The entire afternoon, Feng Xiu had been studying the Dragon Snake Martial Seal.
After a whole afternoon, he had only barely mastered one-tenth of it.
The Dragon Snake Martial Seal truly deserved to be called a top-tier cultivation art. It involved the body's eight extraordinary meridians and was a martial art one could spend an entire lifetime studying.
The Green Snake Seal was yin and supple, tricky and elusive; the Flood Dragon Seal was fierce, forceful, and domineering. Combined, the two produced endless transformations.
Yet there was one flaw—it was somewhat too complex. Feng Xiu had the thought of refining and streamlining it.
But even if he wanted to improve it, the prerequisite was complete mastery: knowing the acupoints and meridians through which every seal operated.
That step alone would be enough to consume a great deal of time.
By the time Feng Xiu came back to himself, it was already dark outside the window.
After leaving the training room, Uncle Zheng had long since arranged for a table full of nourishing dishes to be prepared.
Inside the bedroom, Feng Xiu sat at the table. Looking at the dishes spread before him, he had little appetite.
Deer blood stew, tiger bone soup, chicken stewed with ginseng and deer antler, and more.
Feng Xiu casually took a couple of bites before setting down his chopsticks again.
Then he pushed open the window, faced the cool air, and performed a set of the Eight Sections Vajra Skill.
Once his body had loosened up, he swept all the food on the table clean.
After letting out a satisfied burp, he was about to go to bed when he suddenly thought of that youth from earlier today.
Uncle Zheng had made it very clear: Third Master was the petty street warden, in charge of