Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

"Why!"

In a mountain temple, a mottled Buddha statue lies slumped in a corner, its gold paint peeling off, whereas the statue originally stood atop a high platform.

It turned out to be a three-tailed fox demon sitting cross-legged.

Fox eyes, scarlet.

Inside the hall, a monk dressed in plain robes was bound and trapped by an invisible force, his prayer beads scattered all over the ground, rolling onto the dusty blue bricks.

The monk lowered his eyes and clasped his hands together.

A faint Buddhist light surrounded him.

His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, and a talisman on his chest emitted a faint glow as he struggled to stay afloat under the aura of the fox demon.

If Chen Feng were here, he would definitely recognize that this monk is Jingchen!

only.

At this moment, Jingchen's golden Dharma body was no longer the solemn and dignified image of an Arhat; only a faint layer of Buddha light remained, and even the Vajra talisman on his chest appeared dim.

"Monk! Tell me! Who is killing my grandson!" The fox demon suddenly stood up, its sharp claws digging into the golden body, causing the Buddhist light to dim.

The demonic power raged, and a whooshing sound could be heard inside the palace.

Just half an hour ago, the three-tailed fox demon learned that her two grandchildren, on whom she had placed great hopes, had died tragically outside. They were among her few grandchildren who possessed mortal bloodlines.

"First you destroyed my clones, then you slaughtered my descendants! Only you monks are so stubborn! Tell me! Who was it?!"

Jingchen remained calm, chanting Buddhist scriptures without paying any attention to the enraged fox demon.

A question arose in his mind: there were no large temples in this area, so who would provoke this three-tailed fox demon besides himself?

……

……

"The Cao Gang is about to send people down, perhaps one Grand Martial Arts Master, perhaps two. You are in great danger now."

Zhou Bingzhong's tone was solemn.

"You've mastered the art of tempering your internal organs to condense your Qi. You're incredibly powerful, so powerful that the Cao Gang will definitely not let this go unchecked. They'll either recruit you or eliminate you. They won't tolerate two Grandmasters appearing in Jiangzhou."

Recruiting them is definitely out of the question.

Then only destruction remains.

Chen Feng realized the seriousness of the situation, and his heart sank.

"I can't protect you from the canal gang."

Zhou Bingzhong sighed. If it were just the Li family, there would be no need to worry at all, but the Grand Canal Gang…

The local tyrant of Jiangzhou.

One Grandmaster is not enough.

The fact that the Li family could rise to the position of a prominent family in Pingcheng, standing on equal footing with Cheng Yuan, a protégé of the emperor, simply by relying on the Grand Canal Gang, speaks volumes.

Chen Feng nodded slightly.

He had actually prepared himself mentally long ago, but he didn't expect this day to come so soon.

The best way to deal with a rising genius from an opposing force is to crush him before he fully matures.

They didn't give them a chance.

Li Shuxian arranged for a Qi Condensation Realm cultivator to set a trap for Chen Feng with the intention of killing him completely. Under normal circumstances, a Qi Condensation Realm cultivator would be more than capable of killing a Qi Refining Realm cultivator, and it would even be like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

But Chen Feng didn't die.

That would be a serious matter. Li Shuxian would definitely break off all pretense of civility and mobilize all his connections to target Chen Feng.

Pingcheng is still safe at present.

It was just the calm before the storm.

"You have two choices: go north or go south."

Zhou Bingzhong slowly said, "If you go north, I can write you a letter of recommendation so you can join the army. I have some old friends in the military who can help you out."

"As for heading south... there is another force in southern Jiangzhou, backed by the imperial court, controlling maritime transport, and hostile to the Canal Gang. Although there is no Grandmaster there, the Canal Gang's reach cannot extend there for the time being, which is also a way out."

Chen Feng lowered his head in deep thought.

Joining the army at this critical juncture, not to mention the restriction of his freedom, as far as he knew, the fighting in the north was fierce, and he might end up on the front lines as soon as he joined.

Moreover, going north would mean venturing deep into the territory of the Grand Canal gangs, which is inappropriate.

Chen Feng was about to speak.

Zhou Bingzhong stopped him, then stuffed a letter into Chen Feng's arms: "Think it through yourself. I don't want to know. I'm only responsible for writing your recommendation letter; the rest is none of my business."

Chen Feng's expression was complicated.

He accepted the letter and nodded.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

"Tomorrow? There's no need to rush." ​​Zhou Bingzhong raised an eyebrow. "I reckon the news hasn't spread far yet, and your enemy has only just set off. There's still time."

Chen Feng was taken aback: "In time for what?"

"Come with me."

Zhou Bingzhong turned and strode forward, Chen Feng quickly followed, and the two crossed the courtyard and entered the main hall deep inside the martial arts school.

The main hall is rarely open and is usually locked, but today it was unusually open.

The hall was completely quiet at this moment, a stark contrast to the noisy disciples in the martial arts arena outside.

The hall was solemn and elegant, with a portrait of the Martial Saint hanging in the center. Incense was burning lightly on the table, and smoke curled up. Several solid wood chairs were placed around it.

But the most eye-catching one.

It was a large vat in the center of the hall, which seemed out of place with the decorations in the hall.

Zhou Bingzhong walked to the table in the hall, waved for Chen Feng to step forward, and said in a deep voice, "Today I will teach you the cultivation method for the Qi Condensation Realm..."

Chen Feng's eyes lit up.

Zhou Bingzhong then recounted the story orally, and Chen Feng listened and took notes, quickly memorizing it.

"Did you remember that?"

"Understood."

Chen Feng responded, but his brows furrowed, because what his master said was simply the route of qi and blood circulation, and there was nothing special about it.

Even the system didn't respond.

"Okay, let's strive for a breakthrough."

breakthrough?!

Chen Feng's eyes widened: "Break through now? Isn't that too rushed? I've only just reached the peak of the Qi Refining Realm."

He originally thought his master was going to teach him advanced techniques for the Qi Condensation Realm, but he didn't expect his master to help him break through.

Zhou Bingzhong shook his head.

"Now that you have reached perfection, it means that this is the peak of your strength. Your spirit, blood, and energy are all at their peak. There is no need to wait any longer."

"I've seen many people who hesitate and look back, always thinking they should wait and wait, and in the end, they waste half their lives without ever taking that first step."

Since Master has said so, how could Chen Feng be such an indecisive person?

"Alright! Please help me, Master!"

Zhou Bingzhong nodded and continued, "Qi and blood, muscles and bones, internal organs—the three realms of a martial artist. Long periods of training are all preparation for this moment..."

As he spoke, he reached into a hidden compartment on the table and took out a wooden box wrapped in black silk cloth. He slowly unwrapped the cloth, took out the wooden box, and opened it to reveal the bottles and jars inside.

Chen Feng had a bad feeling.

The next moment, Zhou Bingzhong pointed to the large vat in the hall and said, "Take off your clothes and go inside."

Chen Feng: "!!!"

Although shocked, Chen Feng obediently did as instructed, took off his clothes, turned over and entered the vat, sitting cross-legged inside.

"But there's no water, Master."

As Chen Feng asked, he curiously tapped the large vat beneath him, finding it incredibly hard and wondering what material it was made of, though its weight must be terrifying.

The next moment, heavy footsteps came from outside the hall. Chen Feng turned his head and saw his second senior brother, Yao Xingzhi, walking in with a grin on his face, carrying two buckets of boiling water.

"Don't move around, sit still, and follow the instructions to circulate your Qi and blood." Zhou Bingzhong took out the bottles and jars from the wooden box and placed them beside him, ready to use at any time.

"It might hurt a little, you have to bear with it."

Chen Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

next moment.

Yao Xingzhi then poured all the water he had carried into the large vat.

"Hiss~ Ahhh!!"

Zhou Bingzhong frowned. "I haven't even added the medicine yet, what are you yelling for?"

"It's... a little hot..."

Chen Feng endured the burning pain, thinking that this was also one of the steps to a breakthrough.

Yao Xingzhi scratched his head: "Sorry, junior brother, I forgot that this was freshly boiled water. I should have let it cool down a bit before adding it."

Chen Feng: "..."

Zhou Bingzhong: "..."