Wang Ba stirred his thoughts.
A barely perceptible flash of crimson crossed his eyes.
The next moment.
The middle-aged hunter in the snow below suddenly froze and put down the short knife he had been using to cut up the snow wolf.
He abruptly began assuming one strange posture after another.
Li Yingfu was slightly taken aback, but seeing Wang Ba's unchanged expression, he immediately realized that Wang Ba had done something.
He promptly began watching closely.
He was, after all, a Nascent Soul Cultivator with extraordinary discernment.
He soon discovered that, beyond their strangeness, the hunter's postures actually seemed capable of tempering the Qi and Blood within his body.
And the effects were obvious.
Yet this tempering seemed to differ from that of Body Cultivators.
"Strange. The tempering method this True Martial Practitioner uses seems to involve no Spiritual Qi... Practicing this way is like water without a source. Even if it improves his strength, how could it nourish his flesh and grant him longevity?"
Wang Ba merely shook his head lightly at this.
"The methods of True Martial Practitioners never sought longevity in the first place."
With that, he descended from the flying boat.
He reached out and grasped the hunter's arm.
Wang Ba then nodded inwardly.
"The information about True Martial Practitioners really was true. This man's bone age is only in his thirties, yet he has barely twenty-odd years of lifespan left. Forget cultivators-he falls short even of ordinary mortal martial practitioners."
"Aside from forcibly increasing combat strength, this method has no merits to speak of."
Li Yingfu descended as well.
"Chief Director."
Wang Ba waved a hand lightly.
"It's nothing. I was merely curious. Let us hurry to Black Water Harbor."
Li Yingfu did not press him, and the two flew back onto the flying