leonardwarren Chapter 9 Eight Trigrams Ghost Palm, Boiling Blood Porcelain Powder
Chapter 9 Eight Trigrams Ghost Palm, Boiling Blood Porcelain Powder
Become!
Bu Che's eyes suddenly lit up with a bright light, and he was overjoyed!
The night of arduous training, which drained his energy, was not in vain, thanks to Master Xu's diligent efforts.
Through his own tireless efforts...
Xue Family Qi and Blood Exercise: Beginner in one night!
According to Zhang Hengyuan, even with top-tier talent, it would take three days to master the Xue family's Qi and Blood Technique!
But Bu Che mastered the skill in just one day!
Although it's said that he used cheats, who says that using cheats doesn't count as talent?
Bu Che couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, suppressing the joy in his heart. He didn't try to circulate his Qi and Blood Technique. It was getting late. As an apprentice at the Broken Porcelain Workshop, although there was basically no one to supervise him during the first thirty days of the assessment period, it was still not good to be late.
Just as Bu Che was about to leave the Seventeenth Chamber.
The bald Zhao Laizi, who was sitting on the bed, stared at Bu Che for a long time. When he saw Bu Che finally get up and go to work at the broken porcelain workshop, he sneered and suddenly stood up.
Seeing this, the others around him chuckled and stood up as well.
They took a few steps and blocked Bu Che's way out, stopping him from leaving.
"You little jinx of the Broken Porcelain Workshop, you apprentices at the Broken Porcelain Workshop don't have any proper jobs, you're just sitting around waiting to die anyway. Today it's our turn to sweep the snow in the yard, why don't you help us sweep the snow?"
Zhao Laizi, dressed in simple cloth clothes, crossed his arms and blocked Bu Che's way.
"The apprentices at the Broken Porcelain Workshop don't have many days left to live. You must have a letter or something to send home, right? I'm in a good mood, so I'll deliver it for you. I'll give you a discount: one hundred coins for peace."
"From now on, hand over half of the twenty peace coins you receive each day to your brother. I'll keep them for you, since you won't need them anyway."
Zhao Laizi stared at Bu Che and grinned maliciously.
The veins on his forehead throbbed slightly. He exchanged glances with his companions, and then the group burst into sinister laughter.
The apprentices at the broken porcelain workshop... are basically walking money bags.
Although they can only hold out for a while—after all, very few apprentices at the Broken Porcelain Workshop survive—this period will still be enough for them to have a good time.
As for worrying that these people might seek revenge with suicidal intentions, Zhao Laizi wasn't worried at all, because he was very confident in his own strength.
A fully-fledged martial artist with boiling blood, he shattered the porcelain workshop's weakened apprentice, who was corrupted by the thoughts of ghosts and gods. Even if the opponent attacked him from behind, he was not afraid and could easily kill him.
Among the apprentices from other workshops in the Seventeenth Chamber, upon witnessing this scene, they all adopted an attitude of indifference, as if it were none of their business, or even something to be surprised about. Some quickly packed their things and rushed out of the Seventeenth Chamber, while others simply chose to stand by and watch.
Bu Che's face darkened, and his five fingers, hidden in his cotton sleeve, clenched into a fist.
Zhao Laizi is robbing us by force. He even knows to come up with a pretext for robbing us so that he can have an explanation if the manager asks.
Clearly, this isn't the first time they've done something like this.
As for letters home? What kind of bullshit is that?!
"Kid! Our Brother Zhao is one of the few 'Boiling Blood' perfected apprentices in the Seventeenth Chamber, and he'll be breaking through to the Energy Gate soon!"
"You'd better be smart, or you'll definitely suffer some physical pain! Although you may be safe inside the apprenticeship compound, you'll eventually have to leave, won't you? There are so many alleys on Serry Street, there's bound to be one that suits you."
"Brother Zhao meant well. Otherwise, if you had died in that ominous place, the Broken Porcelain Workshop, no one would have even bothered to collect your body!"
……
Several of Zhao Laizi's henchmen spoke up one after another, seemingly trying to dissuade him.
Zhao Laizi's face was full of sneers. He took a step forward, his skin turned slightly red, and hot air rose from his skin. Inside his body, there was a "gurgling" sound like boiling water!
This is the ultimate perfection of Boiling Blood?!
Bu Che felt a sudden sense of oppression in his heart for no apparent reason!
If I hadn't mastered the basics of Qi and Blood Qigong last night, I might have made a fool of myself right now.
That was the pressure of qi and blood from the martial arts level!
"Why are you using your Boiling Blood technique? You need to activate it to bully a newbie. Zhao Laizi... you're still as useless as ever."
A soft voice came from the doorway.
Zhao Laizi's boiling blood suddenly froze, and his sneer-like henchmen, who had been grinning maliciously, also changed their expressions and looked towards the door.
Then they saw Zhang Hengyuan wearing a short jacket, his arms exposed, taking off his straw hat covered in snowflakes, and stepping into the room through the door of the Seventeenth Chamber.
Why are you back so early?!
Zhao Laizi cursed under his breath, and suddenly his expression changed.
Because Zhang Hengyuan's eyes were filled with anger, he took a step forward, and the blood on his body seemed to splash like cold water falling into a hot oil pan!
His body shot out from the doorway, his five fingers clenched into a fist, and he smashed it towards Zhao Laizi's face. His arm trembled, and the crisp sound of bones and joints colliding echoed!
Zhao Laizi roared, his blood boiling, and he threw a punch.
Boom-!
The two exchanged blows!
A muffled thud like thunder!
Zhang Hengyuan assumed a horse stance, his center of gravity as stable as Mount Tai, maintaining his straight punches, his whole body throbbing with blood!
Zhao Laizi stumbled backward, his face flushed, struggling to catch his breath.
"Minor Cheng's Eight Trigrams Ghost Palm?!"
"Zhang Hengyuan!"
Zhao Laizi steadied himself, his whole body steaming with heat, his back teeth almost grinding to powder, and he roared angrily!
"Want to fight? Come at me all at once."
Zhang Hengyuan said calmly, "Perfect. Let's see if a satisfying battle can help me break through to the next level."
Zhao Laizi gritted his teeth, his eyes seemingly bulging out of their sockets, staring intently at Zhang Hengyuan for a long while before finally exhaling.
Then, with a wave of his hand, he and his several grumbling followers retreated.
"It's just greeting the newcomer. Zhang Hengyuan, what's the point of you taking such good care of this new apprentice at the Broken Porcelain Workshop? In a few days, he'll just be a dead man anyway."
As Zhao Laizi passed by Zhang Hengyuan, he whispered something.
Then the group picked up the shovels and brooms hanging on the wall and went out to shovel and sweep the snow.
Zhang Hengyuan put away his horse stance and glanced at Bu Che: "You must have exhausted your energy and spirit last night while cultivating your qi and blood, right? I guessed you would probably sleep late, so I came back to bring you here."
"Let's go."
Zhang Hengyuan put his straw hat back on.
He rushed back, seemingly just to help Bu Che out of his predicament.
"Thank you, Brother Zhang."
"It's nothing, just be careful. This is the only time. Be more cautious in the future and get up early to keep up with my pace. Although I accepted Brother Kong's money for your safety, I can't accommodate you."
Zhang Hengyuan said calmly.
Bu Che nodded quickly and left the apprentice's courtyard with Zhang Hengyuan.
In the courtyard, Zhao Laizi and his group were shoveling snow, their breath steaming in the air, while their eyes glared at them menacingly.
"Zhao Laizi is a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong, but he still follows the rules. If it were any other tough guy, he would have just robbed you of your money, and you would have had no choice but to swallow your anger."
Zhang Hengyuan said.
"If I want to enter the realm of internal strength, I need a dose of the ninth-grade superior porcelain medicine 'Internal Strength Powder'. That stuff costs thirty silver coins per dose, otherwise I wouldn't have taken on Senior Brother Kong Ci's job."
After Zhang Hengyuan finished speaking, he walked to the door and came to the shrine where the spirits were placed.
With a devout expression, he clasped his hands together and solemnly bowed to the cracked porcelain statue of a ghost or deity displayed among them.
Bu Che hesitated for a moment, then followed suit and said goodbye.
But in his mind, he was still thinking about the "Hua Jin Ci San" that Zhang Hengyuan had mentioned. What was that... that it cost thirty silver coins to exchange for one dose?
Thirty silver coins, according to the exchange rate of the Great Hao Dynasty, are equivalent to three thousand ordinary coins!
"Brother Zhang, what is Huajin Cisan?"
Bu Che asked curiously.
"It belongs to the ninth grade porcelain powder that can help with internal energy cultivation. It is a type of porcelain medicine. It is said that it is made by mixing medicinal materials with broken porcelain powder corresponding to the porcelain images of ghosts and gods. It is dissolved in boiling water and swallowed in one gulp. It can help dissolve the internal energy and make the energy flow and circulate."
"It is a grade nine porcelain medicine specially taken after one has entered the stage of mastery."
Zhang Hengyuan, however, was not impatient; instead, he patiently explained to Bu Che.
"You entered the Xue Family Kiln yesterday and went to the Broken Porcelain Workshop. You missed the time for distributing 'Boiling Blood Porcelain Powder'. The Xue Family Kiln provides each apprentice with a free dose of Boiling Blood Porcelain Powder."
"Outside the world, a dose of Boiling Blood Porcelain Powder costs one hundred Peace Coins!"
"Whether you are an apprentice in the porcelain breaking workshop, or the pottery making workshop, the painting and carving workshop, the glazing workshop, or the porcelain inspection workshop, you can get one for free, but the second one... you have to pay for peace money."
Boiling Blood Porcelain Powder?
Bu Che took a deep breath.
"It's still early, the distributors of Boiling Blood Powder should still be there. You'd better hurry to the Broken Porcelain Shop, or you'll miss out on the freshly made ones."
Zhang Hengyuan glanced at the sky and said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Bu Che's expression changed slightly. He immediately clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, bid farewell to Zhang Hengyuan, and then rushed through the wind and snow. Braving the swirling snowflakes, he ran wildly along the snow-covered street, heading towards the Xue family mansion.
After entering the Xue family mansion using the identity token, relying on memory, I arrived at the Broken Porcelain Workshop and saw that the once deserted training ground was now crowded with people. Many of the apprentices who had been in the Broken Porcelain Courtyard had come out.
They lined up casually in the training ground, one by one heading towards the figure at the front, dressed in a magnificent robe, to receive the Boiling Blood Porcelain Powder.
Packets of Boiling Blood Porcelain Powder, wrapped in yellow paper, were handed to the apprentices one by one.
When Bu Che arrived, only a few had been sent out.
Bu Che couldn't help but feel fortunate that he had arrived at the perfect time.
"Bu Che? The apprentice who joined the Broken Porcelain Workshop yesterday?"
The man was dressed in thin, luxurious silk clothes, and despite the heavy snowfall, he seemed completely unfazed by the cold, clearly indicating that he was a skilled martial artist.
"Take this, steep it in boiling water, stir it with chopsticks, and remember to drink it all in one gulp."
"If you miss a single breath, the medicinal effect will be reduced by even a fraction."
The man spoke calmly, then had his servants take out a package of yellow porcelain medicine from a sandalwood box they were carrying and hand it to Bu Che.
"If you feel the medicine is not potent enough and want to buy more, come to the Porcelain Medicine Shop to find me. I am Xue Qing, the personal disciple of the shop owner. One dose costs one hundred coins."
"Oh, apprentices at the Broken Porcelain Workshop have special privileges; they get a 20% discount, so it only costs eighty peace coins."
Xue Qing said with a smile, then called to his servants, and left the Broken Porcelain Workshop carrying the sandalwood medicine box.
Bu Che examined the porcelain medicine wrapped in yellow paper in his hand.
Even through the yellow paper, you could smell the strong and pungent aroma of the herbs.
"Come soak your herbs! Hurry up and soak your herbs in the water, it'll get cold soon!"