Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

Zhou Bingzhong slowly rose from the bamboo chair, smiling broadly, and said, "Little Feng, what brings you here today?"

After saying that, Zhou Bingzhong's eyes caught sight of what the steward was carrying, and he said:

"You're here, why did you bring your own meat? Don't do it again next time. Do you think your master will starve you?"

Chen Feng gave a shy smile.

"Stay for dinner tonight."

Zhou Bingzhong's words carried an air of unquestionable authority. Before Chen Feng could reply, he instructed the steward standing nearby:

"Go and have the servants cook this meat all at once, cook it a little longer, otherwise it won't be tender. Also, cook more rice tonight."

The butler agreed, then quickly left with the beef and headed towards the kitchen.

Chen Feng scratched his head, surprised that his master knew what was wrapped in the lotus leaf without even looking.

After the butler left.

Only the master and apprentice remained in the courtyard, sitting around the stone table, drinking tea and chatting.

After chatting for a while.

Chen Feng asked, "Master, my cultivation has slowed down a lot lately. Could you please take a look and tell me what's wrong?"

"Come closer."

Chen Feng obediently stood up, turning his back to his master.

Zhou Bingzhong stretched out his hand, made a fist, pressed his thumb on the back of Chen Feng's neck, and then followed the spine downwards.

As his master applied a little force, Chen Feng could feel a distinct tingling sensation even through his clothes.

"You've reached the peak of the Bone Forging Realm?"

Although it was a question, Zhou Bingzhong's words carried a strong sense of certainty.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes; he hadn't expected Chen Feng to improve so quickly.

The more outstanding his apprentices were, the happier Zhou Bingzhong was.

"Good lad!"

Zhou Bingzhong patted Chen Feng on the back in amazement, "You've gone from the initial stage of Bone Forging to the Perfection stage in less than a month, and your foundation is so solid."

"I originally thought it would take you a few more months to reach this level."

Hearing his master's praise, Chen Feng was also delighted. He was able to cultivate to the Bone Forging Realm so quickly thanks to those medical books.

Chen Feng truthfully recounted his discovery.

He said that he first understands the body's structure before training his body, which greatly improves the efficiency of training bones.

Zhou Bingzhong nodded slightly.

"Indeed, we can learn from others' experiences to improve ourselves. I am pleased that you have such thoughts."

"But do you know how long it would take a normal person to fully understand those medical books you mentioned?"

Chen Feng shook his head; he didn't know.

"At least several years."

Zhou Bingzhong said, "So you understand now, right? This method is not suitable for most people; it will only waste their time."

"It's better to just practice boxing honestly; the energy and blood you accumulate there are real."

Chen Feng nodded. Fortunately, he hadn't given the new disciples any random advice. Other disciples didn't have the experience system, so it would be too difficult for them to learn so many complicated theories in a short period of time.

It seems this method of speeding up...

Chen Feng can only use it himself.

However... after talking for so long, Chen Feng still didn't hear what he wanted to know.

So he asked:

"Now that I've reached perfection, what should I do next? How should I proceed on the path to the Qi Refining Realm?"

Zhou Bingzhong smiled broadly.

"No rush. For you, it's just a matter of time. You haven't been in the Bone Forging Realm for long, so please wait a while."

Chen Feng didn't understand what this meant.

Zhou Bingzhong said, "The internal organs are weak, unlike the bones. They cannot be forcibly strengthened with qi and blood. They can only be nourished little by little by the subtle influence of qi and blood in daily life."

"Constant dripping wears away a stone; nothing can be rushed."

"You've only just reached the peak of Bone Forging, how can you break through to the Core Tempering stage so quickly? Be patient and wait."

Chen Feng suddenly realized, "So that's how it is."

He thought it was his lower aptitude that was holding him back, but it turned out that slow progress was normal.

At the same time, a mechanical sound rang out—

[Under the guidance of the Enlightenment Realm...]

[Experience +500]

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment.

Stealing...stealing less?!

These two sentences are worth five hundred?!

Chen Feng skillfully suppressed the surprise in his eyes, his expression instead becoming serious as he clasped his hands in greeting:

"Thank you for your guidance, Master. I will have many more questions to ask you in the future, and I hope you will not find them offensive."

Seeing Chen Feng's serious expression.

Zhou Bingzhong nodded and replied earnestly, "Since I've accepted you as my disciple, how could I possibly look down on you? Feel free to ask me anything; I'd be more than happy to answer your questions."

In Zhou Bingzhong's eyes, Chen Feng was exceptionally intelligent and had a promising future.

It is now beginning to show its potential.

But since Chen Feng almost entirely grasped the concept on his own, his master seemed to have no presence at all.

Therefore, Zhou Bingzhong was speaking from the heart. He genuinely hoped that Chen Feng would ask him more questions instead of him racking his brains on his own.

Otherwise, what's the point of having him as a master?

A master is there to guide his disciples.

Hearing his master agree so readily, a hint of joy flashed in Chen Feng's eyes.

It's as if I can see a future of freedom and experience.

"Thank you, Master!"

Zhou Bingzhong nodded and said with a smile:

"You must remember that you must never practice martial arts in isolation. Even I often write letters to exchange ideas with my friends."

"Yes."

Zhou Bingzhong looked at Chen Feng with a smile in his eyes.

Little did he know, these few promises would be the beginning of his greatest troubles in the future...

......

As dusk fell, lanterns lit up one after another throughout the Zhou residence, casting a warm yellow glow on the carved beams and painted rafters, illuminating the brightly lit halls.

It's already lunchtime.

The table in the main hall was already covered with a brocade tablecloth, and the bowls, cups, plates, and chopsticks were neatly arranged, just waiting for the host to take his seat.

The Zhou family mansion was very large, but there were not many servants, making it seem quite deserted.

Since his wife's death, Zhou Bingzhong has never remarried and has lived alone for many years.

Fortunately, as the head of the Dragon Martial Arts Academy, he has many disciples, and his personal disciples are all very filial.

So even when his son went out to make his way in the world and wasn't by his side, he didn't feel lonely.

This was the first time Chen Feng had stayed at the mansion for a meal.

Only after his master was seated did he sit down quietly.

When Chen Feng thought it would just be him and his master having dinner, he saw three sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Before Chen Feng could even ask which other senior brother was coming, he heard a very familiar voice—

"Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready!"

The second senior brother, Yao Xingzhi, strode into the courtyard and casually tossed his long staff to the ground.

Then he rushed into the hall and the first thing he saw was Chen Feng sitting at the table.

"Junior brother, you're here to freeload too?"

Yao Xingzhi smiled knowingly when he saw Chen Feng.

Chen Feng: "..."

Why did my senior brother say "also"?

Wouldn't that be tantamount to admitting that you just rushed over to freeload a meal?

And what does that smile mean?

Yao Xingzhi's eyes seemed to say, "This is the tacit understanding between fellow disciples."

But Chen Feng didn't want to have any tacit understanding in such strange ways.

"Greetings, Senior Brother." Chen Feng stood up and cupped his hands in greeting.

Yao Xingzhi waved his hand and said, "Why are you being so serious? Eating is more important."

Zhou Bingzhong nodded to Yao Xingzhi, "If I had known you were coming, I would have cooked for you. Sit down."

Yao Xingzhi excitedly ran into the backyard, fetched water to wash his hands, and then quickly sat down.

Before long, the maidservants brought out dishes one after another, carrying plates.

Fresh fish soup, roasted lamb chops, braised pork knuckle, and exquisite seasonal vegetables... The table was piled high with dishes, their aroma filling the air and the room warm.

Even the rice was as white as snow, steaming hot, making one's appetite soar.

Chen Feng was momentarily dazed.

Is the chef at my master's house really that good?