leonardwarren Chapter 41 Cultivation
Chapter 41 Cultivation
Early the next morning.
Feng Xiu and Xiang Geng had breakfast in the courtyard.
Following the recipe on the Bone Refining Claw, Xiang Geng went to a nearby town to buy medicinal herbs.
Feng Xiu had brought quite a few things in his personal trunk, but he was still missing a few key ingredients: saltpeter, iron wire vine, and century-old vinegar.
After Xiang Geng left, Feng Xiu continued to ponder the idea of the Overlord Fist.
Repeatedly try to find that "pause" energy in your dantian.
Sometimes it works, sometimes it fails. When it works, the energy rushes to his shoulders, as if someone has given him a push on the shoulder.
When it doesn't work, my chest feels tight and congested, like I've been punched hard, and it takes me a long time to recover.
He tried ten times and succeeded three times.
Seven failures.
But overall, it was indeed much better than last night.
After pausing for a moment, Feng Xiu went to the stone table, picked up a cup of coarse tea, and drank it.
At the same time, bring up the panel properties.
【Life: 17】
【Spirit: 7】
【Strength: 12】
[Agility: 7]
[Technique Record: None]
[Synthesis: Not yet at the pinnacle (unavailable)]
【Ultimate Skill: Vajra Finger Blade】
The attributes remained the same. Feng Xiu smacked his lips, savoring the bitterness on his tongue. He had thought that after practicing the Overlord Fist, the corresponding martial arts would be included.
Looking back now, I realize I was overthinking it.
"The Overlord Fist is just a concept. In some ways, what I'm doing is no different from creating my own martial arts."
"Moreover, the Overlord Fist does not involve the feedback after external training; it is merely a method of deeply exploring the manipulation of Qi and blood."
Feng Xiu pondered for a while, then realized that his thinking might not be right either.
So it seems that not all martial arts can improve attributes?
Feng Xiu shook his head, closed the panel, and continued to explore the cultivation of the Overlord Fist.
In the afternoon, Xiang Geng returned with the medicinal herbs.
The two went to the bamboo forest.
Deep in the bamboo forest, Xiang Geng found a relatively open space and had two stoves built with stones.
A large iron pot sat on a stove, filled with dark red iron sand mixed with gravel, and was burning hot.
In another earthenware pot, a medicinal soup was bubbling away, filling the air with a rich aroma.
"Young Master, we may begin."
Feng Xiu walked up to the iron pot and looked down at the scalding hot iron filings.
The heat wave hit him, making his cheeks burn.
He took a deep breath and slowly inserted his hands into the iron sand.
hot.
The sharp edges of the iron filings pressed against my palm, the pebbles scraped between my fingers, and the heat seeped into my bones through my skin.
Feng Xiu frowned slightly. After becoming a martial artist, his pain tolerance and endurance had greatly increased, and this pain was still within his tolerance range.
Immediately, he began to turn his hands over in the iron filings.
Once, twice, three times.
Xiang Geng watched from the side, his eyes filled with approval.
It's not easy to endure the pain when practicing this for the first time.
Feng Xiu's forehead was covered in a fine sweat, but his hands did not stop moving.
The Bone-Refining Claw martial art doesn't actually train the hands, but rather the bones and joints of both hands, subjecting every inch of skin on the hands to a scorching heat that then spreads to the bones.
When a martial artist first begins training, he must soak his hands in a medicinal bath every now and then.
With the Vajra Finger Blade as a foundation, Feng Xiu naturally delayed the pause intervals considerably.
After an unknown amount of time, Xiang Geng spoke, "It's ready."
Feng Xiu pulled his hand out of the iron sand.
His hands were red, his skin was covered with blackish-red iron filings, and his fingertips trembled slightly.
He walked to the earthenware pot and dipped his hand into the medicine.
The warm medicinal liquid enveloped my hands, and the burning sensation slowly subsided, replaced by a tingling, comfortable feeling.
Feng Xiu leaned against the bamboo, closed his eyes, and let the medicine seep into his hands.
Xiang Geng stood to the side, his gaze inadvertently falling on Feng Xiu's hands.
His eyes narrowed.
How come I didn't notice before that Feng Xiu's five fingers are almost the same thickness and length?
In most people, the middle finger is the longest, followed by the ring finger, and the little finger is the shortest.
But Feng Xiu's hand, with its five fingers spread out, was almost perfectly aligned, as were his fingernails.
The color is much darker than normal; it's not ordinary grayish-white, but rather has a faint bluish-black hue, like black jade.
Xiang Geng paused for a moment, then looked away without saying anything.
After a while, Feng Xiu opened his eyes and pulled his hand out of the medicinal soup.
The skin on her hands was a bit rosier than before, but her bluish-black fingernails were even darker.
He brought up the panel and glanced at it.
[Included: Bone Refining Claw (Beginner Level)]
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In the days that followed, Feng Xiu practiced iron sand every morning, soaked in medicinal soup every afternoon, and pondered the sudden force of the Overlord Fist every morning and evening.
Xiang Geng was also busy.
When he returned from the wild city, he also brought back a book on the art of chasing the wind.
"Young Master, please take a look at this book of footwork techniques." He handed the booklet to Feng Xiu. "It's about light footwork; if you master it, you can run faster than a horse."
Feng Xiu took the booklet and flipped through it for a while.
The concept behind the "Chasing the Wind Step" is simple: to borrow the momentum of the wind and move with it.
When practiced to its peak, one's feet move with the speed of the wind, covering several meters in a single step.
Feng Xiu then handed the booklet to Xiang Geng and asked directly about the key points of cultivation.
"What's the principle behind it?"
With such a good teacher, there's no harm in not using him. In terms of teaching ability, Xiang Geng is much better than Han Che.
Of course, the two had different focuses: one was fighting, and the other was martial arts.
Xiang Geng thought for a moment, "To put it simply, it's about how to coordinate the blood and energy in the feet with the force of the ground's reaction."
"When you run, the moment your foot lands, you can run faster and faster by using the force of the impact from your foot."
Feng Xiu seemed to be deep in thought, feeling that it was similar to the principle behind the joke of stepping on the right foot with the left foot.
But that's the magic of martial arts—it can uncover certain subtle nuances.
Feng Xiu pondered for a moment, then asked, "What if there's no counter-force at the start?"
Xiang Geng smiled and said, "Young Master has asked the right question. Getting started relies on explosive power, not leveraging. You start with leg strength, and you use leverage to get going."
Feng Xiu nodded, then asked, "What about turning? When using leverage to turn, won't your footwork become chaotic?"
"Turning around is indeed easy to get confused, so there is a special training method in the Chasing Wind Step that emphasizes the folding step, which is to change direction while using leverage."
Xiang Geng paused, then added, "However, this thing is not easy to practice. If you use the force to turn or twist the direction incorrectly, you can easily sprain your ankle."
Feng Xiu suddenly realized that Xiang Geng's words had indeed given him some inspiration.
"When you practice, pay attention to lifting your breath upwards. As long as you can lift your breath and sink your waist, the rest will be smooth."
Xiang Geng added that he had stayed up all night reading the book "Chasing the Wind" on the very night he went to Yeshi, so he was very familiar with the key points.
"Yes, it's time to bring it up."
Unexpectedly, after listening, Feng Xiu nodded slightly and sighed softly.
The sudden shift in his words startled Xiang Geng.
"I heard that it's time for Old Zhang from Mudman Street to retire."
Feng Xiu spoke softly again, and at the end of his words, a gaze fell upon Xiang Geng.
Even though his eyes showed no emotion, Xiang Geng felt a kind of scrutinizing pressure, like that of a family head.
Immediately, his expression turned serious, and he bowed slightly, "Thank you for your guidance, young master."
Feng Xiu ignored him and continued practicing the Wind Chasing Step.
He gathered his energy and sent it to his waist, feeling a sudden lightness in his lower body. He took a step forward and shot out like an arrow.
Each step involved touching the ground with the toes, creating a sense of agility and grace during the practice.
Xiang Geng took a deep breath and slowly came back to his senses from the surprise he had just experienced.
The more I looked, the more alarmed I became.
This young master is not only talented, but also quick-witted. Many of the questions that Feng Xiu had just thought of, Feng Xiu figured out on his own.
Such a person has grown to this point not simply because of family resources.