Fenshui Town, Xuan Yue Inn room.
The rising sun cast a ray of sunlight through the windowsill onto Fang Hong's face.
Under the sunlight, the contours of Fang Hong's face appeared exceptionally sharp.
His clear, bright eyes seemed to gleam beneath the sun.
At that moment, Fang Hong sat upright at the table before the window.
With a focused expression, he carefully prepared the secret medicine he would use for cultivation later, following the formula recorded in the Great Falling Monument Hand manual.
Yesterday, he had visited every medical hall in Fenshui Town and spent several hundred taels purchasing a great many medicinal ingredients.
Besides the ingredients needed to prepare the secret medicine, he had also bought ingredients for brewing tonics to replenish his qi and blood.
Knock, knock, knock~
At that moment, someone knocked on the door.
When he opened it, he found an attendant carrying a medicine pot.
"Sir, this is the medicinal soup you asked us to brew."
"Only, the amount you requested was truly too much. This batch has just finished brewing; we're still working on the rest for you."
The attendant spoke with great respect.
He had no choice but to be respectful. This was a wealthy, generous customer.
The tips Fang Hong gave with a casual flick of his hand exceeded the attendant's monthly wages. He had to serve him well.
"Mm, very good."
Taking the still-steaming medicine pot, Fang Hong nodded in satisfaction.
Then he directly rewarded the attendant with one tael of silver.
"Good. Keep brewing the rest of the All-Inclusive Great Tonic Soup. I'll need it shortly!"
"Yes, sir. I'll keep watch over it myself. The moment it's done, I'll bring it straight over."
Taking the reward money, the attendant immediately answered with delight.
Food could replenish energy too, but its efficiency was ultimately too low.
Before, he simply had not had the means.
Now that he had so much money, if he did not spend it now, then when would he?
So, after asking around at the medical halls, he decisively replaced ordinary qi-and-blood replenishing food with All-Inclusive Great Tonic Soup.
He had already tested it yesterday.
The All-Inclusive Great Tonic Soup replenished qi and blood several times more effectively than simply stuffing himself with food.
When he cultivated the Great Falling Monument Hand and advanced later, it would certainly consume a vast amount of energy.
Relying on food alone would replenish his qi and blood far too slowly.
He did not want to wait that long, nor did he want to experience that hunger that made him feel as though he wanted to devour everything before his eyes.
"The All-Inclusive Great Tonic Soup is brewed, and the secret medicine is nearly prepared. It's time to cultivate the Great Falling Monument Hand."
Fang Hong eagerly sat back down. After spending some time finishing the secret medicine completely,
he immediately and impatiently smeared it over both hands.
He carefully coated every finger gap, knuckle, palm, back of the hand, even his wrists and forearms with the secret medicine.
Then Fang Hong rose to his feet. Qi and blood surged within him, and inner force circulated.
He immediately began practicing the Great Falling Monument Hand forms according to the manual.
Qi followed force, and force moved with strength!
As Fang Hong practiced, the qi, blood, and inner force within his body began to churn and flow without cease.
Together with the medicinal efficacy of the secret medicine on his hands, they began madly tempering the bones, flesh, and skin throughout his body.
Especially his hands!
The muscles in both hands visibly began to twist slowly.
Very soon, Fang Hong finished one complete set of Great Falling Monument Hand forms.
The proficiency of the Great Falling Monument Hand on the panel before him also increased by one point.
Great Falling Monument Hand: Level One (2/100)
He looked at the secret medicine on his hands. Its color had only changed slightly.
"According to the manual, one portion of secret medicine is enough to support three to four cultivation sessions."
"In that case, let's continue!"
Afterward, Fang Hong did not rest and continued cultivating.
Great Falling Monument Hand: Level One (3/100)
Great Falling Monument Hand: Level One (4/100)
Great Falling Monument Hand: Level One (5/100)
After cultivating four times, the secret medicine on Fang Hong's hands completely lost its effect.
"It seems transmigrating did not alter this body's natural aptitude. It's still ordinary."
As Fang Hong cleaned the medicinal stains and residue from his hands, he thought to himself.
It had been mentioned before that Father Fang had examined his bones and found that his aptitude was nothing remarkable—entirely ordinary.
That was why Father Fang had stopped forcing the original owner to practice martial arts and seek a master.
And judging from how he had absorbed the secret medicine's efficacy while cultivating the Great Falling Monument Hand this time,
his arrival through transmigration had not changed this body's aptitude either.
Yet at that thought, Fang Hong gave a soft laugh.
"But it doesn't matter. As long as the Golden Finger remains, whether my aptitude is good or bad has no effect on me at all."
"After all, regardless of aptitude, every cultivation session only adds one point of proficiency."
"Continue!"
Looking at the sun rising in the sky beyond the window, Fang Hong's gaze hardened.
"I'll strive to cultivate the Great Falling Monument Hand to the perfected level today!"
Immediately afterward, Fang Hong applied more secret medicine to his hands and began cultivating once again.
An hour later.
As Fang Hong completed the final movement, the Great Falling Monument Hand's proficiency on the panel before him increased by another point.
Great Falling Monument Hand: Level Two (0/100)
The proficiency at ninety-nine points on the first level abruptly became one hundred after increasing by one point.
Then it changed again into zero proficiency at the second level.
Buzz~
In an instant, Fang Hong's mind seemed to drift into a brief haze.
In that haze, he seemed to be in a pitch-black space, tirelessly practicing the Great Falling Monument Hand like a machine.
There was no concept of time whatsoever within that black space.
He had no idea how long had passed.
He only knew that he did not regain his senses until his cultivation of the Great Falling Monument Hand had broken through to the second level.
Although he did not know how much time had passed in that black space, in reality he had only been dazed for a brief moment.
Fang Hong was not particularly alarmed.
He was already familiar with this situation beyond familiarity.
It had been the same when he cultivated the Horse Stance, archery, and the Military Formation Saber Art before.
And the instant he regained consciousness, Fang Hong felt as if half the qi and blood in his entire body had been sucked dry.
His face instantly turned somewhat pale, and the qi and blood throughout his body seemed to have weakened considerably.
His stomach rumbled, and an intense hunger surged into his heart.
Yet as these changes occurred, his body began changing as well.
The muscles across his body continuously strengthened, as if being wildly tempered by an invisible force.
The muscles in his hands especially strengthened far more dramatically than those in the rest of his body.
The muscles in his hands kept thickening, enlarging, and hardening.
But Fang Hong had absolutely no mind to care about the changes in his body right now.
Feeling that hunger that seemed capable of swallowing everything whole, Fang Hong immediately picked up the pot of All-Inclusive Great Tonic Soup from the table.
Grasping it in one hand, he tipped back his head and gulped it down mouthful after mouthful.
Gulp, gulp—
The still-warm All-Inclusive Great Tonic Soup began to be madly digested and absorbed by Fang Hong's body the instant it entered his stomach.
His body at that moment was like a parched desert.
It crazily absorbed every drop of water, not allowing even the slightest bit to escape.
As it was continuously digested and absorbed, great waves of heat replenished the flesh and blood throughout Fang Hong's body.
His depleted qi and blood began recovering at a rapid pace.
His somewhat pale complexion and weak aura steadily returned as well.
Only after drinking more than half the pot of All-Inclusive Great Tonic Soup did Fang Hong stop.
By then, his qi and blood had recovered, and the changes in the muscles throughout his body had ceased.
"Very good. This feeling of growing stronger is still so intoxicating~~"
Fang Hong felt the greatly increased strength of his muscles, his eyes filled with burning heat.
As expected of a martial art involving the Bone Refinement level—it truly was different.
Its tempering effect on the muscles was far beyond what basic arts like the Horse Stance and Military Formation Saber Art could compare with.
Then Fang Hong looked at his palms and fingers, which had visibly swollen and thickened by a full circle, and slightly raised his brows.
His five fingers curled slightly as he slowly clenched them into a fist.
"What tremendous power!!"
Feeling the strength contained within his hands, Fang Hong's face was filled with excitement.
He felt that if he faced Deng Changliu again now, there would be no need to draw his saber at all.
One punch would be enough to smash him to death!
Even though he was still only at Flesh Refinement Mastery and had yet to break through to the Skin Refinement level.
But he could already sense it.
As long as the Great Falling Monument Hand broke through once more, he would immediately advance to the Skin Refinement realm!
"Continue, continue!!"
Feeling the strength that was so much greater than before,
Fang Hong excitedly continued cultivating!
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