Panel

This was also why Zhao Ping'an woke up before dawn today; his Master, Zheng Hetong, was going to start teaching him martial arts today.

After a moment of confusion, Zhao Ping'an quickly got out of bed. After washing up, he went out.

The Blazing Blade Sect was merely a second-rate sect, located on Feather Mountain, thirty li outside South Ridge City.

Feather Mountain was 1,300 meters high and occupied about two hundred mu (less than two hundred meters in diameter). It had sheer cliffs on three sides, making it difficult for even Innate Realm experts to ascend. There was only a mountain path leading up and down on the east side.

It was easy to defend and difficult to attack, truly a case of "one man guarding the pass, ten thousand men cannot get through!"

The entire Feather Mountain and the surrounding five li were the property of the Blazing Blade Sect.

This included two lumber yards, three mines, and five medicinal gardens.

All inner and outer disciples lived at the foot of the mountain. Only deacons, elders, the Sect Master, a small number of family members, and personal disciples could live on Feather Mountain.

Of course, most of them lived on the mountainside. After all, the summit was not a good place; not only was the temperature low and difficult to ascend, but the night wind was also very strong.

"Yo, Little Fifth! Why are you up so early today?"

"Yeah, Little Fifth, we've never seen you get out of bed before sunrise since you came up the mountain!"

"You guys know Little Fifth isn't well, and you're still mocking him? Be careful, Master will deal with you later!"

"We were just joking! It's so boring on the mountain, all we do every day is train, we're going stir-crazy! I really envy Senior Disciple Brother..."

"If you could become a Houtian Martial Artist, you could go down the mountain too! Too bad..."

"Junior Sister, what do you mean by shaking your head? My internal organs are almost at their limit. In six months at most, I will definitely break through to the Martial Practitioner Realm!"

"Greetings, Second Senior Disciple Brother, Third Senior Sister, Fourth Senior Disciple Brother! Master promised to start teaching me martial arts today, so..."

Zhao Ping'an said, scratching his head a little embarrassedly.

"No wonder! Your body has been recuperated enough. It'll be too late if you don't start training now!"

Third Senior Sister Mu Yunmeng nodded slightly.

"Yeah! We all started strengthening our bodies at twelve years old! Let's go, let's eat first, otherwise, Master's wife will scold us again..."

Second Senior Disciple Brother Cui Kang'an echoed, then shivered suddenly and urged them on.

"Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!"

Before Zhao Ping'an stood three of his senior brothers and sisters. There were no conflicts of interest among them, and under the teachings of Master Zheng Hetong and Master's wife Zhao Xiuyun, they were all cheerful and got along well.

Senior Disciple Brother Ji Xiangming had already broken through to the Houtian Martial Artist Realm three years ago, at the age of twenty, and had gone down the mountain for training.

Of course, he wasn't just wandering around outside, but helping the Blazing Blade Sect manage some of its more distant properties. He returned twice a year, bringing many things only available in the city for his junior brothers and sisters each time.

Snacks, dolls, clothes, and so on...

Second Senior Disciple Brother Cui Kang'an and Third Senior Sister Mu Yunmeng were similar in age, both just over nineteen this year, in the prime of their youth.

Their cultivation was at the ninth level of the Warrior Realm, and they could break through to the Martial Practitioner Realm at any time.

The last one, Fourth Senior Disciple Brother Liu Zhe, was only three years older than Zhao Ping'an, seventeen this year. However, his talent was the best among all his senior brothers and sisters. His cultivation had already reached the seventh level of the Warrior Realm, and he was expected to break through to the Martial Practitioner Realm at eighteen.

Years of martial arts training had made their development significantly faster than their peers, and their physiques were all at a well-built level.

After the meal, on a training ground covering only five hundred square meters, Zhao Ping'an stood before his Master, Zheng Hetong.

The other senior brothers and sisters were cultivating separately not far away. However, from their distorted movements and the way they kept looking back, it was clear they were somewhat distracted.

"Ping'an! Today, I will teach you my Blazing Blade Sect's Body Tempering Art. This is also the necessary path for Martial Trainee cultivation!"

"The Body Tempering Art is divided into three major stages with a total of nine levels. Every three levels constitute one stage!"

"They are: Muscle Training from levels one to three, Bone Quenching from levels four to six, and Skin Grinding from levels seven to nine."

"Once the muscles, bones, and skin are all tempered to their limit, you will undergo blood replacement. After completion, you will break through to the Warrior Realm!"

"But there is one crucial point you must remember: you must temper your muscles, bones, and skin to their limit! Because only then can you expel impurities from your body to the maximum extent during blood replacement, which will greatly benefit your future cultivation!"

Afterward, Zheng Hetong took out a thin booklet and handed it to Zhao Ping'an, telling him to familiarize himself with the content first.

Zhao Ping'an had learned a little about the language of this world from the residual soul of the unknown beggar whose body he had merged with. This allowed him to understand others' conversations.

Over the next four years, he recuperated his body while studying and learning to read and write under the tutelage of his Master's wife.

Now was the time to put it to use.

Body Tempering Art!

On the brand-new booklet, three large characters written in a powerful, flowing script were displayed. Zhao Ping'an immediately recognized them as being in Master Zheng Hetong's handwriting.

Such a low-level technique was long useless to Zheng Hetong, who was already in the Innate Realm. He had clearly copied it specifically for him.

Sitting cross-legged on a cushion on the ground, Zhao Ping'an opened the first secret manual he had encountered.

Upon opening it, he discovered that in addition to the cultivation methods of the Body Tempering Art, there were densely packed notes in red font in the blank spaces, making it very detailed.

Unconsciously, Zhao Ping'an became engrossed, constantly flipping through the pages.

When he finished reading the last page, it was already noon.

Suddenly...

"Ding! Detected a low-grade technique, Body Tempering Art, it has been imprinted onto the status panel!"

"Simplified Deduction Panel officially activated! Wishing you a pleasant journey!"

"Huh? What was that sound? Panel?"

The voice that suddenly appeared in his mind startled Zhao Ping'an. It was a devoid, computer-generated voice.

He hadn't heard it in many years.

As the word "panel" appeared in Zhao Ping'an's mind, a blue light screen immediately materialized before him. The lines of Chinese characters on it left him somewhat stunned.

[Name: Zhao Ping'an]
[Realm: Ordinary Person]
Techniques:
[Body Tempering Art (Low-Grade): 0/100 (Uninitiated, Simplified), 100 Jumping Jacks increase proficiency by 1]
[Deduction Points: 100%]

(Method of obtaining Deduction Points: Eating, absorbing external energy, etc., can all yield Deduction Points!
The higher the cultivation, the greater the total amount of Deduction Points!
After a technique is fully mastered, Deduction Points can be consumed to deduce and advance the technique to a higher grade!)

"Isn't this the game panel I designed? It actually crossed over with me?"

Looking at the status panel before him, Zhao Ping'an's eyes widened, the joy in them impossible to conceal.

Even though it looked simple with just a few lines, he knew how monstrous this thing would become later.

Because of his design, deduction had no limits.

In other words, even the most trashy, low-grade technique could eventually become a divine-level, no! A technique stronger than divine-level, through continuous deduction.