Qi Blood

"What are you muttering about! Are you going to practice or not!"

Zhao Shanyue sternly reprimanded the group of trainees whispering amongst themselves.

"All of you! Don't be so lazy! If you can't cultivate Qi Blood within half a year and learn any real skills, don't blame me for kicking you out!"

The trainees trembled, silenced, and hurried back to continue lifting the weights.

Zhao Shanyue turned back to Chen Feng and said, "You should feel the warm current within your body, right?"

Chen Feng nodded.

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"Come, pick a suitable one."

Under Zhao Shanyue's guidance, Chen Feng chose a stone lock of appropriate weight.

"Practicing martial arts, the emphasis is on the word 'practice'. From now on, you will train your strength here every day, using this stone lock for bicep curls and squats. Simultaneously, coordinate with the breathing method to let the warm current wash over your muscles."

"Once you cultivate Qi Blood, you can learn our martial arts school's signature techniques."

"How will I know if I have Qi Blood?"

"It's very simple. You'll feel a surge of strength within yourself, very noticeable. You'll know when it happens."

"Yes."

"Oh, and one more thing. Practicing martial arts can harm your body. Eat more meat regularly, so you don't end up injured and sick before you even learn any skills."

"Understood."

Chen Feng didn't hesitate and followed the others to train for a whole day.

He was drenched in sweat, his body aching.

However, miraculously, as long as he circulated the Tuna Gong, the soreness would quickly dissipate, and he could clearly feel his strength slowly increasing!

Even more exciting was the voice that constantly echoed in his ears--

[You have exercised... Experience +100]

In the following days, Chen Feng would arrive at the martial arts school early every day to train his strength, hoping to cultivate Qi Blood soon and advance further to become a Martial Artist.

After finding time to perfect the Tuna Gong, Chen Feng felt his heart and lungs become more powerful. His heart in his chest cavity roared like an engine, burning a large amount of energy with each breath.

At the same time, he felt an inexhaustible supply of strength throughout his body. The fatigue and soreness generated by his muscles during strength training could be quickly resolved, ultimately transforming into his continuously growing foundation.

Time passed quickly.

Chen Feng returned home from the martial arts school as usual. Unexpectedly, a familiar person appeared at his doorstep. He had a pointed mouth, monkey cheeks, and a wicked smile. As soon as he saw Chen Feng, he greeted him from afar.

"Ah Feng! Want to go for a drink!"

This person was named Sun Qiang, a friend of the Original Owner... a bad influence. He often called the Original Owner out for drinks, and whenever it was time to pay the bill, he would always pretend to be dead drunk, making the Original Owner pay.

It was suspicious that the day the Original Owner was assaulted with blunt force trauma was the same day he drank with this person. Chen Feng suspected he was the one who did it.

"No thanks. After drinking with you last time, I was robbed on the way home and hit on the head. It hurt for more than half a month before I recovered."

After speaking, Chen Feng observed him secretly.

Sun Qiang was startled.

"Ah! No way! Who would do something so wicked!"

"Don't look at me! I was also very drunk. I parted ways with you after leaving the tavern and don't know anything."

No flaws. Chen Feng pondered. If it really was him, his acting skills were too good. However, even so, he didn't want to get too involved with this person. It was better to cut ties as soon as possible.

"I just paid the Black Tiger Gang their tribute money, so my pockets are empty."

Chen Feng spread his hands, indicating he didn't even have money for drinks.

"How can you afford to train at the martial arts school if you have no money?" Sun Qiang asked suspiciously.

"..."

"Haha, well, I meant I'll treat! I'll treat!"

[You have been deceived... Experience +100]

Chen Feng: "..."

It was clear that Sun Qiang knew he had money to learn martial arts and had specifically come to mooch a meal.

"I'm really not going. I've quit."

"Really not going?"

"Really not going."

"Alright then. I originally wanted to chat with you about Lin Jingshu. Looks like you're busy." Sun Qiang smacked his lips regretfully and turned to leave.

Chen Feng was stunned. An unnamable rage surged from the depths of his heart.

Why his Original Owner's parents died, why his Original Owner was alone and destitute, living in the Slums, reduced to the lowest rung of society, all of this was thanks to one person...

They were childhood sweethearts, innocent and inseparable. However, after their engagement, she turned to another man. The two colluded and caused the original owner's parents' deaths. The original owner was grief-stricken and drowned his sorrows in wine day after day...

At this moment, as Sun Qiang brought it up, the original owner's memories flashed rapidly through Chen Feng's mind like a movie. His heart pounded violently, and a strong sense of unwillingness and suffocation washed over him.

[Your State of Mind has changed... Experience +100]

"Wait!"

Chen Feng called out to Sun Qiang.

Dusk had just settled over the street, and the evening breeze rustled the wine flags. A servant stood at the entrance, warmly welcoming guests.

Inside the restaurant, a table was laden with dishes, both vegetarian and meat, served in generous portions, accompanied by a pot of clear wine. Sun Qiang was stuffing food into his mouth while pouring himself a drink.

"We're brothers, come on, let's have a toast to celebrate your entry into the martial arts school!"

Without waiting for Chen Feng's response, Sun Qiang raised his cup and downed it.

"What about Lin Jingshu?"

Chen Feng asked in a deep voice.

"Don't rush, eat, eat first."

Chen Feng's eyes gradually turned cold. Sun Qiang, being observant, immediately said, "It's her brother, Lin Yan, do you remember him?"

Chen Feng certainly remembered. It was this Lin Yan who introduced the man. He had treated the original owner like a stray dog to be kicked aside.

Lin Jingshu, Lin Yan, and the mastermind behind the deaths of the original owner's parents, Li Shuxian.

The thought of these three made Chen Feng's anger surge, yet his soul remained remarkably calm. He suppressed the turmoil and maintained a blank expression.

Chen Feng knew that the original owner's memories had too much influence. To achieve peace of mind, he had to take some action.

"What about him?"

"He wasn't good at studying, so the Lin family sent him to learn martial arts. Coincidentally, he's also at the Dragon Walk Martial Arts School. What a coincidence, right?"

Chen Feng frowned.

"Why have I never seen him?"

Sun Qiang added, "He paid the highest tuition fee, so he's definitely not in the same class as you. Also, I heard he has an Upper Grade Root Bone, a natural talent for martial arts."

"I advise you to give up on martial arts early and withdraw from the Dragon Walk Martial Arts School to avoid being targeted."

Chen Feng pondered.

"Alright, that's all I know. I'm done talking, let's drink!"

Sun Qiang raised his cup, downed it in one go, and let out a satisfied yell.

Chen Feng remained silent, quietly eating meat and listening to Sun Qiang's various boasts.

After three rounds of drinks, Sun Qiang was a bit tipsy.

Hiccuping, he began to critique Chen Feng.

"Feng, I'm telling you, you're stubborn. Let the past be the past, living well is what matters."

Sun Qiang took another sip of wine, fiddling with his chopsticks in the plate.

"Learning martial arts... hic... why waste money on that? You're not cut out for it. You might as well give the money to me. Your brother has a great eye, I'll manage it for you, and I guarantee it'll double or triple..."

"Look at me... I'm already an Official, so I don't have to worry about food or drink. My future is bright. You should learn from me, just do your job honestly."

The food was cold, and the wine was gone, but Sun Qiang was a Chatterbox. He exhaled strong alcoholic breath, seeming to want to talk with Chen Feng all night.

Chen Feng put down his chopsticks and said slowly, "We've eaten enough. You said you wanted to treat your brother to a meal, and I thank you for that."

Upon hearing this, Sun Qiang's eyes narrowed slightly. He pretended to be drunk and passed out, falling onto the table with a "clang," as if he were dead drunk.

[You witnessed a drunkard skipping out on the bill... Experience +100]

Chen Feng: "..."