I Am a Prodigy

Blood Transference Realm. That was a realm Qian Hai had trained his entire life without ever crossing into.

Yet now, coming from Qin Yang's mouth, it sounded as simple as eating or drinking.

"Young master, are you really sure?" Qian Hai couldn't help asking one more question.

"Probably."

"But I don't know how to advance yet, so I wanted to consult Elder Qian first."

Qin Yang changed the subject with a sly grin.

"Young master, you—" Qian Hai nearly choked on his breath.

"Don't get worked up, Uncle Qian."

"I mastered the Arhat Fist in a month. Give me another month, and I'll definitely break into the Blood Transference Realm."

"I'm a once-in-a-hundred-years martial arts prodigy."

Qin Yang said confidently.

"This..."

Qian Hai thought back to Qin Yang a month ago and found himself speechless.

Breaking through to Condensing Force in a single month—calling himself a once-in-a-hundred-years prodigy wasn't an exaggeration.

He steadied his nerves: "Young master, to break into the Blood Transference Realm, you must at least cultivate the Arhat Fist to Great Accomplishment. Only then can you accumulate enough blood and qi."

"After that, you'll need a Blood Transference martial art to make the breakthrough."

"And cultivating a Blood Transference art is very dangerous. You have to successfully circulate your blood and qi once to succeed."

"When I was young, I was too impatient. My blood transference failed, my meridians were damaged, and I never had another chance to enter the Blood Transference Realm."

Qin Yang's expression turned serious: "Then Uncle Qian must know a Blood Transference art, right?"

Qian Hai said gravely, "I know one. But I suggest you cultivate your family's ancestral Blood Transference art instead."

"You see, the Blood Transference Realm is also called the Foundation Establishment Realm of martial arts."

"Because on the martial path, circulating blood and qi strengthens the body."

"The stronger your blood and qi, the smoother your future martial path."

"In this realm, you can rapidly boost your blood and qi. Some even deliberately suppress themselves, reaching their personal limit before breaking through."

"And your family's Azure Wave Blood Transference Method is quite formidable."

Qin Yang nodded thoughtfully: "Then I'll go find that Azure Wave Blood Transference Method. If I can't, I'll come back to consult you, Uncle Qian."

Qian Hai nodded, unable to resist adding, "Young master, you must be cautious."

"Even if you fail to break through, it's fine. Let's leave Linjiang City first."

"With your talent, you'll bounce back quickly."

Qin Yang agreed on the surface.

But inwardly, he wasn't convinced.

The reason he could cultivate so fast, aside from the Proficiency Panel, was that the Qin family had deep resources—plenty of meat and herbs.

It was easy to foresee that the higher his cultivation, the more money he'd need to burn.

If he lost the Qin family's foundation, he'd have to start over somewhere else.

Besides, how could he let his things fall into someone else's hands?

After Qian Hai left.

Qin Yang didn't rest for a moment. He went to the Small Courtyard and continued training.

He still needed 120 repetitions to reach Great Accomplishment in the Arhat Fist, so he had to hurry.

He trained until Deep Night, utterly exhausted, but instead of sleeping, he went to a corner by the back door and hid.

Before long.

Another sneaky figure appeared, quietly slipping out through the back door.

"So it's you, kid."

In the Twin Snake Gang's main hall.

Lamps blazed brightly.

Gang leader She Qing was a middle-aged man with a green birthmark like a snake scale on his left cheek.

He sat in the main seat with a grim expression.

The bodies of Huang Dazhou and the others were laid out neatly in the hall.

Besides She Qing, the two other hall masters of the Twin Snake Gang were also present.

One, nicknamed Black Snake, was Zhao Mengzhuang, a burly, muscular man.

The other was an ugly woman, known as Poison Snake, Jiang Mei.

"Chief, was Huang Dazhou really beaten to death by that wastrel Qin Yang in three punches?"

Zhao Mengzhuang remained deeply skeptical.

"Hmph, I wish it were false."

"But it happened in plain sight, with hundreds of eyes watching."

"What do you think?"

She Qing's face turned icy cold.

"Originally, I only wanted to test if Qin Dongsheng had truly vanished."

"Instead, a Qin Yang jumped out."

Jiang Mei furrowed her brow.

"Now we can only hope Qin Dongsheng really is missing."

"Otherwise, we're in real trouble."

She Qing's gaze flickered.

Who could have guessed Qin Yang had hidden himself so deeply?

Just that level of cunning alone was enough to inspire scruples.

"Chief."

A trusted subordinate walked in and whispered a few words in She Qing's ear.

"Let him in."

She Qing snorted coldly.

Before long.

A black-clad man wearing a bamboo hat entered the hall.

"Sun Erhu, I thought you wouldn't dare show up."

She Qing sneered.

The black-clad man removed his hat, revealing a young face.

"Chief. I really didn't know—"

"Qin Yang fooled everyone!"

"You have to believe me!"

Sun Erhu was extremely agitated.

"You worked at Qin Manor for three years. And you didn't even know Qin Yang was training?!"

She Qing slammed the table.

In the blink of an eye, his figure appeared before Sun Erhu, grabbing him by the throat.

His fingers were long but gaunt, as tough as eagle's claws.

With that single move, Sun Erhu felt his neck was about to snap.

"Chief. I have another piece of news."

"Let me speak first."

Sun Erhu said, gasping for breath.

"Chief, let's hear what he has to say first."

"He's not going anywhere anyway."

Jiang Mei said softly.

Only then did She Qing release his grip.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Sun Erhu coughed violently.

Bam!

Zhao Mengzhuang kicked him again.

"Spit it out!"

"Or I'll twist your head off next!"

Sun Erhu scrambled up from the ground and hurriedly said, "I eavesdropped on a conversation between Qin Yang and Qian Hai this afternoon."

"It turns out that while Qin Yang seemed to be listening to music in the brothel, he was actually practicing a Dual Cultivation Technique."

"Not long ago, he broke through to the Blood Transference Realm!"

At these words.

She Qing's expression shifted: "Qin Yang is already at Blood Transference?"

"Are you trying to fool us?!" Zhao Mengzhuang viciously grabbed Sun Erhu by the collar.

"I heard it with my own ears."

"He's even planning to ambush Gang Leader She when he comes knocking."

Sun Erhu said urgently.

For a moment, the hall fell silent.

"Are you sure Qin Yang is a Blood Moving Martial Artist?!" She Qing stared hard into Sun Erhu's eyes.

"That's what I heard him say. I can't be certain if it's true."

"But I do remember that a month ago, he'd pass out from practicing punches."

Sun Erhu's mind was a mess.

Zhao Mengzhuang sneered, "You think someone who can kill Huang Dazhou in three punches would pass out from training? He was definitely putting on an act."

Jiang Mei added, "If we hadn't come to stir up trouble, no one would've known Qin Yang could fight. That kind of scheming runs deep."

She Qing rubbed his head, thought for a long while, then said, "Go back to Qin Manor. Don't bother with Qin Yang—just keep an eye out for news on Qin Dongsheng."

"He's been missing for a long time. If he doesn't show his face in the next few days, then something really did happen to him."

"Remember, don't expose yourself."

Sun Erhu nodded hastily, put his bamboo hat back on, and left.

"Gang Leader. Are we really going head-to-head with Qin Yang?"

Zhao Mengzhuang frowned.

"It's fine. I've heard a thing or two about the Dual Cultivation Art."

"That kind of technique is crooked and devious—the qi and blood are hollow and unstable. It's fine for bullying Condensing Force fighters, but against a real Blood Moving Martial Artist, it's a guaranteed loss."

She Qing sneered.

Ever since Qin Yang killed Huang Dazhou, there was no room left for compromise between them.

Even if Qin Yang really was a Blood Moving Martial Artist, it would only end in a fight to the death.