small area of the Outer City for a few days.

After a few more days, it faded without a trace.

Lu Changfeng also began focusing wholeheartedly on cultivation within the martial arts school.

On the fifth day after becoming a disciple, Lu Changfeng successfully grasped the basics of [Mount Le's Wrathful Vajra].

After that, Zhang Desheng no longer personally taught Lu Changfeng every day. Instead, he had Lu Changfeng cultivate on his own, while he merely checked his progress and ensured he had an ample supply of the appropriate qi-replenishing medicinal soup.

Lu Changfeng himself was also a disciplined person. Aside from practicing during the day, he would train a little extra at night.

With chaotic times upon them, he possessed the Copy Interface. If he did not hurry to cultivate and copy Grade A talents while things were still relatively peaceful, then when would he?

Zhang Desheng saw Lu Changfeng's efforts clearly. Though he said nothing, the gaze he directed at Lu Changfeng grew increasingly satisfied.

Thus, Lu Changfeng's progress was extremely rapid.

One day, a month later, Lu Changfeng was practicing [Mount Le's Wrathful Vajra] when the qi and blood throughout his body suddenly roiled!

A flash of insight struck Lu Changfeng. He gave a great shout, causing the qi and blood in his body to burst forth, and the movements of his hands became thirty percent faster!

The qi and blood within Lu Changfeng's body circulated faster and faster. At a certain instant, it finally broke through some invisible shackle, and vast amounts of qi and blood surged from each of Lu Changfeng's Blood-producing Organs.

As Lu Changfeng completed the final stance, the surging qi and blood within his body slowly settled.

"I broke through! So this is Blood Tempering First Level?"

Standing where he was, Lu Changfeng could clearly hear his strong, powerful heartbeat.

Nourished by an amount of qi and blood more than twice that of an ordinary person, the muscles in Lu Changfeng's body began growing wildly.

"Urgh, I'm so hungry!"

Lu Changfeng grabbed his outer robe to cover his newly sturdy body and strode toward the cafeteria.

At the cafeteria, he had the cook prepare a special meal. Only after eating ten people's worth of food did the hunger in his stomach finally subside.

After breaking through to Blood Tempering First Level, Zhang Desheng changed Lu Changfeng's qi-replenishing medicinal soup for another kind.

In just over ten days, Lu Changfeng had grown from 1.7 meters to 1.8 meters, while his weight had increased from around sixty kilograms to more than eighty kilograms.

His speed, strength, explosive power, and reaction speed had all greatly improved.

These were the changes brought by Blood Tempering First Level.

After absorbing the changes brought by Blood Tempering First Level, dealing with ordinary people was no more difficult for Lu Changfeng than knocking them down one punch at a time.

Blood Tempering First Level also meant that Lu Changfeng had completed the transformation from an ordinary person into a Martial Artist.

To deal with the current Lu Changfeng, it would take at least seven or eight burly men armed with weapons.

Even within the entire martial arts school, more than half of the Registered Disciples had yet to break through to Blood Tempering First Level.

Lu Changfeng's breakthrough to Blood Tempering First Level in a single month also proved his bones, aptitude, and perseverance to Zhang Desheng.

"The Copy Interface will refresh tomorrow. Should I copy Li Youtian's [Swordsmanship] talent, or keep looking for something else?"

Time passed quickly. Forty-nine days were about to pass, and Lu Changfeng had to begin considering his next copy.