Scalp Tingling, 14 Cultivation Techniques Await!

The sky was darkening, night slowly drawing its curtain.

Around seven in the evening.

Inside the inn room, Fang Hong held a martial arts manual, reading by candlelight.

The cover read "Crane Hand."

This manual was naturally one of the three that Zhou Chengyuan and the others had sent over.

Earlier, after the three had left the inn, within less than an hour, they each had their chosen manuals delivered to the Xuan Yue Inn.

In total, they sent thirteen manuals.

Wu Pengjing of the Sea Sand Gang sent four, Town Chief Zhang Wenbin sent four, and Zhou Family head Zhou Chengyuan sent five.

The levels of the manuals they sent were mostly similar.

One was at the Bone Refinement level, three at the Skin Refinement level, and the rest were ordinary Flesh Refinement level manuals.

Though those Flesh Refinement manuals were lower in level, they were still fairly exquisite.

At least they were far more refined than the Military Formation Saber Art and Horse Stance Fang Hong had been practicing before.

Those two techniques—if Fang Hong hadn't relied on his Golden Finger to train them to perfection, to a miraculous state—

ordinary people could never have reached Flesh Refinement Mastery through them alone.

But looking at the number and levels of manuals the three had sent, Fang Hong guessed they must have discussed it beforehand.

Otherwise, it couldn't be such a coincidence.

Then, Fang Hong thought back to the conditions the three had agreed to earlier.

Perhaps they had already planned that out too.

Even though he had raised his demands, he still wasn't as shrewd as these old hands who'd spent decades in the underworld.

But it didn't matter.

When he agreed to them, Fang Hong had already thought it through carefully.

Even if the conditions he'd proposed were still too low, it was fine.

He definitely wouldn't come out at a loss.

His goal was the martial arts manuals and to learn more about this world from the three.

Especially about the Martial Dao Sects and the conditions for joining one.

With a sect's backing and support, it was far more reliable than wandering the underworld alone.

As long as he could join a Martial Dao Sect, his strength would skyrocket.

After reading a while longer and flipping to the last page of "Crane Hand,"

Fang Hong finally let out a breath and set down the manual.

Earlier, he had been training one technique at a time and hadn't noticed.

But this time, flipping through thirteen manuals all at once, Fang Hong discovered another hidden function of his Golden Finger.

Any technique he read, once recorded in the Golden Finger panel, its contents would be firmly imprinted in his mind.

He didn't need to waste effort memorizing them.

So after recording the contents of these thirteen manuals, Fang Hong burned them all.

Great Falling Monument Hand: Perfection

Iron Leg Skill: Beginner (0/100)

Zhongping Spear Art: First Layer (0/100)

Cloud Piercing Palm: First Layer (0/100)

Jade Scale Body Tempering Technique: Beginner (0/100)

Flying Crane Fist: Beginner (0/100)

Mountain Shaking Fist: Beginner (0/100)

Horse Stance: Perfection

Among the thirteen newly acquired manuals, "Zhongping Spear Art" was the one at the Bone Refinement level.

"Cloud Piercing Palm," "Jade Scale Body Tempering Technique," and "Flying Crane Fist" were at the Skin Refinement level.

The rest were only at the Flesh Refinement level.

The good news was, he could train all of them.

Only after he cultivated all these techniques to the perfected realm...

Even if his strength level didn't improve much, his overall combat power would definitely see a significant boost.

It would also patch up some of his weaknesses, making his fighting methods more comprehensive and diverse.

As for the bad news—

The techniques waiting for him to cultivate were simply too many.

Adding the Iron Leg Skill he hadn't trained yet, there were now a full fourteen techniques waiting for him to practice!

Thinking of this, Fang Hong couldn't help scratching his head in mild frustration.

"With this many techniques to cultivate, it'll probably take me a whole week to reach the perfected realm for all of them."

Just imagining it made his scalp tingle.

But if anyone else knew what he was thinking, they'd probably all be full of question marks.

What the hell kind of crazy talk is that?

Seven days to perfect fourteen techniques?

If it were them, they'd all go insane!

Knock knock knock~

Just then, a knock came at the door.

"Mr. Fang, Elder Zhou has sent me to escort you to the dock."

A male voice sounded from outside.

Hearing this, Fang Hong raised an eyebrow. "Got it."

He then followed the man to the dock.

Fenshui Town relied on the Fen River tributary, and its water transport commerce was thriving.

If it were daytime, the docks would be packed with Traveling Merchants and laborers moving cargo.

But now it was night, and compared to the day, the dock was much quieter.

"Mr. Fang!"

Zhou Chengyuan and the other two had already arrived with their people, waiting there. Seeing Fang Hong approach, they immediately greeted him respectfully.

"Mr. Fang, I don't practice martial arts, so I won't be able to accompany you this time."

"This is my clansman, Zhang Wenshan. He'll be going in my stead. I hope you can look out for him."

Zhang Wenbin pointed to a middle-aged man in fitted attire beside him and introduced him to Fang Hong.

"Mm."

Fang Hong nodded.

"Since Mr. Fang has arrived, let's set off immediately. Mr. Fang, please!"

"Mr. Fang, please!"

Zhou Chengyuan, seeing that everything was in order, spoke up.

Fang Hong then boarded a large ship with the group.

Once on board, Zhou Chengyuan turned to Fang Hong. "It's just getting dark. Would you like to rest for a while, Mr. Fang?"

"If you're not in a hurry, I've prepared some light refreshments. I hope you'll do me the honor."

Hearing this, Fang Hong raised an eyebrow slightly. "Then I'll trouble you, Patriarch Zhou."

He happened to want to ask about joining a Martial Dao Sect anyway.

So they went to a larger room, where a table full of delicacies had already been laid out.

Over the next while, as they savored the fine food and wine, Fang Hong chatted with the three men.

Naturally, he brought up the questions he cared about.

Not only was Fang Hong stronger than them, but they were also currently in need of his help.

So when it came to his questions, they answered everything they knew without holding back.

Among these three, one was the head of the Sea Sand Gang, controlling water transport over a vast area.

Another was old and shrewd, widely experienced and knowledgeable.

The last came from a prominent family with ties to the government, so his knowledge naturally surpassed that of ordinary people.

So, with each of them adding their piece, Fang Hong quickly gained a clearer and more comprehensive understanding of this world.