Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 27 Are you willing to inherit my mantle and bear the consequences of my actions?
Is a major change about Black Wind Mountain?
Liu Sheng's pupils contracted, and he finally noticed—

Wu Song's monk's robes were stained with blood, his eyes were slightly dimmed, and a rare expression appeared on his face...

A look of exhaustion.

"Master, are you injured?"

Liu Sheng quickly handed the vermilion fruit back to him:

"Quickly eat this vermilion fruit to heal your wounds!"

He didn't know if the century-old Vermilion Fruit was useful, but since it could strengthen his qi and blood, it would definitely be beneficial to the recovery of his injuries.

With the talent boost from his three incarnations, he's leveling up incredibly fast these days, so a little time won't make a difference.

"This kid... doesn't he know how precious this rare fruit is?"

Wu Song glanced at the century-old Vermilion Fruit that was handed back, and his lips twitched.

Don't underestimate this unusual fruit; it can only strengthen your qi and blood, and solidify your foundation...

But you must know that Qi and blood are the foundation of martial arts!
The deeper and more solid the foundation, the taller and more stable the building will be.

A slight difference in foundation between those at the Qi and Blood Realm will amplify tenfold, a hundredfold, a thousandfold in later realms…

The difference of a hair's breadth can lead to a world of difference; this is exactly what they mean.

He originally coveted the century-old Vermilion Fruit to heal his old wounds, but now that he had taken on a disciple, he naturally had to plan for his disciple's future.

Liu Sheng is over sixteen years old now, which is a bit late for him to start practicing martial arts.

The descendants of aristocratic families or disciples of prominent sects begin practicing standing meditation to nourish their blood as early as around the age of twelve.

By the age of fifteen or sixteen, even those with average talent can reach the threshold of perfect Qi and blood.

As for those with exceptional talent, they have long since developed their inner strength, having already mastered one or two aspects of the three major refinements of tendons, bones, and skin.

Some prodigies, possessing superior physiques, have already completed the three stages of refinement, cultivating a wisp of internal energy and beginning to temper their five internal organs...

In just a few years, they have covered a distance that others take decades, or even a lifetime, to complete.

That's why he reluctantly gave up the century-old Vermilion Fruit to Liu Sheng, but little did he know...

It's understandable that he comes from a rural background and lacks experience.

Damn it, I'm so angry!

Is someone really so bored that they don't even sleep and instead run into the deep mountains and forests to fight a bunch of monsters?

Wu Song took a deep breath and pushed the century-old Vermilion Fruit back:

"This is a century-old Vermilion Fruit. Not only will it save you months of hard work, but it will also solidify your foundation, allowing you to successfully condense your inner strength..."

"Master, you are injured, you need it more than I do!"

Liu Sheng pushed the red fruit back, puffed out his chest, and said with a hint of smugness:

"Two days ago, I, your disciple, was fortunate enough to break through to a higher level, and now I can control my qi and blood..."

"Hmm...? You've already broken through to the minor completion stage?"

Wu Song, whose forehead veins were throbbing, was startled upon hearing this and reached out to grab Liu Sheng:

"I remember when I accepted you as my disciple a few days ago, you had just begun to learn and had only cultivated a wisp of qi and blood."

Logically speaking, it would take anywhere from a month or two to get to the bottom of it…

Liu Sheng didn't struggle and just smiled as Wu Song held him.

The moment he made his move, Wu Song's eyelids twitched violently—

The skin is firm and tough, cold and hard to the touch, like touching copper or iron. The bones are coarse and hard, faintly exuding a fierce aura. The large tendons are thick, long and tough, like snakes and pythons coiled around the body, or like a bowstring taut, ready to be released!

This skin, this bone structure…

"A born swordsman, with skin of copper and bones of iron, tendons of pythons and bones of tigers... How is that possible?!"

Wu Song's eyes widened, his monk's robes fluttered, and a murderous aura flashed in his eyes before disappearing...

A flash of light seemed to appear behind my head, disappearing in an instant.

When Liu Sheng was hit by that murderous aura, it was as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He felt cold all over his body, and even his thoughts seemed to freeze.

In an instant, within a radius of several dozen feet, the grass and trees withered, rats and snakes died, and flies and insects vanished...

The entire mountain was deathly silent.

"wake up!"

It wasn't until a thunderous shout rang in his ears that Liu Sheng felt as if he had been suddenly enlightened...

Awaken from a state of confusion.

Gan!
What just happened?
Liu Sheng shook his head vigorously, feeling as if he had a hangover. But because of his "sparrow's eyes," he could vaguely recall the fleeting image of light and shadow behind his master's head earlier—it was...

Amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, upon countless bones, a divine general, bare-chested and glaring, covered in wounds, wields a dagger and spews karmic fire...

hiss-!!!
Liu Sheng gasped, his heart pounding with excitement…

What level of power is this?

Master, you've kept this from me for so long!

If I had known you were this capable, why would I have been so cautious?
He grabbed his knife and ran straight to the Tong family's house, where he swiftly and decisively hacked away!
I never imagined that you, who seem so rough and unrestrained on the surface, actually have a penchant for "playing dumb to fool others"!

Indeed, like master, like disciple...

I was innocent, but you corrupted me!
Liu Sheng grumbled to himself, then looked up and saw Wu Song staring straight at him with a complicated expression.

"you……"

Wu Song let out a breath, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

Despite his tumultuous life, the countless storms he weathered, and the countless brilliant talents he encountered...

He had even seen and killed some of the legendary martial bodies, spiritual bodies, and Dao bodies.

However, this was the first time I had ever seen someone as strange as Liu Sheng, and I had never even heard of such a thing before.

One's innate constitution is determined by nature; how one is born is how one will die.

Unless one practices a martial art to the core, gradually altering one's constitution over many years...

This is called changing form.

The saying "to train one's physique to resemble that of a crane" refers to this.

But to achieve this...

Either he is an unparalleled genius, with innate talent and extraordinary comprehension; while others struggle and to understand for a lifetime without success, he can grasp it at a glance and achieve mastery or perfection after only two or three attempts…

They even broke away from established practices and created new methods.

Alternatively, they might be seasoned masters who dedicate their lives to practicing only one skill or one punch, accumulating knowledge day by day for decades, like water dripping on stone, until they finally master the art of martial arts...

First grasp the meaning, then change the form.

But neither of these qualities does his apprentice possess!
A few days ago, he examined the bones of the young man to determine his apprentice. The boy in front of him was only a "born swordsman," with long arms and wide palms, but of inferior physique.

But in just a few days, his physical attributes have changed dramatically!

Copper skin and iron bones, python tendons and tiger bones…

Each of these qualities alone would be considered top-tier!
With these two advantages, your progress in the Bone and Muscle Realm cultivation will be rapid.

In the end, the cultivation of the Bone and Tendon Realm is nothing more than...

Tendons, bones, and skin – the three great disciplines!
His disciple already possessed three superior physical attributes: python tendons, tiger bones, and copper skin…

In particular, his skeletal structure, with its combination of "iron bones" and "tiger bones," surpasses even the most ordinary superior bone structure!
In this way, he won't stay in the Bone and Tendon Realm for long, perhaps only a month or two, before he can achieve the third stage of refinement...

For an ordinary martial arts master, it might take more than ten years, or even a lifetime.

This kid seems to have had a stroke of good fortune!

They are blessed with good fortune.

Wu Song was only pleased by this.

After all, he himself was a person destined for greatness…

They knew that everything in the universe was predetermined.

What is a constant?

What's yours will always be yours, no matter how you try to push it away.

What isn't yours will never be yours; no matter how hard you try to take it, you can't.

did not expect…

It was just a whim; I took on a disciple under a pseudonym, intending to only teach him the "Black Tiger Rending Wind Blade" technique and then end our master-disciple relationship.

To avoid being implicated and caught in the crossfire.

Now it seems that they are able to inherit my mantle and bear the consequences of my actions?
Wu Song took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and his eyes became clear.

He looked at Liu Sheng with a solemn and dignified appearance, and his voice was loud and clear, like a morning bell and evening drum.
"Would you be willing to become my disciple, inherit my mantle, and bear the consequences of my actions, sharing both glory and loss... the kind of thing?"

what?
Liu Sheng shuddered, his mind racing with thoughts, a bellyful of questions swirling within him, yet he bowed down without hesitation:
"Disciple is willing."

Nonsense, Master even raised his monk's knife.
If you hesitate even for a moment, you might lose your head!
(End of this chapter)