City of the Yellow Sky

Jianghu, what is it?

Some say Jianghu is about human relationships and social etiquette.

Some say Jianghu is about being unable to help oneself.

Shi Feizhe lay on his dilapidated straw bed at home, feeling that Jianghu was actually very simple: it was just about living!

He was extremely tired. He had been busy at the medical hall since dawn and only finished and returned home after dark.

At this moment, his legs were weak, and his hands were trembling. His body was completely sunken into the bed, and he didn't even want to lift a finger.

Other transmigrators to another world were blessed with fishing, blacksmithing, and systems, and miracles happened as long as they worked hard. Before transmigrating, he was a workhorse, and after transmigrating, he was still a workhorse.

He felt like he had transmigrated for nothing!

The straw bed was rough and prickly. When he first transmigrated, he was so hungry that he tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Now, as long as he closed his eyes, he could fall asleep in a second.

But he couldn't sleep yet; he still had to practice martial arts!

For someone who had transmigrated to another world, he had many ways to change his fate. For example, becoming a rich man, sleeping until he woke up naturally every day, and fishing and bird-watching when he had nothing to do – wouldn't that be happy?

But when the yellow sky enveloped the entire Yi Yang City two months ago, and a golden three-story pavilion rose from the City Lord's Mansion, it completely shattered Shi Feizhe's worldview!

What was that thing?

Immortals? Monsters?

Shi Feizhe was greatly puzzled!

The roar of the battle between the Yellow Sky and the golden pavilion lasted for two days and two nights, causing many people in Yi Yang City to be terrified. The final result was that the Yellow Sky took up residence in Yi Yang City, and from then on, Yi Yang City belonged to the Sun family!

After that, every morning, a piece of "Yellow Sky" would rise above the City Lord's Mansion and only dissipate at Chen Shi (7-9 AM), becoming a sight in Yi Yang City.

In Yellow Sky City, there were also many people wearing yellow hemp clothes and triangular headscarves, preaching in the streets and alleys.

In that battle, who knows how many people died in the entire Yi Yang City! Even after the battle ended, there were often shouts of killing in the city, so much so that Shi Feizhe would even encounter dead bodies in small streets when he went out.

It was from the embrace of a dead body that Shi Feizhe found a martial arts manual, the True Origin Sword Finger Technique!

Only the first half of the manual was clear; the second half was stained with blood and stuck together, making the writing completely illegible.

Originally, Shi Feizhe didn't plan to practice this manual of unknown origin. But that day, he accidentally heard someone say that the current City Lord was a True Person Realm expert who cultivated the Yellow Sky Establishment Great Art, which was why he could defeat the previous City Lord and occupy Yi Yang City.

His heart was moved!

Should he continue to be a workhorse for a lifetime? Or should he fight for a chance?

Did he even need to think about it?

He had already died once; what was there to be afraid of!

Death wasn't the most terrifying thing; the terrifying thing was dying without a single thing worth being proud of or remembering in this life!

Wasn't it just a martial arts manual of unknown origin?

What was there that he couldn't practice!

If he succeeded in his gamble, he could live a carefree life in Jianghu, suppressing a city by himself!

When he started practicing martial arts, Shi Feizhe realized that he had thought things a bit too simply.

Who said that if you had a martial arts manual, you could definitely practice it?

Every word in the True Origin Sword Finger Technique was recognizable, but when put together, they were incomprehensible, much like the philosophy books he had read in his previous life.

Things like "Hand Sanjiao," "Shaoyang," "Guanchong," and "Yemen" – he didn't understand any of them!

As for "Yin Wei Meridian," "Yang Wei Meridian," and the like, there was even less to say.

The only words he understood were "Dantian."

Martial arts knowledge was like a threshold that blocked him. And this basic knowledge was hidden in the martial arts halls in the city!

In this world, he was just a penniless nobody with no parents. He relied on having a broken house in the city so he wouldn't wander the Jianghu, and he did odd jobs to make a living.

He couldn't say he was living; he could only say he wasn't starving to death.

Where would he get the money for a master-apprenticeship ceremony at a martial arts hall?

A living person couldn't be suffocated by urine (a Chinese idiom meaning one shouldn't be stuck by a small problem), so he thought for two days and decided to try the medical hall. Although the medical hall didn't have martial arts knowledge, it at least had knowledge of meridians and acupoints.

Fortunately, since the Yellow Sky had taken up residence in the city, the city had been restless for the past month, and the medical hall was also short-handed.

It was also fortunate that this medical hall was not far from Shi Feizhe's home. The owner of the medical hall saw that Shi Feizhe was young and from a clean background, and since the medical hall happened to be short of people, he agreed to let him be an assistant. He would be paid twenty copper coins a month.

Twenty copper coins wasn't much, barely enough for Shi Feizhe to survive.

The work at the medical hall was too much and too varied, far exceeding Shi Feizhe's expectations.

He thought being an assistant meant drying herbs, grinding herbs, and boiling herbs. In reality, being an assistant meant lifting people to turn them over, changing dressings and bandaging wounds, and even carrying corpses!

For example, a patient had been cut several times on his body, with knife wounds over an inch deep, and his whole body needed to be bandaged to prevent excessive bleeding from the wounds.

Such patients needed their dressings changed once a day to prevent the wounds from festering. Some wounds were on the front, and some were on the back. This required someone to turn the patient over.

Those martial arts practitioners had arms as thick as Shi Feizhe's thighs, with thick muscles all over their bodies, as strong as calves.

For Shi Feizhe, with his thin and weak build, turning over such a person was truly a physical task.

The terrifying thing was that there weren't just one or two such patients; sometimes there were over a dozen or even twenty. Most of these people were figures from the city's gangs. When they arrived, they were covered in blood, shouting and ordering people around.

Besides that, there were also those who were covered in blood and on their last breath, who didn't make it. At such times, Shi Feizhe was needed to help carry them out. Someone else would collect their bodies.

After a day, Shi Feizhe was utterly exhausted. Sometimes, it made Shi Feizhe wonder if moving bricks wasn't easier than this.

Despite the hard work, there were quite a few gains.

Firstly, there were indeed diagrams in the medical hall that marked the meridians and acupoints of the human body. Coupled with chatting a bit more with patients while bandaging wounds, Shi Feizhe was able to understand the locations and functions of the acupoints mentioned in the martial arts manual.

Secondly, Shi Feizhe learned many more characters.

This wasn't strange. Many characters looked like other characters due to messy handwriting.

Shi Feizhe had once misread two sets of characters inside the medical hall.

He read "Miraculous Hands Bring Spring" as "Fried Dry Noodles Fragrant."

He read "Integrity is Gold," which was written from right to left, as "All Are Idiots," reading it from left to right.

Only after recognizing these characters and looking at the manual again did he realize he had misidentified many characters back then! It truly made Shi Feizhe break out in a cold sweat and feel lingering fear!

Damn it, which bastard copied this? Couldn't they have copied it more neatly?

But who stipulated that martial arts manuals must be written in standard script without any errors or smudges?

Being skilled in martial arts doesn't mean a person is handsome or has good handwriting!

Thinking of the suffering he had endured for over a month, and the faint sensation of Qi he had felt a few days ago, Shi Feizhe gritted his teeth and climbed out of the straw bed.

He looked at the moonlight tonight; the moon was very bright. So, he took the True Origin Sword Finger Technique to the courtyard outside the door to read, so he wouldn't need to light a lamp.

You don't know the cost of firewood, rice, oil, and salt until you manage a household. Lamp oil was also very expensive!

Flipping through half of the True Origin Sword Finger Technique, Shi Feizhe slowly pondered. He had clearly felt a faint sensation of Qi a few days ago, so where was he going wrong?

Finally, he thought for a moment and calmed his mind. Following the method in the True Origin Sword Finger Technique, he stood in a sword stance. His feet were planted firmly, his hands were pressed against his legs, and his body was straight, like a long sword plunged into the ground.

His head was like the sword hilt, his hands like the sword guard, his body like the sword sheath, and the sword Qi was hidden in his heart! With each breath, following a special breathing method, a trace of "True Origin True Qi" was generated out of thin air in his Dantian!

He succeeded!

Shi Feizhe was overjoyed!

According to the records in the True Origin Sword Finger Technique, from the Dantian upwards, passing through acupoints like "Shuifen" and "Xiawan" to reach "Chengjiang," and then returning downwards to the Dantian, this constituted one small cycle of the Ren Meridian.

During this process, his trace of True Qi was also constantly growing stronger! As long as he accumulated it over time, and the True Qi opened up the Ren and Du Meridians and connected the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, he could reach the minor accomplishment realm of "Endless True Qi, Transforming Qi into Sword"!

By then, he would be able to establish himself in the Jianghu!

Just at this moment, a black figure flashed past Shi Feizhe and snatched the manual.

"I thought it was some divine skill or treasure manual, turns out it's this trash!" It was a burly man, strong as an ox. He glanced at the True Origin Sword Finger Technique in his hand and casually tossed it away.

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