Tendon Transformation Perfection

[Year 1, you severed your own meridians. Your once powerful physique became like soft noodles, leaving you utterly weak. The damaged meridians and flesh made cultivation agonizing. Every circulation of the cultivation method felt like your skin and flesh splitting open, but fortunately, during the lifespan deduction process, you felt no pain or sorrow, thus overcoming the most difficult part.]

[After cultivating the Dragon Transformation Body Tempering Art for five years, you can barely walk.]

[After twenty years of arduous cultivation, your resilient skin and membranes shed a layer, and the Kui Niu formed by lightning patterns deep within your skin became clearer.]

[After fifty years of arduous cultivation, your physical strength became even more terrifying. The 602 muscles in your body were like lines drawn by a master painter, forming a solemn Vajra Mingwang Demon Subduing Diagram!]

[After seventy years of arduous cultivation, you tempered 588 major tendons throughout your body. They turned from green to amethyst, faintly emitting a golden light.]

[You felt this was not the limit of the Muscle Tendon Realm, so you continued to cultivate diligently.]

[After a hundred years of arduous cultivation, you comprehended the profound mysteries of the Muscle Tendon Realm's perfection. The major tendons in your body turned from purple to gold, covered in golden dragon scales, emitting mysterious fluctuations.]

[Remaining Lifespan: 22 years.]

Muscle Tendon Realm Perfection Limit!

Dragon Tendons!

The major tendons are covered in dragon scales, golden all over, like swimming dragons.

Chu Feng opened his eyes again. Li Zhenshan had already disappeared from the courtyard.

He saw the sun nearing its zenith in the sky and realized the other man must have gone to prepare the restaurant's lunch dishes.

Seeing that no one was around, Chu Feng's mind stirred, and his figure vanished from the rocking chair.

The next moment, he appeared in the center of the courtyard and casually performed a set of basic fist techniques.

Gusts of fist wind stirred the leaves and branches in the courtyard, and a figure moved with the grace of a startled swan, like a swimming dragon.

The major tendons were like dragons, their power reaching every limb and bone. Every movement was a blend of hardness and softness, filled with the beauty of strength.

"This punch carries a force of 150,000 jin. I wonder if Fang Hanshan can withstand it!"

Chu Feng grinned, feeling boundless joy in his heart.

Yong'an City, Fang Family Mansion.

Fang Hanshan sat with a haggard expression in the main seat of the hall. Below him, two rows of tables were filled with figures from the top powers of Yong'an City.

Wang Chaosheng, the head of the Wang Family, who dealt in smuggled salt; Li Nantian, the head of the Li Family, who controlled Yong'an City's canal transport; and Lin Yuntian, the leader of the Green Serpent Gang, the largest gang in the city.

Even the County Magistrate of Yong'an City, Yang Chenwu, was present.

Fang Hanshan had no time for pleasantries. Seeing that everyone had arrived, he stood up and said.

"I was in seclusion cultivating, but I didn't expect the Fang Family to suffer a great disaster! All seventy-two members of the direct lineage of the family were brutally murdered."

"If anyone can provide information on the murderer today, I am willing to give up half of the Fang Family's fortune!"

As Fang Hanshan finished speaking, the expressions of those present varied.

The Fang Family was known as the foremost noble family in Yong'an City, and half their fortune was an astronomical sum!

At the same time, they felt a bit of sympathy for Fang Hanshan. A family, with all its direct descendants wiped out, and it was rumored to be done by a family slave.

Those present sighed inwardly and simultaneously resolved to strictly enforce their family laws and prohibit the abuse of servants once they returned!

Everyone present was sharp. The Fang Family was wealthy and not lacking in martial power.

Besides Fang Hanshan, there were five other martial artists in the late Muscle Tendon Realm. Such terrifying strength, yet they were still annihilated. The culprit must possess the strength of the Bone Forging Realm.

This was a dangerous situation to get involved in; one might end up burning themselves!

"Seeing that no one spoke, Fang Hanshan's expression grew even more grim. Were they looking at him as an isolated figure, his luck having run out?"

"If anyone finds the culprit and brings them here with their hands and feet broken, I will teach them the Viscera Refining Breathing Technique!"

"What?"

"The Viscera Refining Breathing Technique? Is that true?"

Everyone exclaimed, and many even stood up abruptly, their faces filled with disbelief.

There was a fundamental difference between Viscera Refining martial artists and Bone Forging martial artists. The gap between the Skin Grinding Realm and the Bone Forging Realm was not small.

If there might be a possibility of fighting above one's level between the Skin, Flesh, Tendon, and Bone realms, then once one reached the Viscera Refining realm...

Ten peak late Bone Forging Realm martial artists could not defeat a single early Viscera Refining Realm martial artist.

The gap was as vast as the difference between a sheep and a tiger; it could not be compensated for simply by numbers.

"A gentleman's word is his bond!"

"My bloodline is severed, I am now alone, and I am also old. What use is the Viscera Refining Breathing Technique to me?" Fang Hanshan said with a cold expression.

No wonder the old man had been in seclusion and never appeared. It turned out he had obtained the Viscera Refining Breathing Technique.

Everyone had their own thoughts and resolved to investigate the murderer's identity thoroughly once they returned!

Fang Hanshan saw the expressions on their faces and a cold smile appeared.

With the Fang Family's capabilities, they would eventually find the person's hiding place, but Fang Hanshan could not wait a moment longer.

By mobilizing the forces of all the noble families in the city to search, even if that person had heaven-defying abilities, they could not hide for more than three days. He had to find them before the seventh day after the Fang Family's tragic deaths.

Then, he would sacrifice his beloved son!

"The Viscera Refining Breathing Technique is here with me. It all depends on who can get it first."

After Fang Hanshan finished speaking, he stood up and put on a posture of seeing guests off.

Seeing this, everyone dispersed with their own thoughts.

As they walked out of the Fang Family's residence, Li Nantian, the head of the Li Family, said, "Fang Hanshan is truly arrogant. He treats all of us like his subordinates."

"Then Brother Li doesn't want the Viscera Refining Breathing Technique? That's fine, it just means one less competitor for us..." said Lin Yuntian, the burly leader of the Green Serpent Gang, casually.

"I heard the culprit was just a sparring slave of the Fang Family who had some fortuitous encounter and greatly increased his strength. While Fang Hanshan was in seclusion, he massacred the Fang Family, leaving a river of blood..." said Wang Chaosheng, the head of the Wang Family, stroking his chin.

Yang Chenwu said, "That culprit could annihilate so many experts of the Fang Family, he must be a powerful individual. We should just look for him and avoid provoking him..."

"What a coward. He only killed people in the Muscle Tendon Realm. What's so powerful about that?"

Lin Yuntian glanced sideways at Yang Chenwu and strode away, completely disregarding him as the County Magistrate.

The other two family heads didn't pay him any mind either and left separately. In the end, only the County Magistrate and his entourage remained.

Yang Chenwu smiled amiably, as if he didn't care at all, but the fist hidden in his sleeve was clenched tightly, his fingernails digging into his flesh, drawing blood.

Yong'an City was chaotic, with powerful noble families and gangs dominating. The County Magistrate's office was the weakest.

Even the common people knew that the constables of the County Magistrate's office were just for show. If there were disputes, it was better to pull strings and seek help from noble families or gangs.

The Fang Family was particularly arrogant, openly having prisoners sentenced to death by the yamen paraded through the city.

And he could only watch in silent rage, completely helpless.

The secretary beside him was very perceptive. Knowing that his superior was angry, he remained silent, serving him carefully and waiting for him to speak.

After a long while, Yang Chenwu spoke, his voice hoarse.

"Go back and tell the brothers under you that if anyone has any information, they will be rewarded with two hundred taels of silver and promoted three ranks..."

"Yes, Your Excellency. I understand."