A Hint of Something, Blood Qi Ready to Surge

Song Wanyan returned to the Qin Residence.

Old Master Qin was already kneeling at the gate.

"Miss Song, I don't know what happened to my son. He suddenly collapsed in bed and has yet to wake."

Song Wanyan merely glanced at him.

"Old Master Qin, if something happened to your son, what use is it to come looking for me?"

Old Master Qin weighed his words before speaking.

"Miss Song, I know my son has usually been disrespectful toward you, but I have kept him in check. Though he harbored ill intentions, he never truly did anything improper."

"Now, I fear my son may not make it. I only hope Miss Song can see him once, so he may leave in peace."

Song Wanyan looked at the old father pleading for his son and said nothing.

She had not expected that, even after both had their memories washed away, this old master would still dare to risk public condemnation for his son.

"Fine!" she snorted softly.

Old Master Qin was overjoyed, a smile spreading across his face.

Inside Young Master Qin's room, Song Wanyan took one look.

The young master's face was flushed and gleaming, which was highly abnormal.

His breathing was feeble.

He had clearly overdrawn himself.

"Fine, I've seen him. If you don't want your son to die, keep the maidservants away from him."

"Who knows what filthy things are in his mind right now? The moment he sees those women, he'll naturally imagine me in their place."

Old Master Qin froze, staring blankly at her.

Song Wanyan gave a cold snort.

"Old Master Qin, you'd best think this through. Don't forget whose support allowed your Qin Household to rise to its current position."

"Don't truly think that I have no one behind me and try to take me by force."

The faint gleam in Old Master Qin's eyes instantly dimmed. He shuddered, his voice turning hoarse.

"The Qin Household will not forget the Song family's help. Stay well in town, and my Qin Household can ensure your safety."

Song Wanyan ignored the two of them and walked straight out.

"This male-female illusion technique can stimulate Blood Qi... it should be useful for my younger brother."

"Fine, it's time for me to reap the harvest. Though it isn't quite stable yet and is somewhat like pulling seedlings to help them grow, I can't worry about that now."

"My old injuries can't be suppressed for much longer."

That afternoon, within the courtyard of the Huang Family Martial Hall.

Master Huang made a rare appearance.

Standing beneath the blazing sun in a simple, neat robe, he actually carried something of a grandmaster's bearing.

"Watch carefully. This 'Eight Extremities Mountain-Shattering Force' emphasizes the resonance of force. You must bring out the bearing of the Eight Extremities."

As soon as he finished speaking, wind stirred around him without cause, and a violent surge of Blood Qi burst forth in an instant.

"Wow—"

The newly admitted disciples listening below let out cries of shock one after another.

Their hair was buffeted by the Blood Qi, fluttering slightly.

Master Huang suddenly narrowed his eyes. A sharp gleam of Blood Qi flashed, and his entire body transformed into a series of afterimages.

Those afterimages actually took on eight different forms, as though painting some strange and mysterious rhythm.

Lin Xiaotian watched, utterly entranced.

He had never imagined that the Martial Dao of this world could be so powerful. The rhythm formed by those shifting figures alone far surpassed the martial arts legends of his previous life.

Could this be a high-martial world? Lin Xiaotian muttered inwardly, recalling his sister's method of sealing memories.

Looks like it's more than merely high-martial!

Boom!

The air seemed to be blown apart, exploding into several fierce streams of air.

The disciples below had their robes whipped about, and some weaker ones even swayed slightly on their feet.

This left all the disciples stunned.

The mere airflow from the aftershock had already made them unsteady. If it truly landed on their bodies—

One could imagine how miserable their deaths would be.

"Did you see it clearly?" Master Huang's imposing voice rang out from above.

The disciples were instantly fired up, shouting in unison.

"We saw it clearly, Master!"

Lin Xiaotian's eyes also shone brightly. Yet inwardly, he could not help but mock those cries.

Heh, my master really knows how to stir people's spirits.

After Master Huang left, the disciples lined up one by one to receive pills, each giving off a faint, pale yellow glow.

"Junior Brother Lin, now you know the benefits of joining the martial hall, don't you?"

At some point, Senior Brother Tao had sidled over with a fawning grin.

"Many thanks, Senior Brother. Those twenty taels were not paid for nothing."

Senior Brother Tao laughed loudly.

"The martial hall has its rules. Until one reaches External Force, there are no exceptions. Master knows all about your situation, and he thinks rather highly of you."

"Oh? Master pays attention to me too?"

"Of course. If not for those damned rules, your twenty taels would have been waived."

"But Junior Brother, you do have some skill. That young master of the Qin Household really sent someone to deliver silver."

Lin Xiaotian replied casually.

"Yes, Young Master Qin is quite a good person. He ran over in the middle of the night to deliver silver, afraid he'd delay my registration the next day. Why, he even specifically asked me to punch him twice as an apology."

Senior Brother Tao froze for a moment. He looked at Lin Xiaotian, then soon clutched his stomach and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! I said Junior Brother Lin was an amusing fellow. What an interesting way to put it. Hahaha, I'm dying, I'm dying!"

Lin Xiaotian shook his head. Knowing his senior brother did not believe him, he did not bother arguing.

Senior Brother Tao began teasing him instead.

"So Junior Brother Lin came so late on the second day because Young Master Qin disturbed your rest, which is why you were late. Hahaha."

Seeing how happily his senior brother was laughing, Lin Xiaotian joined in.

For a time, the two laughed like idiots.

After his senior brother left, Lin Xiaotian devoted himself to practice.

It quickly allowed him to understand the condition of this body.

"Hmm, this Martial Dao talent really is exceedingly average—far weaker than I imagined. If I weren't reincarnated and blessed with enhanced comprehension, this Martial Dao path would simply be hopeless."

"Fortunately, there is still Blood Qi. Though my martial foundation is poor, under the constant nurturing of Blood Qi, it can barely keep pace."

"But if I truly want to become strong, it isn't enough."

He picked up the pill again.

It emitted an extremely faint pale yellow glow, so weak it could almost be ignored.

"Senior Brother said pills are also divided by quality. Those with a golden halo are the finest, peerless pills—things one might encounter only by chance, practically nonexistent."

"Next come white halos, which are low-grade; bright yellow halos are mid-grade; and crimson-red halos are high-grade."

"This one in my hand has a weak bright yellow glow. It should barely count as mid-grade, a pill between low-grade and mid-grade."

"It is precisely because of pills like these that the children of all those Lineages are willing to study at the martial hall."

"By the looks of it, even those Lineages only have low-grade or mid-grade pills at most. Their resources are limited, unable to meet the demand."

Lin Xiaotian clenched the pill in his hand. For the moment, he did not intend to consume it. He would first observe the other disciples' training progress.

If this pill truly was so effective, then he would need to find a way to obtain more, or perhaps find a way to improve its quality.

Suddenly, Lin Xiaotian's brow twitched, and hope appeared in his eyes.

He sensed his Blood Qi, then followed the circulation method Master Huang had taught and tried directing the Blood Qi into the pill.

After the Blood Qi soaked into it.

Lin Xiaotian opened his palm.

"It's still only a faint bright yellow halo. Looks like I was overthinking it."

"Still, I feel like the Blood Qi flowing in just now might work somehow, but it seems to be missing something."

Slap!

He suddenly gave himself a slap.

"If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. What good is daydreaming here all the time? Even with this golden finger, I still need to work hard myself."

"I can't pin everything on this kind of lucky chance."