Great Falling Monument Hand, Breakthrough!!

Fenshui Town, Xuan Yue Inn room.

The climbing sun cast a beam of light through the window, falling across Fang Hong's face.

Beneath the sunlight, the sharp angles of Fang Hong's features were thrown into stark relief.

A pair of clear, penetrating eyes seemed to shimmer in the glow.

At this moment, Fang Hong sat upright at the table by the window.

His expression was utterly focused as he carefully prepared the secret medicine for his upcoming training, following the formula recorded in the Great Falling Monument Hand manual.

Yesterday, he had visited every medical hall in Fenshui Town, spending several hundred taels to purchase a large quantity of herbs.

Among them, aside from the ingredients needed for the secret medicine, there were also herbs for brewing a tonic to replenish his qi and blood.

Dong dong dong~

Just then, a knock came at the door.

He opened it to find a waiter carrying a medicine pot.

"Sir, this is the medicinal broth you asked us to prepare for you."

"But the amount you requested is truly enormous—this batch is freshly brewed; the rest are still being worked on."

The waiter spoke with great deference.

He had no choice but to be respectful—this was a big-spending customer.

The tips he'd casually given were more than the waiter's monthly wages, so he had to be well-served.

"Mm, good."

Taking the still-scalding medicine pot, Fang Hong nodded with satisfaction.

He then directly rewarded the waiter with a tael of silver.

"Good. Keep brewing the rest of the All-Inclusive Great Tonic Soup as well. I'll need it soon!"

"Right away, sir! I'll keep an eye on it—as soon as it's done, I'll bring it to you immediately."

Taking the tip, the waiter replied with obvious excitement.

Food could replenish energy, but in the end, it was far too inefficient.

Before, he hadn't had the means.

Now that he had so much money, when else would he spend it?

So after consulting the medical halls, he decisively swapped his qi-and-blood replenishment method for the All-Inclusive Great Tonic Soup.

He had already tested it yesterday.

The soup's effect in restoring qi and blood was several times greater than eating food alone.

When he trained the Great Falling Monument Hand and advanced, he would surely consume a massive amount of energy.

Relying solely on eating food to replenish qi and blood would be far too slow.

He didn't want to wait that long, nor did he want to experience that ravenous hunger that made him want to devour everything in sight.

"The All-Inclusive Great Tonic Soup is brewing, and the secret medicine is almost ready. It's time to train the Great Falling Monument Hand."

Fang Hong sat back down, full of anticipation. After spending a while finishing the preparation of the secret medicine, he immediately and eagerly applied it to his hands.

Between his fingers, knuckles, palms, the backs of his hands, and even his wrists and forearms—he carefully coated every inch with the medicine.

Then, with a single movement, he rose. His qi and blood surged, and his inner energy flowed.

Immediately, he began practicing the forms of the Great Falling Monument Hand as recorded in the manual.

Qi followed the energy, and energy moved with force!

As Fang Hong practiced, the qi, blood, and inner energy within him began to churn and circulate.

Combined with the medicinal effect of the secret medicine on his hands, it started to fiercely temper his bones, flesh, and skin.

Especially his hands!

It was visibly noticeable that the muscles on his hands began to twist slowly.

Soon, Fang Hong had completed one full cycle of the Great Falling Monument Hand forms.

On the panel before him, the proficiency of Great Falling Monument Hand had increased by one point.

Great Falling Monument Hand: First Layer (2/100)

He glanced at the secret medicine on his hands—it had only changed slightly in color.

"According to the manual, one dose of secret medicine is enough to support three to four training sessions."

"In that case, let's continue!"

Without resting, Fang Hong resumed his training.

Great Falling Monument Hand: First Layer (3/100)

Great Falling Monument Hand: First Layer (4/100)

Great Falling Monument Hand: First Layer (5/100)

After four rounds of training, the secret medicine smeared on Fang Hong's hands had completely lost its effect.

"Looks like transmigrating didn't change this body's bone structure. It's still ordinary."

Fang Hong thought to himself as he cleaned the lingering medicine residue and grime from his hands.

As mentioned before, Father Fang had once felt his bones and found his bone structure unremarkable—completely average.

That was why he hadn't pushed the original owner to keep training in martial arts or seek a master.

And from how his body absorbed the secret medicine's effects during this session of training the Great Falling Monument Hand...

His arrival through transmigration hadn't altered this body's bone structure either.

But thinking of this, Fang Hong let out a light chuckle.

"Doesn't matter, though. As long as the Golden Finger is still here, good or bad bone structure has no effect on me at all."

"After all, whether the bones are good or bad, each training session only adds one point of proficiency."

"Keep going!"

He glanced at the rising sun outside the window, his gaze firming.

"I'll push the Great Falling Monument Hand to perfection within today!"

With that, Fang Hong reapplied the secret medicine to his hands and resumed training.

An hour later.

As Fang Hong completed the final movement, the proficiency for the Great Falling Monument Hand on the panel before him increased by one point again.

Great Falling Monument Hand: Second Layer (0/100)

The first layer's 99 proficiency, after gaining that one point, suddenly became 100.

Then it immediately shifted to the second layer's 0 proficiency.

Hum~

For an instant, Fang Hong's mind seemed to blur.

In that haze, he felt as if he were in a pitch-black space, like a machine, tirelessly and madly practicing the Great Falling Monument Hand.

Within that dark space, there was no concept of time.

He had no idea how long it lasted.

But eventually, when his training in the Great Falling Monument Hand broke through to the second layer...

His mind snapped back to clarity.

Though he didn't know how much time had passed in that dark space, only a brief moment had slipped by in reality.

Fang Hong wasn't particularly alarmed.

He was all too familiar with this situation.

It had happened the same way when he trained in Horse Stance, Archery, and the Military Formation Saber Art.

The moment he regained his senses, Fang Hong felt as if half the blood and energy in his body had been drained away.

His face instantly turned pale, and his entire vitality seemed to weaken significantly.

His stomach let out a loud growl, and a fierce hunger surged through him.

But alongside these changes, his body began to transform.

His muscles started to strengthen continuously, as if being fiercely tempered by an invisible force.

The muscles in his hands, in particular, grew far more than those in the rest of his body.

They thickened, swelled, and hardened.

At that moment, though, Fang Hong had no mind to pay attention to his body's changes.

Driven by that hunger that felt like it could devour everything, he immediately grabbed the jar of All-Inclusive Great Tonic Soup from the table.

Holding it with one hand, he tilted his head back and gulped it down in large mouthfuls.

Gulp gulp—

The still-warm All-Inclusive Great Tonic Soup, the moment it entered Fang Hong's stomach, began to be frantically digested and absorbed by his body.

His body was like a parched desert right now.

Wildly soaking up every drop of moisture, not wasting a single bit.

Through continuous digestion and absorption, a massive surge of heat replenished every fiber of his flesh and blood.

His depleted vitality began to recover at lightning speed.

His somewhat pale complexion and weakened breath steadily recovered.

Only after drinking more than half of that jar of All-Inclusive Great Tonic Soup did Fang Hong stop.

His blood and qi had now restored, and the changes in his muscles had ceased.

"Good. This feeling of growing stronger is still so intoxicating~"

Fang Hong savored the greatly enhanced strength of his muscles, his eyes burning with fervor.

No wonder it was a technique involving the Bone Refinement level—it was truly different.

Its effect on tempering the muscles was far beyond what basic skills like Horse Stance and Military Formation Saber Art could match.

Then Fang Hong looked at his palms and fingers, which had noticeably swollen and thickened, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

He curled his fingers slowly into a fist.

"Such a powerful feeling!!"

Feeling the force contained in his hands, Fang Hong's face was full of excitement.

He felt that now, if he faced Deng Changliu again, he wouldn't even need to draw his blade.

One punch would be enough to crush him!

Even though he was still at the Flesh Refinement Mastery level, not yet breaking through to the Skin Refinement stage.

But he could already sense it.

As long as he made another breakthrough in Great Falling Monument Hand, he would immediately break into the Skin Refinement realm!

"Keep going, keep going!!"

Feeling the power within him, now so much greater than before, Fang Hong resumed his training with even more fervor!