I'm modifying myself into the ultimate demon.

Chapter 8: Fuyang Sword Technique

Chen Mo didn't wake up until noon.

The first thing I do when I get up is to lift up the lining to check the baby's face on my belly.

Fortunately, the baby's mouth was not open.

"This is so stressful...it won't even let people get a good night's sleep."

As dusk fell, Ma Tie arrived with three condemned prisoners bound to their bonds.

Chen Mo, who was still recuperating in bed, suddenly felt much better. He sat up abruptly and looked at the three death row inmates:

One of the death row inmates was a thin, sickly young man whose vitality was clearly inferior to his own.

The other death row inmate was a strong man who looked slightly more imposing than me, and his vitality was probably a bit higher.

There was also a man with a face full of scars, exuding an astonishing aura, and a prominent scar on his face. When he laughed, the scar seemed to writhe, which was extremely frightening.

Ma Tie gave a brief introduction: "This skinny guy is a petty thief, sentenced to death. This man is a wheat harvester who killed someone for profit, also sentenced to death. This scarred man is a bandit, a martial artist who has just entered the Skin Refining Realm, and was arrested by Constable Wang. They are all heinous criminals who deserve to die. Young Master bought them to test the medicine, which can be considered as doing justice for Heaven."

After saying that, Ma Tie took out some extra pieces of silver and presented them to Chen Mo with both hands, saying, "These pieces of silver are extra, please accept them, Second Young Master."

Chen Mo glanced at it; it was probably more than ten taels of silver.

Ma Tie could easily have pocketed that money.

But he still handed it over voluntarily.

It's clear that his character is still reliable.

This pleased Chen Mo. "Keep the extra money for yourself, consider it a running fee."

"Thank you very much, Second Young Master." Ma Tie then happily accepted the gift.

Chen Mo reached into the bowl, pinched off a small amount of the paste and made three pills of equal size, then handed them to Ma Tie: "One for each of you, give them to the three of you to eat."

Ma Tie took it and forcefully shoved it into the mouths of the three death row inmates.

The three death row inmates had already been beaten black and blue; how could they be a match for Ma Tie?

After struggling for a couple of seconds, it gave up.

The next moment, Chen Mo stared intently at the three of them, not missing a single micro-expression. At the same time, he kept an eye on the water clock not far away, recording the time.

A few minutes later, the skinny man suddenly turned bright red, cried out that he was very hot, shivered and curled up, and soon foamed at the mouth and died. His body was radiating scalding heat.

Chen Mo's pupils contracted.

really……

The gold finger has a very high gold content.

Fortunately, I didn't rush to take it.

Otherwise, there will be nothing left.

About fifteen minutes later, the migrant worker also began to tremble, feeling unbearably hot and itchy. He then collapsed to the ground, shivering and complaining of the heat. Before long, he kicked his legs and died.

The corpse was already stiff, releasing billowing heat.

Chen Mo felt a chill run down his spine once again.

The migrant worker was a bit stronger than me, yet he still died.

It seems that ordinary people's Qi and blood are not enough to resist the corrosive effects of the defensive Qi and Yang Qi.

Chen Mo forced down his panic and stared at the last bandit.

After a full half hour, the bandit only trembled a few times and his skin turned red, but he did not show any other abnormal reactions.

Another half hour passed, and the bandits still did not react in any particular way, only shivering and saying they were hot.

Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Do you feel any discomfort in your body?"

The bandits glared at Chen Mo with venomous hatred, but did not answer.

He could easily see that Chen Mo had bought him... to test the poison.

That guy is vicious.

It's better to stay in prison; even if they're beheaded, at least they'll get a decent meal before they're executed.

Chen Mo saw through the other party's thoughts. "You just need to cooperate with me and keep good records. After it's done, I'll let you go."

The bandit then looked up, asking incredulously, "Really?"

Ma Tie kicked him, "Our second young master is famous throughout Honghe County, how could he possibly deceive a mere soldier like you!?"

The bandit then said, "So you're the second young master of the Chen family. I know your name. I just feel hot, a bone-chilling heat. Nothing else." Chen Mo nodded. "What's your name?"

The bandit said, "Chen San."

Chen Mo said, "For the time being, you will be staying in the back room of the backyard. I will have someone watch over you and serve you wine and meat every day. However, I will have someone record your symptoms regularly."

Upon hearing that there would be wine and meat to eat, Chen San immediately nodded in agreement.

Chen Mo waved his hand and said, "Ma Tie, take him down. Tie him up and separate him from the woman. Also, take these two corpses of condemned prisoners down and give them to the woman."

After dismissing the two, Chen Mo lay heavily on the bed and let out a heartfelt sigh of relief.

"Finally, I've found a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation. The blood and qi of a martial artist who has just entered the Skin Refining Realm can resist the corrosive effects of this defensive qi paste. Once I reach the Skin Refining Realm, I can take it."

"I wonder how difficult it is to cultivate to the Skin Refining Realm. Tomorrow morning, I'll ask Uncle Zhou for a martial art to practice."

Practicing martial arts is a very important matter. It would be best to consult Uncle Zhou for the best results.

After making up his mind, Chen Mo wanted to sleep, but he tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

He was constantly filled with anxiety, fearing that he would suddenly have a relapse and transform into a monster that could eat people and rip out their hearts, and then eat himself...

Finally, unable to resist the exhaustion, he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Chen Mo rolled over to check the baby's face on her belly and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that the baby's mouth was not yet open.

Chen Mo hurriedly went to check on the woman and found nothing wrong, so he asked Qiu Lan to find Zhou Liang.

"The Second Young Master wants to practice martial arts?" Zhou Liang was greatly surprised when he heard that Chen Mo wanted to practice martial arts.

The Chen family has been in business for generations, but there has never been a precedent of them practicing martial arts.

Moreover, Chen Yinfu raised his two sons by teaching them how to conduct themselves in society and how to do business. He never encouraged them to practice martial arts.

Zhou Liang really couldn't understand why Chen Mo would choose a life of wealth and luxury instead of coming here to suffer the hardships of martial arts training.

Chen Mo found an excuse, "My elder brother died of an illness last month, and I also fell ill four days ago and almost died. The world is unjust and diseases are rampant. I want to practice martial arts to gain more power to protect myself."

Zhou Liang nodded: "That's true, but practicing martial arts is hard work, and I'm worried that the second young master won't be able to endure the hardship. Moreover, even if the second young master can endure the hardship of practicing martial arts, he may not be able to achieve any results."

Chen Mo smiled wryly and said, "Uncle Zhou, I've already died once. Compared to the horror of madness, what's a little suffering? As for whether I can master it or not, I have my own plans."

Zhou Liang stared at Chen Mo for a long time, noticing the seriousness in Chen Mo's eyes. He truly felt that the Second Young Master was different from before, so he nodded and said, "After this illness, the Second Young Master has become much more mature and steady. I wonder what kind of martial arts the Second Young Master wants to practice?"

What kind of martial arts should I practice?
This really stumped Chen Mo.

He knew absolutely nothing about the martial arts styles of this world.

Zhou Liang seemed to sense Chen Mo's embarrassment and began to explain in great detail: "Martial arts are methods of killing and destruction, extremely dangerous techniques, and should be taken seriously. Ordinary martial arts are mostly based on stance training. Only after establishing a solid foundation in stance training can one begin to practice fist techniques, palm techniques, leg techniques, and hand and foot techniques. Once these are mastered, one can then move on to weapons: knife techniques, spear techniques, and sword techniques. Of course, one can also directly practice weapons after establishing a solid foundation in stance training. I wonder which one the Second Young Master wishes to learn?"

Chen Mo smiled wryly and asked directly, "Are there any martial arts techniques that can quickly improve one's qi and blood?"

Zhou Liang was slightly surprised: "Second Young Master sees things very clearly. Whether it's fist and foot skills or weapon techniques, they are all external skills. The foundation of a martial artist's standing is ultimately the strength of his own blood and qi, which is the right path. Second Young Master has only just come into contact with martial arts and yet his mind is so clear."

Chen Mo: "..."

I just wanted to save my life.

Zhou Liang continued, "Practicing with powerful weapons is the fastest way to increase your qi and blood. Hammer techniques, spear techniques, and sword techniques are all fine. My specialty is sword techniques. Since you are interested, I will give you the sword techniques I practiced in my early years. Take a quick look first, and I will teach you more when you recover and can get out of bed."

After saying that, Zhou Liang took out a yellowed booklet from his personal pocket and handed it to Chen Mo.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhou." Chen Mo said his thanks before taking the booklet.

The cover had four large characters written on it:

Fuyang Knife Technique.

Chen Mo tried to bring up the control panel.

To my surprise, there was another rectangular box on the cover, containing only a black bar and three lines of text.

[Current original solution essence: 0]

[Current number of times it can be identified: 1]

[A recognizable object has been detected. Recognize?]

Ok?
Another recognition attempt?
It’s a timely rain.

Without a second thought, Chen Mo immediately had an idea:
'Recognized!'

(End of this chapter)