The sunlight slants down from the west courtyard wall, dyeing half of the courtyard a warm gold.
The bamboo forest rustled in the evening breeze, and a few bamboo leaves swirled down and fell on Fang Han's shoulders, and were gently pushed away by the hot breath emanating from his body.
Time passes quietly in silence.
More than an hour passed unknowingly, the sun had sunk below the courtyard wall, and the last trace of sunset on the horizon was slowly being swallowed up by the night.
Fang Han is preparing to call it a day and end today's practice.
At this moment--
"Buzz..."
A low hum that only he could sense sounded from the deepest part of his body without any warning.
The sound was not loud, but it seemed as if something that had been sleeping for a long time suddenly woke up at this moment, shaking his whole body.
Immediately afterwards, an indescribable terrifying force erupted from every inch of the muscles and bones of the limbs like a volcanic eruption.
"Breakthrough."
Fang Han's pupils suddenly shrank at this moment.
<Black Tortoise True Art> Breakthrough, reaching Minor Accomplishment.
The muscles are tearing, the bones are roaring, and the meridians are trembling. It is like a volcano that has been suppressed for a long time suddenly erupting, and the hot magma is rushing crazily in the body.
His skin began to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye. The redness came from the inside and spread outward layer by layer.
Before the sweat could seep out, it was evaporated into white mist by the high temperature on his body, and it hung around him, enveloping his whole body in a hazy mist.
His muscles began to tremble violently.
With every tremor, countless hair-like qi and blood threads are pulled out from the depths of the muscles and rewoven back in a new way.
The energy and blood that originally needed to be guided by <Black Tortoise True Art>'s unique posture seemed to have a will of its own now, flowing spontaneously along a more mysterious and efficient path.
There were waves of fine and crisp clicking sounds coming from the muscles and bones.
Not breaking, but reshaping.
The surface of each bone is becoming denser and more solid at a speed visible to the naked eye. The faint luster on the surface is getting brighter and more concentrated, with a tendency to transform into jade.
The medullary cavity inside the bones is also undergoing some indescribable changes - it is a qualitative leap, a transformation from ordinary iron to fine steel.
Under the skin, there is a faint layer of Dark Gold luster flowing.
The luster is not dazzling, but it has a thick texture that has been condensed to the extreme, just like fine iron that has been tempered for thousands of times. After countless forgings, all impurities have finally faded away.
He could clearly feel that his physical body was strengthening crazily in a violent and rapid way.
If Beginner stage's <Black Tortoise True Art> buried a horizontal refining seed in his body, then Minor Success Stage's <Black Tortoise True Art> was the horizontal refining seed that broke out of the ground and began to sprout.
The young shoots greedily absorb the life essence contained in the flesh of the master monster, watering themselves to become stronger and tougher.
This enhancement lasted for a long time before gradually subsided.
The torrent of energy and blood rushing wildly in the body finally slowly ebbs, the bulging muscles gradually relax, and the red skin returns to normal.
Only the occasional subtle buzzing from deep within those bones is still telling of the earth-shaking transformation just now.
"Ordinary First Grade Late Stage warriors are hard to hurt!"
It was already dusk in the courtyard, and the leaves were rustling in the evening breeze.
Fang Han looked down at his open palms. The faintly flowing Dark Gold luster under his skin had quietly faded away, leaving only a warm and jade-like texture.
But he knew that this body, which seemed not much different from before, had undergone earth-shaking changes in its defense.
Before, it was just ordinary Fourth Grade Late Stage warriors who were difficult to hurt.
As your cultivation level increases, the enemies you encounter become more and more powerful, and the effects become more and more limited, which is better than nothing.
And now--
According to the description in the cheat book, his current defense is difficult to damage by ordinary First Grade Late Stage warriors.
The effect is no longer better than nothing, but will become an important means of saving his life when fighting the enemy.
"If you fight Meng Zhao, you will have this kind of defense..."
Fang Han whispered to himself.
If <Black Tortoise True Art> had already broken through Minor Accomplishment when he fought Crimson Flame Sect Elder Meng Zhao, he would not need to be so cautious at all.
Even if he stood still and let Meng Zhao hit him, it would be difficult for the old man to leave any decent injuries on his body.
This is the terrifying defense after the master level Horizontal Training technique Minor Accomplishment.
Just reaching Minor Accomplishment, the defense is so powerful that it is enough to scare away most First Grade warriors.
"Along with the physical defense, there is also strength!"
Fang Han gently clenched his fist, and the joints made a crisp crackling sound. The sound was more concentrated and powerful than before.
According to the secret book, his physical strength has now increased from 100,000 jins to 300,000 jins.
It seems that the strength is only three times increased, but because the muscles of the whole body are equally strengthened, and the muscles that can be used in battle are not only the muscles of the arms but also the muscles of the whole body, the destructive power brought is increased by dozens of times.
An indescribable sense of power filled his limbs. He raised his right fist and punched out casually.
Internal Qi was not used, Sword Intent was not used, it was just pure physical strength.
Under this punch, the air was compressed into a shock wave visible to the naked eye, like an invisible giant hammer, slamming forward.
The impact point of the shock wave was the courtyard gate, which was already in tatters and was made of red lacquered wood that he closed casually.
"Boom--!"
A dull loud noise exploded in the courtyard.
The wooden door did not shatter, but exploded.
Countless sawdust fragments burst out as if being detonated by gunpowder, scattering in the direction of the street.
The door frame was not spared. The upper part was torn off by the residual power of the shock wave, and hung diagonally on the wall, letting out several overwhelmed groans.
Fang Han retracted his fist, looked at the mess outside the courtyard gate, and then looked down at his right fist.
"The power of this punch..."
Fang Han whispered to himself, with a trace of vibration in his voice that even he himself was not aware of.
If his estimate is correct, with only three hundred thousand kilograms of physical strength, he is enough to compete with ordinary Second Grade Late Stage warriors, and he can also hold his head steady.
"If we add Internal Qi of Third Grade Late Stage and <Void-Sundering Sword Manual> of the Proficiency Realm..."
Fang Han's eyes flashed slightly.
If you add Internal Qi and <Void-Sundering Sword Manual> who has reached the level of the Proficiency Realm, even he himself cannot estimate how far his combat power can reach when the three are superimposed.
But what is certain is that even among the First Grade warriors, his current strength is definitely at the very top.
First Grade In the realm of warriors, there are also strong and weak ones, and the gap in strength can be extremely huge.
The original Meng Zhao could only be regarded as the bottom group among the First Grade warriors. Before, without the help of Windshock Sword, he was on par with Meng Zhao.
But now, it is far beyond.
"Have a good meal and treat yourself!"
<Black Tortoise True Art>Breakthrough to Minor Accomplishment, Fang Han feels extremely comfortable.
He patted the dust on his robe, hung Cloudsplitter Sword around his waist, and pushed out the door.
The already tattered red lacquered wooden door now only had half of its frame hanging crookedly on the wall. He didn't bother to pay attention to it and stepped across the threshold.
As soon as I walked out of the courtyard, two figures from across the street approached me fearfully.
Both of them are middle-aged. The one on the left is quite tall and fair-skinned. He is wearing Dark Cyan Brocade Robe. He looks flustered and has been standing here for a long time.
The person on the right has a stocky build, a Chinese-character face, thick eyebrows, and is wearing a brown silk shirt. There are faint sweat stains on his forehead. He bent down before he could speak.
"I am Zhao Estate Zhao Zhengde. I am Zhao Clan Head, and I am here to apologize to you."
"My Sun Estate Sun Mao, I did not discipline you well and bumped into the young master. I really deserve death."
The two spoke almost at the same time, with a bit of unconcealable nervousness in their voices.
While talking, each took a brocade box from the entourage behind him and held it above his head with both hands.
"Those blind bitches just disturbed Young Master Qingxiu. They only gave me a small gift. Quan should apologize. I hope Young Master will respect you."
Fang Han glanced at the two people with calm expressions.
As early as when he was practicing, <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> had already sensed that these two people were waiting outside the hospital, but he was immersed in the critical moment of qi and blood tempering and had no time to pay attention to them.
He originally thought that the two forces would retaliate, but what he did not expect was an apology, which surprised him.
"Take the things back."
Fang Han spoke, his voice not loud, but with an unquestionable indifference.
"I don't want to see any more disputes between your two families on this street."
"Yes, yes, your master's order, we will remember it in our hearts and we will never dare to do it again!"
The two of them agreed repeatedly, but when they took the brocade box back, they hesitated a bit, as if they wanted to fight for something more.
But Fang Han stopped looking at them and walked straight between the two of them towards the street.
The green robe fluttered gently in the twilight, and the back gradually faded away, and soon disappeared around the corner of the street.
Drunken Guest Tower is the best restaurant in Azure Rock City. Fang Han has breakfast, lunch and dinner here these days.
He found a seat by the window on the second floor and sat down, ordered a few signature dishes, ordered a pot of warm wine, and drank alone.
The hustle and bustle of the market could be heard faintly outside the window, and the lights gradually turned on, dyeing the entire long street a warm orange color.
After having enough wine and food, Fang Han paid the bill and walked back under the moonlight.
In the courtyard, the two brocade boxes were placed neatly on the stone steps under the corridor, obviously left behind by Zhao Zhengde and Sun Mao when they left.
Fang Han bent down to pick it up, opened it and glanced at it - it was nothing more than some banknotes and a few herbs of acceptable age, which were nothing to Fang Han today.
He put the brocade box away Storage Ring and turned back to the bedroom.
The next morning, Fang Han left an ingot of ten taels of silver on the table to compensate for the wooden door that was shattered by his punch.
I took one last look at the independent courtyard where I had lived for several days, then turned around and stepped forward. The white clothes fluttered slightly in the morning breeze, and the person had already moved several feet away.
After a few ups and downs, it disappeared on the Azure Rock City street.