Lu Hongyu's pretty face was taut as she clenched her pearly teeth, spurred her horse, and galloped all the way to the entrance of Tiger Leopard Hall.
The sun was setting. Clad in red, she recalled Hong Jiang's hurried words upon returning from the Duan Residence and could not help but look worriedly toward the grounds of one of the Three Great Gangs.
Her younger brother had spent five hundred taels of silver to learn a secret inheritance called "Silver-Forging Bone" from that mysterious one-armed expert. He had gotten an enormous bargain.
From what Lu Yu had told her, Lu Hongyu knew that Ji Xiu's master possessed genuine skill.
But even if he had once reached the second step of Skin Refinement, Outer Force, in his prime, no matter how one put it, the Strength Threshold was still a mortal body of flesh and blood.
Sinews took three years, bones took ten, and skin took a lifetime to refine—all of it rested upon this skeleton's frame.
Losing an arm meant losing at least thirty percent of one's martial ability!
Even a top Skin Refinement expert, one who had cultivated all three stages of "Jade Skin, Outer Force, Immortal Robe" and donned an Immortal Robe impervious to water and fire, would struggle to exert much strength after suffering bodily injury.
Based on Lu Yu's description of Duan Chenzhou—
Lu Hongyu had already conjured up the image of an out-of-town martial artist who had been hot-blooded in his youth, but whose qi and blood had declined and whose body had been injured. Unwilling to let his peerless martial arts be buried with him in the yellow earth—
He had settled in this poor, remote county town, living alone in a small courtyard, seeking a fated successor, setting trials, and passing down his