True Love

On the panel data, all techniques had reached the Perfection level, and his own body had reached the point where bones, sinews, skin, and flesh were fused into one.

For a month, Feng Xiu had trained hard every day, soaked in medicinal baths every night, and had an unlimited supply of pills.

"Finally, I've reached this step. It wasn't for nothing that I've worked so hard cultivating all this time."

Now, the blood energy within his body was no longer the thin, weak stream of heat it had been before, but a surging river roaring through his meridians, causing his limbs and bones to tremble faintly wherever it passed.

Whenever he wanted, he could touch the Guanyuan acupoint!

The corners of Feng Xiu's mouth lifted slightly as he looked down at the back of his hand. His skin was rough and wrinkled, covered in thick calluses.

With just a light clench, his joints cracked, and a powerful sense of strength spread from his fingers all the way to his wrist, forearm, and elbow.

The lines of his muscles were smooth and powerful, his shoulders broad, his waist firm. Just standing there, he was like an iron spear driven into the ground. Compared to before, his stature was now half a head taller than Han Che.

When martial arts were cultivated to a deep level, blood energy nourished the body, causing a rebirth of flesh and bone. It had actually forced his bones to stretch out another section.

Han Che had trained with Zhou Gang for over ten years and was considered a personal disciple, but now, Feng Xiu's blood energy was more than three times his!

The three-month deadline set by Feng Ao to reach the Great Completion of Body Refining had been achieved in just over a month, so Feng Xiu was naturally satisfied.

"After Body Refining is complete, combined with the Blood Returning Pill, I'll definitely be able to advance to Blood Burning."

"There's also the synthesis function on the Technique Record, which I can use now. No matter what it looks like, I have to give it a try."

"Hopefully, I'll get a free attribute point. Then, no matter who this Tang Reservoir master or Su Wantang is."

"I'll just add points and crush them!"

Looking at the now brightly flashing synthesis option on the light screen, a trace of anticipation involuntarily rose in Feng Xiu's heart.

With that thought, Feng Xiu walked toward Uncle Zheng, but before he could get close, a sturdy figure hurried over.

Seeing that Feng Xiu had finished his training, Feng Shouzhuo immediately put on a smile and trotted up to him.

"Big brother, wipe your sweat."

Feng Shouzhuo handed over a towel with a fawning smile.

Feng Xiu took the towel and casually wiped his forehead, his expression instantly turning cold.

"Feng Shouzhuo, who told you to come here? Did you read your books today?"

Feng Xiu genuinely couldn't bring himself to like his own younger brother, in a certain sense.

Everything the Feng Clan was doing now was to clean up the mess from Feng Shouzhuo's romantic entanglements.

You had your fun with a single shudder in bed, and now I have to wipe your ass?

Hearing this, Feng Shouzhuo's smile froze. "I did read, of course I did. I read for an hour this morning. If you don't believe me, ask Uncle Zheng."

"Alright, then I'll test you." Feng Xiu was amused, a half-smile playing on his face.

"White Willow Village has seventy-three tenant households this year. Each household is given thirty mu of land. How many mu is that in total?"

"Also, during spring planting, each mu needs eight jin of Golden Ear Seed. The granary has eighteen thousand jin of seeds. Calculate for me whether that's enough and how much is left."

Feng Shouzhuo was completely stunned. His lips moved, and his fingers curled up secretly.

His brows furrowed in thought as he muttered to himself, "Seventy-three households, thirty mu each, eighteen thousand jin..."

"Two thousand one hundred and ninety mu, four hundred and eighty jin." Feng Xiu interrupted him.

"Just these two problems, and you need to calculate for so long?"

Feng Shouzhuo gave an awkward smile. "I, I was doing mental math. It's normal for mental math to be slow. I study the sages' texts, not an accountant's tricks."

"Fine, so the sages' texts taught you to be a smooth talker, huh?"

Feng Shouzhuo kept quiet, afraid of provoking an even harsher reprimand from Feng Xiu.

Feng Xiu looked at him, then changed the subject. "Alright, tell me. What do you want from me?"

Seeing that his big brother wasn't pursuing the matter, Feng Shouzhuo perked up immediately. He leaned in and lowered his voice. "Big brother, well, I... I want to learn martial arts."

Feng Xiu raised an eyebrow.

Feng Shouzhuo quickly explained, "Big brother, look at it this way. I'm living at home now, I can't just freeload, right? And I saw how impressive your moves are, so I thought I'd give it a try."

His reasoning sounded solid, but his eyes clearly showed a fawning intent.

Feng Xiu didn't call him out on it.

But come to think of it, during this time living in the mansion, he had indeed been much more well-behaved.

Every day, aside from eating and sleeping, he stayed in his room, reading and writing. Letting him learn some martial arts could both pass the time and strengthen his body, while also curbing his wild nature.

As for that Tang Reservoir master who wanted to kill him.

Feng Xiu's gaze darkened. A month had passed with no movement at all. That was the most unsettling part.

"Alright." Feng Xiu smiled. "Since you have the heart, let Xiao Han teach you."

"Xiao Han." Then, Feng Xiu raised his voice.

"My little brother here thinks your training is just fancy moves and wants to spar with you."

Inside the training hall, as everyone practiced, their gazes were fixed on the Feng brothers. Han Che, hearing this, also understood Feng Xiu's meaning.

Someone let out a jeering laugh. Han Che's seemingly dull face twisted into a vicious grin as he strode over.

Among the escort team, everyone knew the Feng Clan was a "hidden dragon and crouching tiger"—in the literal sense.

Here, you could not only see the eldest brother, who trained hard and had exceptional martial talent, but also the second brother, who felt like ants were crawling all over him if he went a single day without teasing the maidservants.

As for Feng Shouzhuo, he'd been a good-for-nothing for ages.

"Big brother, I'm a little..."

Seeing this, Feng Shouzhuo belatedly realized what was happening. His face paled as he forced a weak smile.

"Too late for regrets now!" Feng Xiu sneered, reaching out to shove him.

He pushed. No movement??

Not only that, but Feng Shouzhuo even stepped back a few paces.

Feng Xiu then added another thirty percent strength to his right arm.

He pushed again. Still no movement?!

"Big brother, why are you touching me?"

Feng Shouzhuo stood as steady as a rock, turning back with a bewildered look.

Feng Xiu's expression stiffened. With his current strength, a casual punch could snap a bowl-thick wooden post in two.

Even if he hadn't used full force, it shouldn't have been something Feng Shouzhuo could withstand.

"Stand still." Feng Xiu was inwardly astonished, his voice turning heavy.

"Big brother, what's wrong?" Feng Shouzhuo felt a chill under his gaze.

Feng Xiu didn't answer, sinking into thought.

So-called martial talent and bone structure largely depended on a person's skeletal frame—the sturdier the frame, the more muscle density it could support.

Any observant person could see that Feng Shouzhuo was very strong. Feng Xiu couldn't make up his mind and turned to look at Han Che instead.

"You try."

By now, Han Che had also noticed Feng Xiu's confusion, so he stepped forward.

He placed his hand on Feng Shouzhuo's shoulder and chest, his fingers exerting slight pressure to sense the flow of his blood and qi.

His brow instantly furrowed.

Feng Shouzhuo's confusion turned to panic, and he begged, "Xiao Han, go easy on me."

"Shut up. Who said you could call me Xiao Han?"

Han Che barked, releasing his hand and stopping.

He looked at Feng Xiu, a trace of shock in his eyes, slightly dumbfounded.

"Young master, the second young master's physique..." He swallowed, feeling his mouth go dry.

He blurted out an absurd conclusion that Feng Xiu didn't want to believe.

"No less than a Body Refining Grand Completion martial artist!"

"And his foundation is extremely solid." He paused, then added.

Han Che wanted to say that Feng Shouzhuo's blood and qi foundation was even stronger than Feng Xiu's, but the thought just flashed through his mind. Finding it too exaggerated, he changed his words.

"More solid than mine."

Feng Shouzhuo was baffled by their exchange, but he understood that part. A delighted grin spread across his face.

"Really? Then am I a martial genius?"

Feng Xiu stared at him, also shaken by Han Che's words.

Body Refining Grand Completion? Genius?

A month ago, Feng Shouzhuo had been lying in bed, skin and bones, too weak to even speak.

A month later, not only was his complexion ruddy and his build robust, but he also possessed a foundation no less than Body Refining Grand Completion.

Who was the key factor in all this?

Feng Xiu said nothing. After a moment's thought, he turned to look at Uncle Zheng, who was still perfecting the fist manual. "Uncle Zheng, test Shouzhuo's bone structure."

He wanted Uncle Zheng to verify it further.

Hearing this, Uncle Zheng put down his brush, walked over, and reached out to feel Feng Shouzhuo's pulse and bones. His expression gradually grew solemn, mixed with a wonder he had never seen before.

Su Wantang had used some special method to restore Feng Shouzhuo's vitality, changing his once frail frame—that was a fact.

But no one had thought about it in terms of martial arts.

"Uncle Zheng, back then you said Uncle Zhou's blood and qi were depleted, yet Shouzhuo is this robust."

Feng Xiu spoke, a thought flashing through his mind, and he voiced it gravely.

Earlier, after Zhou Gang recovered, Feng Xiu had also explained the inside story to the two of them. Now, before he could finish, both Han Che and Uncle Zheng understood his meaning.

Han Che opened his mouth, then stopped himself.

Uncle Zheng was silent for a long time before letting out a slow sigh. "Unheard of. Beyond belief."

Feng Shouzhuo wanted to say something more, but seeing Feng Xiu's stern expression, he wisely shut his mouth.

"You go back first." Feng Xiu shot him a glare. "We'll talk about martial arts later."

He shoved the towel into Han Che's hands and slipped away in a flash.

The training ground fell silent.

"Yes, unheard of. Transferring blood and qi to another person—has martial arts ever seen such a method?"

During this past month, Feng Xiu hadn't only trained relentlessly.

He had also read extensively—medical texts, martial arts manuals, the extraordinary meridians, acupoints, and the circulation of qi through the channels.

Even blood and qi could be stolen away. Unfathomable!

"I've heard of techniques for transferring or dispersing power, but those all take time. Su Wantang and Chief Escort Zhou had only just met. This method of transference is frankly horrifying."

Uncle Zheng shook his head.

As he thought, his heart grew heavy.

Su Wantang's bizarre methods had once again shattered everyone's expectations.

He had taken pills and trained like a madman, barely scraping by to reach the peak of Body Refining.

Yet Feng Shouzhuo, who had done nothing at all, had surpassed the vast majority of martial artists.

Damn it, just how much do you love him?!