Far-Sight

"Flame Control Technique is stronger, but you can't slack off in martial training either."

Chen Jichuan rose to his feet.

He picked up the sandbags and sand vest from the side, then tied them onto Chen Shaohe and helped him put them on.

From the initial four pounds of weight,

after more than a month, it had increased by sixteen pounds. He could run forty or fifty li of mountain roads every day.

In recent days,

Chen Jichuan had copied the Blood-Burning Art from Sheng Dayang and his son, using it to massage and stimulate Chen Shaohe's blood and qi. His daily improvement had become even more obvious.

"I understand all that."

Chen Shaohe grinned as he fastened the sandbags and put on the sand vest, muttering, "Flame Control Technique is hard to improve, but as long as I work hard at martial arts, I can become stronger. I still have to find Wusheng Sect and the Li River Gang to take revenge. I won't be lazy."

Chen Jichuan smiled at that.

His younger brother gave him peace of mind.

That eased the burden in his heart as well.

If Chen Shaohe had been unwilling to train, then no matter how many methods Chen Jichuan had or how strict he was, it probably would have done no good. Not only would it have damaged their brotherly bond, but this was his own younger brother. He could not bear to truly lay down a heavy hand.

That was also why many people of the martial world in the Great Yan World often handed their own children over to friends or other sects for training.

There was no other reason.

It was simply that it was hard to be ruthless toward one's own flesh and blood.

Many who taught their children personally, even if they themselves were Grandmasters or Great Grandmasters, still raised nothing but good-for-nothings.

Thus came the outcome of a tiger father begetting a dog son.

The sun slowly rose.

Time slowly passed.

Chen Jichuan and Chen Shaohe rose before dawn each day and cultivated their internal arts beneath the Spirit Jujube Tree. Once their internal cultivation had reached its limit, they trained all manner of external arts, tempering their bodies and building their strength.

Chen Shaohe had only just stepped onto the path of cultivation.

As for external arts, Chen Jichuan had selected four martial skills for him: Land-Flying Technique, Iron Bull Technique, Crouching Tiger Technique, and Wave-Wrapping Technique.

There was no need to say much about the Land-Flying Technique. It was an escape technique; one could lack anything, but not that.

Iron Bull Technique tempered the belly while also increasing one's strength.

Crouching Tiger Technique trained both the toes and one's strength. At higher levels, it could even lead to comprehension of Hidden Force. The earlier one cultivated it, the more benefits there were and no drawbacks.

As for the last, Wave-Wrapping Technique,

it was also known as Swimming Technique. Once trained into the body, in a moment of crisis, one could dive headfirst into a river and perhaps escape with one's life. Especially in a place like Shian Commandery, with its developed waterways and crisscrossing river network, Wave-Wrapping Technique had miraculous effects.

For every skill Chen Shaohe practiced,

Chen Jichuan applied medicine and massaged him. The former treated external injuries, while the latter circulated his blood and qi.

Internal and external cultivation advanced together.

His progress was even faster than Chen Jichuan's had been when he had first entered Great Yan and begun learning Iron Bull Technique and Jade Belt Technique.

It had only been a little over a month of training,

yet the four skills were already rushing toward the second level.

Divine Pounce Blade, however, was another matter.

Children of eight or nine could practice this internal cultivation method, but its progress was slow. Blood-Burning Art offered little help, nowhere near as much as it did for external arts.

But Chen Shaohe had previously eaten a Spirit Jujube every day.

He circulated his inner breath and refined the spiritual qi within it. As a result, his internal cultivation had not progressed slowly. After two months, it would likely enter the second level before external arts such as Iron Bull Technique.

Chen Shaohe's strength was improving.

Other than Flame Control Technique, he was gradually gaining more means to protect himself.

Chen Jichuan had not been idle either.

With the Great Yan World's four-hundredfold difference in time, he did not need to puzzle over the intricacies of various supreme arts and internal cultivation in reality. His training was as smooth as a galloping horse on level ground.

With Origin Force assisting him,

he had been spurring his horse onward, racing to catch up with his progress in the Great Yan World.

After comprehending Hidden Force in the Great Yan World, he had cultivated it with ease in reality as well.

Using Hidden Force to temper his flesh and internal organs was like mastering the Nine Yang Divine Skill. From then on, whether cultivating the Seventy-Two Chen Sect Arts or internal arts such as Divine Pounce Blade and Ghost-Fall Sword, everything came naturally to hand, yielding twice the result with half the effort.

His progress could only be called astonishing.

A few days ago,

his physical fitness had reached level six, and Divine Pounce Blade had also reached the sixth level. He had already caught up to the Great Yan World.

The only thing he lacked was accumulated refinement.

On this day,

after training, Chen Jichuan did not travel through counties such as Yangshuo, Yongfu, and Liding as usual.

Instead, he went south, to the border between Yangshuo County and Liding County.

From far away,

"Open!"

Chen Jichuan stood in the forest as twin pupils suddenly appeared in his right eye.

The twin pupils were strange, illuminating the distance.

It was as though he had activated a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree panoramic view. Sometimes Chen Jichuan's gaze looked skyward from the ground, and sometimes it looked down upon the earth, surveying everything within thirty li.

[Far-Sight: Copied by Chen Jichuan, master of White Jade Capital, from the Altered Ability 'Far-Sight' possessed by Fang Dong, 'Sick Yuchi.' His eyes behold all directions and can see a thousand li. Note: Currently at the third level. Can view within a radius of thirty li, but cannot see through objects.]

"Far-Sight."

This was Chen Jichuan's newly acquired spell.

"Fang Dong, 'Sick Yuchi.'"

This was a new member White Jade Capital had recruited.

These past days,

besides cultivating, Chen Jichuan had done many other things.

For instance,

after training each day, he traveled in all directions in search of Altered Humans hidden among the common folk. He possessed Insight Art; no matter how well an Altered Human hid, they could not escape his discerning eye.

After two months,

he had visited over a hundred villages and examined more than ten thousand people before finally gaining something. Following Sheng Dayang and Sheng Xiaotian, Chen Jichuan had discovered two more Altered Humans living outside the established powers.

One of them was named Fang Dong, and he lived in Little Yang Village of Lingchuan County to the west.

Fang Dong was twenty-eight years old. In his youth, he had been frivolous and liked peeping at women. One day, while spying on one, a maid beside the woman flung a handful of dirt at him, causing a thin film to grow over his eyeballs.

After one night,

thick spiral-shaped cloudy membranes formed over both his eyes. Every medicine he tried proved useless. The membranes covered his pupils, leaving both eyes unable to see. He was no different from a blind man.

The villagers all said Fang Dong had received his retribution.

Pointed at and criticized by others, unable to see but able to hear every word, Fang Dong was ashamed and remorseful. From then on, he turned over a new leaf.

He heard that the Buddhist Brightness Scripture could dispel calamities, so he took a copy in hand and asked others to teach him how to recite it. After working each day, he recited the scripture.

Who could have expected it?

Three years ago, his eyes, which had plagued him for over four years, actually recovered.

Although only the membrane over his right eye had fallen away, while the thick membrane on his left eye remained unchanged,

he became a one-eyed man.

But he had at least seen the light again.

His wife, family, and even the villagers who had changed their view of Fang Dong over the past few years were all happy for him.

Yet no one knew

that after Fang Dong's right eye recovered, it became Far-Sight. At first, he could see within ten li. Over the next three years, that range gradually increased, until now he could see more than thirty li in every direction.

When Chen Jichuan found this man, he was overjoyed.

After some coaxing and deception, he lured him into White Jade Capital. Under the pretext of teaching him martial arts, he copied his Far-Sight.

Unfortunately,

spells copied from Altered Abilities came with quite a few restrictions. The previous three-day restriction was one, while being able to possess only two spells at the same time was another.

Thus,

whenever he went out each day, besides Blood-Burning Art, which was indispensable for cultivation, his other spell was either Wind-Hearing or Far-Sight.

Instead, Flame Control Technique, the most powerful spell and the first one he had copied, was gradually abandoned.

This time out,

Chen Jichuan had brought Far-Sight and Blood-Burning Art with him.

He used Far-Sight to inspect the surroundings.

Seeing no one nearby,

with only a middle-aged man of average build in gray clothes more than ten li ahead, Chen Jichuan finally set his mind at ease.

He strode forward in great strides,

heading ahead.

A new week—please give some free recommendation tickets.

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