"Martial arts begin with cultivating Blood Qi. The aim is to continuously accumulate Blood Qi and temper the physique. Before one has condensed true qi, the only means of harming an opponent is the power of Blood Qi. The differences between each school's inheritances are nothing more than special applications of Blood Qi, as well as unique forces developed through its power."
"Being able to strike with a unique force before reaching the True Qi Realm already counts as a fine martial art. Yet this boy, at this realm, can unleash so many profound and wondrous forces at once."
Using his Blood Qi to sense the state Zheng Lianqing had been in when injured, as well as his condition after recovering, Zheng Pandao had already formed an image in his mind of the attack his nephew had suffered before being injured. He was immediately astonished.
"I, Zheng Pandao, have cultivated to this day and traveled far and wide. I can be considered well-informed. The power of such penetrating force could likely only be matched by the techniques of a truly great sect's superior foundational inheritance."
For a moment, all manner of uncertain suspicions flashed through Zheng Pandao's mind, and then he began to hesitate.
"Could it be that although this lad said he was once a hired hand in some household, he caught the eye of some expert during that time and was passed down a cultivation method?"
A thought flashed through Zheng Pandao's mind, and his heart grew heavy.
"The matter of taking him on as a retainer may need further consideration."
As Zheng Pandao smoothed out the irregularities in his nephew's muscles, organs, and even bones, his thoughts drifted.
He asked himself: if it were him, would he be willing to pass down his family's inherited cultivation method—or