Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

"I was right after all..."

After gaining extensive experience and mastering the "Essentials of Bone Setting," Chen Fenghua's understanding of her own body reached a whole new level.

Where does Qi and blood come from, where do they go, and which bones do they nourish?

He knew everything.

With deliberate adjustment, I felt that the flow of qi and blood in my meridians was much smoother.

In the past, the only way to improve one's skill level was through practicing boxing, specifically the Five Elements Boxing Technique.

Now, Chen Feng can apply what he has learned to other situations without having to rigidly practice punching and hammering his bones.

You can even use the Tai Chi Xuan Yuan Gong to improve yourself by observing the rise and fall of Qi and blood with each breath!

Although it is slower, it makes progress all the time, like spring rain nourishing things silently.

Truly achieve this, even your breathing becomes stronger!

Chen Feng then selected several more medical books, all of which were works from the Inner Canon such as "Inner Canon Diagram" and "Collection of Records of the Five Viscera".

After the Bone Forging Realm comes the Internal Organ Tempering Realm, so he simply bought them all together to save himself the trouble of making another trip next time.

Chen Feng walked out of the bookstore with a few books in his pocket.

However, there was a hint of worry between his brows:

"He only worked as a medicine boy for a few days and already maxed out 'Flying Grass,' and now his experience is running out..."

When he first transmigrated, he always felt that he had an inexhaustible supply of experience, but now that he lacks it, he realizes how precious it is.

Suddenly, a few noises came from not far away.

From a pastry shop.

Chen Feng vaguely remembered it; it seemed to be called...

Shengfangzhai.

Before becoming an apprentice, he bought some pastries from the shop as gifts and was deeply impressed by it.

Because the pastries there were very expensive, they charged him two taels of silver for just a few pieces.

Fortunately, the master thought it tasted good.

Otherwise, Chen Feng would definitely...

I'm never coming back.

Chen Feng looked curiously towards the entrance of the pastry shop, only to see a group of burly men surrounding the shop.

Fortunately, he was tall enough to vaguely see what was happening inside.

Surrounded in the middle was the young shop owner, wearing a long skirt, standing behind several guards.

However, the number of guards was clearly far less than the group of burly men who came to cause trouble.

Chen Feng shook his head, not wanting to meddle in other people's business.

"What do you mean by this?! This is a shop belonging to the Fuxing Chamber of Commerce!"

The guards' shouts reached Chen Feng's ears through the noisy crowd.

Chen Feng paused in his steps as he was leaving.

Fuxing Chamber of Commerce?

From Meng Zhaowu's house?

......

......

Shengfangzhai, at the entrance.

A group of gang thugs dressed in short-sleeved shirts, each with a fierce look on their faces, surrounded the pastry shop.

People around them avoided them like the plague, afraid of provoking them, and kept their distance, let alone going into the pastry shop to buy anything.

The leader was a young man with long hair.

He lightly waved a folding fan in his hand, but he lacked any elegance; instead, he appeared sleazy and vulgar in comparison to the thugs.

The guards at the pastry shop looked grim.

But he still shielded the woman behind him.

The young man tossed his head, casually tossing his long hair behind his ear, and slowly said:

"Zhiwei, we've known each other for a while now, so we won't make things difficult for you. Once you've paid the management fee, these brothers will naturally leave. Otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless and disturbing your business."

Meng Zhiwei remained silent, only staring fiercely at the long-haired youth.

However, no matter how fierce a woman's gaze may be, it has no deterrent effect whatsoever.

The young man gave a forced smile.

"Don't be so resistant. We at Yichengtang are quite easy to talk to. I remember this street is mostly occupied by shops from your Fuxing Chamber of Commerce, right?"

"What do you want to do!"

The young man pretended to be thinking and said:

"Hmm... how about this, all the shops on this street that are registered under the Fuxing Chamber of Commerce only need to hand over 50% of their income each month."

"How about a 50/50 split? Not bad, right?" The young man flicked open his folding fan with a "rip" and shook it gently.

"You're dreaming!"

Meng Zhiwei resolutely refused; how could she possibly agree to such a thing?

Half of my monthly income.

How can we do business like this? Besides, there's no reason why we can't do business if we haven't paid protection money.

The Chamber of Commerce bought these shops with real money, not to use them as tribute to Yicheng Hall.

"Don't get so angry. It's not like we can't talk things out. Think about it, if I bring people to block you on this street every day, you can't do business, and I can't make any money. It's a huge loss for me."

"But if you agree, wouldn't that be a win-win situation? It's always good to make money peacefully."

The young man made no attempt to conceal the threat in his words.

Meng Zhiwei knew that what he said was entirely possible; these thugs were really shameless enough to block people at the store entrance every day.

You don't even need to lift a finger.

A group of burly men stood together at the door.

See who would dare to buy anything from here?

But Meng Zhiwei cannot back down in the slightest. If she does, they will definitely take advantage of her and even become more aggressive.

Until they are completely devoured.

"Don't even think about it, there's no way I'd agree," Meng Zhiwei said outright.

"Looks like you still haven't grasped the situation..." The young man clicked his tongue and winked at the burly thug behind him.

The thugs understood immediately and stepped forward in unison, tightening the encirclement.

The guards were suddenly startled, drew their weapons, and looked warily at the thugs in front of them.

Meng Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat, but she remained calm and said, "Our Fuxing Chamber of Commerce members will be here soon! I advise you not to act rashly."

To everyone's surprise, after hearing this...

The young man burst into laughter instead:

"That's hilarious! Your Fuxing Chamber of Commerce is barely able to save itself, and you're still bluffing!"

"It's not just this street, but also East Street and West Street. Every shop belonging to your Fuxing Chamber of Commerce must be in a panic. Who has time to worry about this place!"

The harsh, sarcastic remarks were like sharp needles piercing Meng Zhiwei's body.

His face turned pale instantly.

The young man was telling the truth. The Chamber of Commerce was indeed short-handed, and recently, several major gangs had inexplicably started seizing market share and competing for business.

They want to create a monopoly.

If it's just normal competition, then so be it.

But they all use dirty tricks, such as personal threats or blocking doors and smashing shops.

Such rogue behavior is surprisingly effective, and honest businessmen are helpless against it.

Many chambers of commerce have already been kicked out of the game.

Or they could attach themselves to a gang and scavenge for scraps from under their fingernails.

The Fuxing Chamber of Commerce is one of the few that is still struggling to survive, but it has already begun to show signs of fatigue.

"I'll ask one last time, will you agree or not?"

The young man's voice gradually grew impatient. He put away his folding fan and tucked it behind his back.

One of the guards whispered to Meng Zhiwei, "Miss, we'll try our best to stop them. You stay inside and don't come out."

Meng Zhiwei's face turned slightly pale.

Hiding was useless; how could that thin wooden door possibly stop these men?

The people from Yichengtang surrounded the shop so tightly that there was no way to escape.

Thinking of the consequences of being caught, Meng Zhiwei clenched her fists until they turned white, her nails digging into her flesh anxiously, but she was completely unaware of the pain.

"Haha, looking at it up close, Chairman Meng's daughter is really young-looking."

"Who says otherwise? I've admired Miss Meng for a long time too..." One of the thugs licked his lips and looked at Meng Zhiwei with ill intent.

It sent a chill down her spine.

After not receiving the response he wanted for a long time, the young man finally lost his patience, tossed his hair back, and waved his hand to give the order:

"Looks like you're not prepared to 'cooperate' then. Don't blame me for being ruthless and merciless. Brothers, charge!"

Several thugs shouted and were about to charge forward.

And just then...

One of Meng Zhiwei's guards, with a fierce look in his eyes, lunged at the young man with the folding fan.

To catch the thief, first catch the king!

Unexpectedly, the young man easily dodged the attack, but instead raised his leg and kicked the guard in the abdomen.

The guard missed his target and couldn't dodge in time, so he was kicked in the abdomen, taking a heavy blow and flying backward.

Bang!

He finally crashed to the ground, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, and was severely injured.

"Young master is mighty!"

The thugs cheered.

Meng Zhiwei and several guards turned pale.

The young man flicked his folding fan open with a "rip," tossing his long hair behind his head, and said smugly:

"Heh, you still want to ambush me...!"

Before he could finish speaking...

A square object hurtled straight toward the young man with a sharp whooshing sound!

Snapped!

It was like a slap in the face to the young man.

The immense force sent the young man sprawling backward to the ground, where he cried out in pain.

Once the dizziness and blurred vision subside.

The young man picked up the square "hidden weapon" and looked at it:

"The Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic?!"