Capture Hand!

The medicinal power of the Blood-Qi Pill took effect within his body, leaving his five viscera and six bowels suffused with warmth.

The potent medicinal force seeped into his flesh and blood, and his face instantly flushed red.

At that moment, it felt as though inexhaustible energy was surging through his body.

"Can't waste the medicine's power."

Fang Xing immediately stepped out of the house and into the courtyard.

A scorching sensation spread throughout his body.

Once in the courtyard, Fang Xing began practicing the martial art from his memories.

Capture Hand!

This was a basic martial art. Every Yamen Runner learned it upon entering service.

Though it was merely a foundational martial art, Capture Hand was a complete discipline.

Aside from techniques for seizing and attacking, it also contained methods for standing stances to condense Blood-Qi.

Taking a step forward, Fang Xing assumed a basic standing stance!

The method of standing stances regulated Blood-Qi, circulating it throughout the body, condensing it again and again to strengthen oneself.

It looked simple, but in truth, it consumed a great deal of stamina.

Capture and seize, body steady!

Strength rose from the ground!

Even as he assumed the stance, his hands did not stop moving.

His ten fingers curled as he unleashed the first move of Capture Hand!

Air-Breaking Style!

Two fingers shot out like an eagle's talons!

Force penetrated outward, and the air trembled faintly!

Although the original owner's martial skills had only been three-legged-cat tricks, he had practiced Capture Hand with considerable proficiency.

When performed, it even carried a certain imposing air.

But that was only in the eyes of ordinary people.

To martial artists, it was nothing more than an empty shell.

Then, he continued practicing the later moves—seize, reverse clasp...

Nine Capture Styles!

Every move was a powerful offensive technique.

Fang Xing immersed himself in practice, each move becoming increasingly familiar.

His comprehension had been enhanced. At this moment, under his heaven-gifted talent, every minor flaw in the Capture Hand he had previously practiced was corrected.

With different levels of comprehension, one viewed martial arts training from different angles.

The cultivation moves in the original owner's memories had seemed flawless, but now he could spot quite a few loopholes.

As he gradually corrected each move, Fang Xing threw himself wholly into training.

Afterimages began to appear in the air.

As he practiced without pause, wisps of heat rose from the top of his head.

This was the effect produced by absorbing the Blood-Qi Pill.

By practicing Capture Hand, he absorbed the Blood-Qi Pill's medicinal power, fused it into himself, and strengthened his Blood-Qi.

Once Blood-Qi reached a certain threshold, one could attempt Gate Knocking and advance into a martial artist!

But not everyone who reached the Blood-Qi Limit could successfully knock on the gate!

Failures in Gate Knocking were all too common.

In mild cases, one would suffer a loss of Blood-Qi. In severe cases, one could damage one's meridians and suffer qi deviation.

Usually, with every additional attempt at Gate Knocking, the chance of failure grew much greater.

If one failed to knock on the gate the first time, succeeding again was basically very difficult—unless one had some means and could recover with medicinal meals and dietary supplements.

Gate Knocking!

It was also called Leaping the Dragon Gate!

To step into martial arts was to leap through the Dragon Gate.

Even someone who had only just become a martial artist could fight ten men alone. Knocking down ten grown men bare-handed would not be a problem.

Of course, that was without weapons in hand. Once weapons and blades were involved, it was another matter entirely.

The sun climbed high, and two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

In the courtyard, Fang Xing trained for a full two hours before stopping.

The medicinal power of a single Blood-Qi Pill was immense. It was his first time eating something this good, and it took two full hours to slowly absorb it.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Once he stopped moving, Fang Xing panted like an ox. His face was flushed red, and his entire body was drenched in sweat.

"The power of this pill really is fierce... If this body had been any weaker, it might not even have been able to withstand it."

Fang Xing wiped the sweat from his forehead as his heart thudded wildly.

After two hours of training, he had not completely absorbed the Blood-Qi Pill's medicinal power.

A portion of it still remained in his body.

But his body had already reached its limit, forcing him to stop.

If he kept practicing, he would be operating beyond his limits.

The Blood-Qi Pill's medicinal power could support his training, but it was no immortal elixir.

If his body exceeded its carrying capacity, it might leave behind hidden injuries.

After taking several breaths, Fang Xing felt much better.

As his body gradually recovered, he felt full and brimming with vitality from head to toe.

The Blood-Qi Pill's improvement was considerable. At the very least, it had strengthened his Blood-Qi significantly.

He had more strength.

And those two hours of practice had also given him a clearer understanding of Capture Hand.

Though it was a basic martial art, with his comprehension, the power of his Capture Hand had increased by at least several times compared to before.

He might not possess top-tier innate talent, but powerful comprehension could make up for it.

"At least becoming a martial artist won't be a problem. With the Blood-Qi Pill's help, it probably won't take long."

The thought flashed through Fang Xing's mind.

With heaven-gifted comprehension and the Blood-Qi Pill's assistance, he had great confidence in stepping onto the path of martial arts.

"Enhancement Points are important, but they're a little too slow. Only one increases per day. To enhance another Blood-Qi Pill, I'm afraid I'll have to wait ten days."

Fang Xing sighed as he looked at the blazing sun.

For now, Enhancement Points only increased by one each day.

As for whether that would change in the future, he did not know. At least for now, that was how it was.

"No rush. I'll use the Blood-Qi Pills to push my Blood-Qi to its limit first."

Calming down, Fang Xing temporarily set the thought aside.

With this bottle of Blood-Qi Pills, he had enough for his training for the time being.

"Right, I wonder how many Enhancement Points it takes to enhance the Capture Hand martial art."

Fang Xing looked toward the house. The Capture Hand martial art issued by the authorities came in a handwritten copy for every Yamen Runner.

Pills could be enhanced—would enhancing martial arts make them even more powerful?!

Bang bang bang!!!

Just as Fang Xing was preparing to enter the house and try, a sudden knock sounded at the door.

"Fang Xing, it's me. You home?"

A young man's voice came from outside. Hearing it, Fang Xing quickly recognized who it was.

Xu Le!

Temporarily suppressing the thought, Fang Xing quickly went to the courtyard gate and opened it. Xu Le stood outside, carrying a slab of pork belly weighing around five jin.

"Huh? What did you do, kid? Why are you sweating all over?" Xu Le stared at the sweat on Fang Xing's face in astonishment.

Fang Xing said, "Nothing. I was just practicing martial arts for a while."

"Heh, you've gotten diligent, kid. You finally know how to work hard." Xu Le teased him.

"Brother Le, come in and sit for a while." Fang Xing said with a smile.

Xu Le shook his head. "I've still got some things to deal with, so I won't sit. Don't work yourself too hard either, kid. You've just been injured—you should focus on recuperating."

As he spoke, he handed the pork belly to Fang Xing. "This is for you. I'm off."

With that, Xu Le left without looking back.

"Take care, Brother Le!"

Watching his retreating figure, Fang Xing called out. Xu Le merely waved without turning around and soon disappeared from sight.

After watching Xu Le leave, Fang Xing closed the courtyard gate and lowered his gaze to the pork belly in his hand.

[A piece of fresh pork belly. Enhancement requires one Enhancement Point.]

The words appeared before his eyes. Seeing the enhancement prompt, Fang Xing's eyes brightened slightly.

"One point... What will this pork belly become after enhancement?"

Curious, Fang Xing looked at the pork belly and willed it to happen.

In the next instant, scarlet light flickered. The pork belly in his hand suddenly shrank, becoming one jin of fresh meat, denser and firmer than before. At the same time, a line of text appeared before his eyes.

[A piece of fresh pork belly has been successfully enhanced. Obtained one jin of fresh Beast Meat!]

"Beast Meat... What kind of meat is this?"

Fang Xing stared at the meat in his hand, lost in thought.

"Beast Meat... At least it's better than pork belly."

Fang Xing did not dwell on the question. As long as it was edible, that was enough.

Beasts and pork belly were not remotely on the same level.

Beast Meat was premium meat, a great tonic!

"Perfect. I'll finish this Beast Meat and replenish myself." Coming back to his senses, Fang Xing immediately carried the Beast Meat into the small kitchen.