Master's Blade Technique, Skill Nearing the Dao! (Seeking Follow-up Reads!)

The next day.

Xu Feng went to the trading district to buy a fair amount of supplies.

It was a rare trip to the potion shop, and for the first time, Xu Feng boldly purchased five standard-grade Blood Qi Potions.

Although these 10,000-credit potions couldn't compare to the kind Lu Fei had given him before, they were at least somewhat effective.

In addition, he bought some auxiliary medicinal baths to boost his blood qi and emergency medicine for treating wounds.

It was enough to make up for the necessities he had been lacking.

The total cost was around 80,000 credits, which made Xu Feng's heart ache fiercely.

Over the next few days, Xu Feng quickly returned to his low-profile life, traveling only between his workplace and home.

Aside from work, he spent almost all of his time immersed in cultivation.

With the help of two Blood Qi Potions and the medicinal baths, Xu Feng's blood qi value increased by 10 points in just one week!

He was only 3 points away from the 250c blood qi standard required for a true entry-level Warrior Grade martial artist!!

But that improvement went without saying; what brought Xu Feng the most joy was the breakthrough in his White Wolf Blade Technique.

That's right, after a week of frantic training, his blade technique had finally stepped into the Master realm.

And this breakthrough made Xu Feng feel a distinct difference.

If his original blade technique had been limited to mere tricks for applying force, the Master-level White Wolf Blade gave his body coordination and power-generation techniques a qualitative leap.

Every move and stance felt like instinct; every burst of strength felt perfectly natural.

After the breakthrough, it was as if Xu Feng had integrated the blade technique into his very instincts.

With a casual swing, he could unleash the same power he previously had to exert his full strength to achieve.

"Lifting weight as if it were light" and "perfectly natural"—that was exactly how it felt.

According to his martial arts textbooks, if a human body's potential strength was 100 points, an ordinary person who could unleash 50 points with a full-force punch was already considered to have good control over their body.

A trained quasi-martial artist who could unleash 70 to 80 points was considered quite talented.

But a true martial artist, one who had achieved success in their cultivation, could utilize 90 to 100 percent of their body's strength!

And in his current state, Xu Feng could unleash 100 points with a casual swing!

Having practiced his blade technique to this point, it could no longer be considered a mere technique.

If Xu Feng had to use one phrase to describe it, it would be "technique approaching the Dao."

Xu Feng truly felt that when he drew his blade, he was like a fierce wolf, with even his aura undergoing a transformation.

It was a feeling that was hard to define or explain.

He didn't know how strong he was now, but he wanted to test the waters.

"Old Xu, did you hear? Another conflict broke out in the south last night. Four people died, and they say one of them was a senior engineer!"

Fatty Wang Long was holding a bowl of potato chicken, spitting out chicken bones as he spoke, littering the ground in front of Xu Feng's door with tiny bone fragments as if he were sowing seeds.

"A senior engineer?" Xu Feng frowned at the chicken bones on the ground, asking in surprise, "Don't those people live in the base's residential district? Why would they come to the Shanty Town?"

"For a foot massage, obviously. You're the expert on that, aren't you?"

Fatty gave a cheeky grin and winked at him.

"Stop winking your head off. Why are you looking at me? Do I look like that kind of person? Go on, go on, sweep the floor."

Xu Feng rolled his eyes as he stood up to go inside and refill his rice bowl.

"I'll sweep, I'll sweep after I finish eating," Fatty said, following him to refill his own bowl. "This chicken tastes pretty good, right?"

"Where did you get it?" Xu Feng asked curiously.

The chicken stewed in the pot was something Fatty had obtained from somewhere; it was very fragrant, and the meat wasn't tough at all.

"Heh, I was experimenting with some new medicine. It's somewhat effective against Beast Soldier-level mutated creatures, so it's incredibly useful when hunting. Old Huang gave me this chicken as payment for the potion I gave him."

Fatty said proudly.

Only then did Xu Feng remember that this guy was also a biopharmaceutical engineer.

He immediately looked at him with disdain: "Seriously? You're a bio-engineer, can't we aim for something more high-end? What kind of skill is catching a chicken? If you're so capable, catch a Beast General-level mutated creature and let me see it."

"A Beast General? Brother, if I could catch something like that, would I be here eating chicken with you?"

Fatty rolled his eyes: "I heard the senior engineers in the base eat dragon tendons and tiger bones! Do you even know that?"

The meat of the mutated Red Scale Demon Snake was a top-tier tonic—so tender, so fresh, and so delicious!

"And the soup made from the bones of a Blazing Tiger? Drink it for one night and you can fight nine! Nine times!!!"

"Brother Fatty, what's nine times?" Xiao Dan asked curiously, holding her bowl.

"Don't call me that, I'm your uncle! I call your dad 'brother'!" Feeling the murderous aura radiating from Xu Feng, Fatty hurriedly changed the subject.

"Huh? But you aren't much older than me. 'Uncle' sounds so old, and you're still young."

Xiao Dan muttered to herself.

"Then wouldn't I have to call your dad 'uncle' too?" Fatty was instantly rendered speechless.

"I wouldn't mind," Xu Feng laughed heartily.

"Brother Xu, stop joking around."

Fatty said, caught between laughter and tears.

Xu Feng continued, "So what if he was a senior engineer? He still ended up dead on the street."

Fatty nodded in deep agreement. "That's true."

As the two were talking, someone knocked on the door while carrying items. "Is Brother Xu in?"

Fatty glanced at the visitor outside and whispered to Xu Feng, "Brother Xu, someone's here to pay their respects again."

"Pay your head." Xu Feng put down his bowl in annoyance and went out.

Over the past few days, another thing had made him feel that his life had changed.

That was the fact that his neighborhood was now packed with neighbors.

People were constantly coming to visit and offer greetings, even bringing along many gifts.

This made Xu Feng very uncomfortable.

Since when did he have such great charm? Was it after he killed someone?

After sending the visitor away, Xu Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat down at the doorway.

"Here to recruit you again?" Huang Sen emerged from the house at some point, carrying a cup of tea, and sat on a recliner at the doorway with Fatty and Xu Feng.

"Yeah. It's hard enough to get a day off from work, and I just wanted to rest. Damn it."

Xu Feng couldn't help but curse.

"It's normal. You have a bit of a reputation now, so those private organizations all want to pull you in.

Back in the day, my brother was the same, then he got cocky, and then he died in a conflict."

Huang Sen sneered.

"He was completely blowing a fan at the foot of the bed, just asking for trouble. If he had your level of awareness back then, he wouldn't have kicked the bucket."

Fatty disagreed. "Aren't you exaggerating? I think Brother Xu's strength is absolutely fine.

That woman from the so-called 'Light Swan Society' earlier, wasn't she beautiful?

If I had Old Xu's strength, I would definitely join her no matter what!"

Xiao Dan was in the room doing her homework, so the three of them were a bit more uninhibited in their speech.

Huang Sen sneered, "That's your head following your lower head, your body obeying your manhood.

You don't even think about it—if what that woman said was really so good, would it ever reach us quasi-martial artists?

Wouldn't it be better for a real martial artist to take it as a side job? Think carefully about the risks involved; the rewards are completely disproportionate."

"Old Huang is right. By the way," Xu Feng nodded in agreement with Huang Sen's thoughts, then asked, "Old Huang, are you still going out hunting lately?"

"Why, do you need something?" Huang Sen asked curiously.

"I want to learn from you," Xu Feng said, revealing his thoughts.

"You usually never step out of your house, so why the sudden urge to learn hunting from me?"

Huang Sen asked in surprise.

Xu Feng replied truthfully, "I want to increase my practical combat experience. After thinking about it, hunting is the closest training method that doesn't require fighting people."

"Combat?" Huang Sen's heart tightened. "Who are you planning to kill?"

Xu Feng was instantly caught between laughter and tears. "I'm not killing anyone. Can't I just protect myself?"

"Alright then, I'll call you next time I head out," Huang Sen said, nodding with a smile, not bothering to ask further.

He then looked at Fatty. "Are you going?"

"Me?" Fatty hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand. "Forget it, I have new medicine I'm experimenting with.

If it succeeds, I won't say anything grand, but I can at least dream of becoming the richest man in the Shanty Town."

"Damn! Impressive," Xu Feng and Huang Sen exclaimed in unison, looking at each other in surprise.

"If you become rich and powerful, don't forget us," Xu Feng said, cupping his hands toward Fatty.

"Rich, forget," Huang Sen said, being a man of few words.

Fatty jumped up. "Old Huang, are you cursing me?"

"Hahaha, no, no."

It was a rare moment of leisure, and the three of them were in very good spirits.