Human Martial Saint: Starting with Bajiquan

Chapter 37 Great Success

[Internal Training Method: Skin Polishing Realm - Earth (Minor Success 98%)]

[Internal Training Method: Skin Polishing Realm - Earth (Minor Success 99%)]

Liu Sheng's blood and energy surged and roared throughout his body, reaching the optimal moment for a breakthrough. His outer layer of yellowish-brown skin emitted a barely perceptible buzzing sound.

"It's done!"

The sand around Liu Sheng was pushed away by an invisible force.

He seized the opportunity and leaped upwards, bursting out of the sand dune.

With her bare upper body exposed to the sunlight, her skin shone with a dark golden luster.

If you look closely at the skin under the shadow, you can clearly see that the color is closer to that of a normal person.

[Internal Training Method: Skin Polishing Realm - Earth (Mastery 1%)]

He clenched his fist gently, feeling his strength rising further.

"I feel much more at ease now. Let's go find Butler Yan first."

Liu Sheng went straight to the Yan residence. This time, Steward Yan was available. He even took a special look at the steward with his spiritual eyes activated. Hmm, as expected, he was still dressed in red.

He explained his purpose and asked if there were any short-distance caravans that needed martial artists of a certain rank to act as guards.

Steward Yan stroked his beard and said with a smile, "There's a team coming tomorrow, led by Third Master. They're going to Qili County next door and will be back the same day."

He had been thinking about it yesterday.

I'll ask Liu Sheng about it when I have the chance.

Unexpectedly, it was Liu Sheng who brought it up first today, saying that he heard it from Miss Yan Sixian.

Steward Yan silently made a note of it, feeling it was fate, and planned to tell the head of the family about it later.

So Liu Sheng inquired about the departure time and learned that it was after lunch the next day. The distance was 14 li, and the caravan would only need one hour for the one-way trip. After a short stop, they could return in the afternoon.

A ninth-rank martial artist like him, serving as a guard, would receive 5 taels of silver per trip.

A round trip takes no more than half a day, and you can earn 10 taels of silver.

Liu Sheng readily accepted and reserved a table for tomorrow.

the next day.

Outside the martial arts training ground of Yan Mansion, under the poplar trees.

Under the familiar shade of the tree, the person standing here is neither the head of the Yan family, nor the steward, nor the young master who is currently practicing martial arts.

Instead, it was a group of brightly dressed, chattering girls.

At the center of this group of girls was the fifth young lady, Yan Sixian. In her spare time, she liked to tinker with the loom in her room, weaving, spinning, and sewing clothes. Today, she was wearing a pale yellow dress that she had personally cut, which made her skin look even whiter.

Especially today, with Mi Congrong, whose skin is even fairer, not by her side, she felt even more confident.

At this moment, following their gaze...

In the training ground, Liu Sheng was accompanying the young master in his martial arts practice.

He couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he personally taught Yan Fufeng how to exert force.

Just like when his senior brother taught him, Liu Sheng also took off his shirt, revealing his physique, which he had honed over the past few days, so that the young master could observe how his muscles exerted force.

Although Bajiquan itself cannot be taught, general techniques can still be imparted.

As he explained to the young master, he straightened his back and adopted a horse stance, then thrust out a palm strike, making a crisp "smack" sound as it hit the wooden stake.

The girls watched as he unleashed his palm strike, his body flowing smoothly, every muscle containing a restrained explosive power. Sunlight shone on the skin of his back, arms, and shoulders, giving it a warm, pale gold hue, like the texture of amber.

Coupled with Liu Sheng's captivating peach blossom eyes, which seemed to gaze affectionately even at the wooden stake, the girls felt as if he were looking directly at them.

So, their whispers suddenly rose in pitch under these circumstances.

Not to mention Liu Sheng, even the young master, who lacks a skin membrane and whose senses are not so sharp, heard it.

"Sisters, are you really here to watch me practice martial arts?"

"Yes, yes, little brother Fufeng, you just focus on your training and don't worry about us."

Liu Sheng shook his head. Having lived two lives, he naturally knew what was going on. He could only smile helplessly and continue to focus on teaching.

……

At noon, Liu Sheng returned to the martial arts school and finally managed to eat the beef stew he had paid for.

Actually, it wouldn't cost much if he didn't eat it, but he knew he couldn't get such good meat outside, so he wanted to supplement his diet if he could.

Then Liu Sheng returned to the Yan family's gate to gather.

He was wearing the uniform of a true disciple of Bajiquan. According to Steward Yan, when martial arts disciples go out, it is best to wear their respective martial arts school's training uniform, as it is the most intimidating.

Even the demon race knows that the martial arts disciples of the human race are not to be trifled with.

In addition, he carried a small bag containing lime powder, with a sheathed knife wrapped in the center of the powder.

I borrowed this from my senior brother.

I didn't mean anything by it. I heard from my senior brother that the ears and horns of the demon race can be exchanged for military merits of the rebel army for silver. What if we really encounter them this time?

Therefore, it was necessary to cut it with a knife, and then wrap it in lime to prevent it from rotting. The knife was also hidden in the lime to avoid being checked by the city gate guards.

After all, according to the laws of the Great Barbarians, humans are not allowed to use bronze or iron weapons, and even a small knife cannot be taken outside.

Liu Sheng even tried using the sharp knife to cut his own arm to test the strength of Da Cheng's skin membrane.

He was very satisfied with the result. With considerable force, the outer membrane was just broken when he made the cut, while the inner membrane remained intact.

Aside from his senior brother leading the way, this was Liu Sheng's first time traveling far from home on his own. He still hoped that he could earn the 10 taels of silver safely on his journey.

If all else fails, and I encounter a chaotic mob of demon soldiers, with my thick skin, I should be able to put up a few fights. If all else fails, I can do what I did last time: jump into the sand and swim away.

I feel so safe!

At this moment, the warm sun shines overhead.

The area in front of Yan's residence was still bustling with activity.

More than a dozen hardwood delivery trucks were lined up in a row. The workers shouted as they loaded a batch of tightly bound boxes onto the trucks, making a slight "creaking" sound as they loaded the axles.

Master Yan, as the leader of the caravan.

He was standing with his hands behind his back at this moment. Judging from his face, he bore a resemblance to the family head, Yan Lie, but was clearly much younger.

He wasn't particularly burly, but his posture was exceptionally steady. He wore the standard black Yan family outfit, which was well-tailored, with a leather belt around his waist and leather boots on his feet.

While observing the entire loading process, he was talking to a young man in his early twenties.

This young man is none other than Third Master Yan Zhan.

He stood tall and straight, like a sharp sword, with undisguised sharpness between his brows. He was also dressed in the Yan family's martial arts attire, which accentuated his muscular physique even more.

However, compared to his father, the young master Yan Zhan was clearly unable to contain himself as this was his first time with a caravan.

His toes kept tapping the ground unconsciously, and his gaze kept drifting to the men loading the goods, as if he was complaining that the loading process was too slow. At the same time, he absentmindedly replied to his father with a word or two.

Liu Sheng, of course, activated his spiritual eyes as usual and took a look. Third Master Yan was indeed orange-yellow, which was reassuring; Little Third Master Yan Zhan was white, which was also sufficient.

"Brother Liu!"

Liu Sheng was still observing Yan Sanye and his son when he heard someone call his name, and the voice sounded quite familiar.

Turning his head, he saw that it was Wang Zheng and Li Ying, who had challenged him to a duel earlier.

"So it's Brother Wang and Brother Li, what brings you here...?"

"We are from Qili County. The Yan family's caravan goes to Qili County every 10 days. We can take this opportunity to go home together, and we can also make some money while we're at it."

"I see."

Liu Sheng felt this was pretty good, killing two birds with one stone.

He mentioned that he was also there to serve as a guard for the caravan, which made Wang and Li very happy.

Li Ying also suggested that he take Liu Sheng and Wang Zheng to their home as guests, and the other two readily agreed.

Before long, the goods were loaded and ready to depart.

The two experienced men even invited Liu Sheng to ride in one of their trucks.

"Is it alright?" Liu Sheng felt a little sorry for the camel pulling the cart.

"Yes, only those who have reached the rank of martial artist can sit here to conserve their energy and prepare for any unexpected situations. Those who haven't reached the rank can only follow the convoy," Li Ying explained.

Liu Sheng once again felt the vicissitudes of the world. Naturally, he would not let go of the privilege he had earned through hard work. He pushed himself up and jumped onto the camel cart.

The camel bells ring, the caravan sets off...