The First Sage of Military Strategists

Chapter 20 Military Strategy: Condensing Evil
"In the art of war, the first principle is the will to kill, and my strange illness just happens to allow me to concentrate a pure will to kill!"

"The scriptures say that those who can concentrate a pure killing intent can be called geniuses in the art of war, a talent that is rare to be found even once in a thousand years!"

"Without the help of this strange disease, I certainly couldn't have done this on my own!"

Han Qing felt that this was neither a coincidence nor luck, but most likely a carefully planned arrangement by her mother.

Otherwise, with so many schools of spiritual cultivation techniques in the world, why is this jade pendant specifically a military spiritual cultivation technique?

Han Qing stopped thinking about it and began to seriously experience the changes that this wisp of Dharma thought brought to him.

With a thought, this wisp of magical thought was drawn out from the temple and landed in his ears. In an instant, his hearing was greatly enhanced. It then landed in his eyes, and his vision became very sharp. He could see the rough texture of the blue bricks on the wall in front of him clearly.

The power of spiritual energy in temples can enhance the five senses; this applies to any major school of thought.

In addition, the spiritual temple realm of the military path has a special feature: it can be transformed into malevolent energy.

With a thought, this wisp of magical thought suddenly dissipated, transforming into a wisp of black energy that surrounded his body.

This is the evil aura, which can make weapons sharper and can also intimidate the mind of enemies. In the future, it can also bind souls and fuse evil aura to transform them into ghost soldiers. It is a unique ability of the military school's spirit temple realm. Each subsequent secret technique of the military school requires evil aura to be used.

The black mist dissipated in the next instant, lasting only for two breaths.

Han Qing understood that this was because his spiritual realm was too low and his accumulation was too weak. It was just a wisp of Dharma thought, so the baleful aura he formed could not last long.

"Everything is difficult at the beginning. It's a good thing that I opened the Spirit Temple without going into a qi deviation. With daily accumulation, I will eventually become a Great Sage of the Way of War!" Han Qing thought to himself, placing the jade pendant on his chest and keeping it close to his body.

At this moment, the medicinal soup was just ready to be boiled. He got up, picked up the clay pot, poured it into a white porcelain bowl, and carried it to Master Fang's room with both hands.

Grandpa Fang was lying in a chair, holding a book in one hand and a copper pipe in the other, reading and smoking in great comfort.

Upon seeing Han Qing arrive, he tapped the table with his copper pipe, signaling Han Qing to put it down.

Han Qingzhao did as instructed, hesitated slightly, and then said, "Master Fang, may I go to the inner room and choose a martial art?"

A look of surprise flashed in Fang Ye's eyes: "Good lad, you're getting too big for your britches."

"Master Fang, you said before that if I achieved great success within three months, I could enter the inner chamber to choose a martial art, and I did it," Han Qing said.

If it weren't for this martial art, he would definitely have concealed his progress and made everyone think that he had only achieved minor success.

Xiao Cheng is just a step ahead of Luo Ying, so he shouldn't attract too much attention.

But now, the plan has changed. He has reached the limit of his Nine Yang True Skill and has nothing left to practice. He can't just waste time.

As for the Refining Spirit Method, it requires a quiet environment to enter a meditative state, and it may not be possible to practice it in the Minglu Hall courtyard.

"Mastery? You've mastered it in just over two months?" Master Fang's eyes gleamed as he looked Han Qing up and down, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Han Qing remained silent and directly activated the Nine Yang True Skill. Golden light appeared in his palm, enveloping his entire hand, but not his wrist. This was the sign of great success. If it spread to the wrist, it would be the completion of the initial stage.

Seeing this, Master Fang finally believed what Han Qing had said.

"I never expected that such a martial arts prodigy as you could be born in this small Baiyun County. Even many talents from prominent families in Shu cannot compare to you."

"Go ahead, I keep my word. I suppose you want to choose a secret technique for the second realm. I recommend the Nine Yin Manual. It combines yin and yang, and the power is perfectly integrated, making it extremely effective. If you can learn it, you'll be hard to beat at the second realm," Master Fang added.

He was afraid that Han Qing would go down the wrong path. If he chose a secret technique that conflicted with the Nine Yang True Skill, the conflicting forces could even lead to his body exploding and dying.

Countless predecessors have explored a path through experience: if one chooses to build a foundation with the Nine Yang True Skill in the initial stage, then choosing the Nine Yin True Skill in the second stage will have the best effect and the most significant improvement in combat power.

Han Qing nodded, overjoyed, and turned to walk into the inner room.

He entered the inner room and glanced around. He saw three bookshelves lined up in a row, with probably a few hundred books on them, much fewer than in the outer room.

The outer room was mostly filled with miscellaneous books, but this room was full of martial arts manuals. Even the most obscure and common martial arts manuals could be exchanged for a few taels of silver.

These hundreds of martial arts manuals together constitute a great fortune.

"Master Fang is no ordinary person; he certainly doesn't lack money," Han Qing thought to himself.

In the past two months, he had vaguely heard people talk about Master Fang's background, saying that he was the young master of the Fang family and had come here from the capital to avoid trouble.

The Fang family was a powerful clan. Master Fang had more money than he could spend. Whenever he needed money, he would write a letter and his family in the capital would send someone to deliver it to him.

He didn't know what the inside story was, but in short, Master Fang was no ordinary person.

Han Qing's gaze swept across the martial arts manuals, one after another passing before his eyes. He wanted every single one of them; just by looking at the names, he could sense that there were many extremely powerful martial arts techniques inside. Unfortunately, he could only take one manual, the Nine Yin Manual.

A moment later, he emerged from the inner room, now wielding this new martial art.

He bowed deeply to Master Fang, his heart filled with gratitude.

He is a man of few words, quiet and reserved. He finds it hard to express his gratitude in words, preferring to show his feelings through actions.

He remembered all the help Fang Ye had given him and would repay him many times over in the future.

Master Fang nodded slightly, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes.

"Alright, sit down and eat. Stop acting like a woman."

Han Qing didn't stand on ceremony and sat down opposite Master Fang to start eating and drinking heartily.

Master Fang smiled and said, "Do you know why I helped you?"

Han Qing shook his head. He had many guesses in his mind, but he felt that Master Fang would speak for himself and that he didn't need to say anything more.

"Firstly, because you're a martial arts prodigy, it would be a real pity if you died young due to your poor background. Secondly, your medical skills are superb; no one else can cure my headaches except you, so I want you to stay in the government office. Thirdly, your personality is very similar to mine when I was young; seeing you naturally reminds me of the past." Master Fang didn't eat, but instead muttered to himself while puffing on his cigarette, his eyes filled with reminiscence.
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Han Qing kept eating. After achieving the Great Perfection of the Nine Yang True Skill, his physique became even stronger, and his appetite also increased.

Before he knew it, Master Fang suddenly noticed that more than half of the food on the table was missing, and he immediately started cursing.

"You little brat, leave me some!"

Han Qing dared not eat any more. He wanted to say that he had only eaten 80% full, but thinking about it, he had eaten enough and should indeed leave some for Master Fang.

He got up, squatted down to the side, opened the book of Nine Yin Manual, and began to study it seriously.

After watching it the first time, I couldn't understand anything. I felt completely lost, as if I were reading a book written in a foreign language.

So he read it very patiently again and again, and finally on the seventh reading he understood the general idea and memorized the main content.

"The Nine Yin Manual also has thirty-six movements, which can open thirty-six acupoints."

"It's just that the movements and postures have become more complex, and the locations of the acupoints have also changed."

"After mastering the basics, one can unleash the Nine Yin Force, which possesses an inherent chilling aura. If combined with the Nine Yang Force, its destructive power is astonishing. When this force is injected into an enemy's body, it can cause them to explode and die!"

"The creators of these two martial arts manuals are the same person. He is truly a peerless genius."

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