Even in his twilight years, he swept through the chaotic army of ten thousand warriors!

He had barely taken a step when he saw Li Juyao and Wang Long, two flag officers, rushing to the scene in a flurry, their clothes not even properly on.

Li Juyao immediately smacked Zhou Pangzi on the back of the head.

"Fatty Zhou, didn't you say they were all ugly ducklings...?"

Before he could even take his hand down, his eyes went blank.

"You've raised a..."

"No, you're not that good, old man!"

Li Juyao was absolutely certain, but he immediately sensed it.

"His thoughts flowed like a boiling spring..."

Zhou Cheng nodded helplessly, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and murmured.

"I didn't come here for a single day; he figured out a breathing technique on his own..."

"Who can I complain to about this?"

It's not just about creating something yourself...

As banner officers, their vision was far broader than that of ordinary people.

Even though Ji Yan's performance in this feat wasn't exactly masterful, it was already clear that he was a cut above the rest...

And breathing...

It's unique! And even stronger!

When the thought popped into his head, Li Juyao was startled by his own idea.

As is widely known, this skill originated from Taizu Changquan, which was created by Taizu, the founding emperor of the Great Jing Dynasty.

Doesn't this mean...?

Ji Yan is even more... than that great and illustrious founding emperor...

It should be noted that even today, though the Great Jing Dynasty is riddled with problems, and the people curse the officials, the emperor, and the current situation, no one has ever said a bad word about the founding emperor.

A peerless ruler who, starting as a beggar, carved out a path to survival for the people of the world amidst the hellish conditions of the previous dynasty.

Li Juyao shook his head violently, as if trying to shake off this absurd idea.

But in any case...

"Fatty Zhou, next time it's my treat, don't try to take the person from me..."

The flag officers took turns training the new recruits, but there was an unwritten rule.

Whoever transmits the breathing technique is their soldier.

The old man has figured it out on his own, but Zhou Cheng didn't pass it on...

That means it depends on who Ji Yan chooses!

That fat bastard Zhou Cheng trained the soldiers for three days. One day he was lazy and loafing around, and the other day he simply disappeared. He probably didn't even give this old soldier a second glance. It's no wonder he couldn't possibly have a good impression of him.

And so, his opportunity came!

In the current situation, who wouldn't want a brilliant new recruit to lead them to success, preferably a peerless genius like Mo Shenzong?

But most of the time no one says it out loud, otherwise their colleagues will ask them how high their pillow is when they sleep.

He had asked Liu Zhe about something similar before. Liu Zhe came from the county town and had a broad perspective; he might be able to see things that they couldn't.

Once he says "good talent," then it's up to each individual to rely on their own abilities.

But now it seems his judgment was just so-so!

"fart!"

For a moment, Wang Long's mind also became active.

"That depends on whether he's willing to be with you. You've squandered your family's fortune on drinking and womanizing; what good will it do you to be with him?"

Zhou Cheng forced an awkward smile. "You two shouldn't have thought this through before you started arguing."

"The older you get, the harder it is to cultivate your Qi and blood. At this age, I reckon..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Juyao rolled his eyes right in his face.

There was nothing Zhou Cheng could do; he wanted to treat them both like idiots.

Who the hell cares about that these days!

This is a potentially more complete and profound breathing technique!

Whoever's soldiers are credited!

Does having Qi and blood matter...?

wrong!

Important! Extremely important!

Li Juyao's thoughts suddenly stopped, his pupils contracted sharply, and he stared intently at the center of the training ground.

But then Ji Yan appeared...

Ji Yan's thin figure moved faster and faster amidst the continuous drizzle!

It's not a brute force of speed, but a speed that resonates with the muscles and bones, a speed where blood and energy surge like a great river bursting its banks!

It was as if a savage dragon was inside him, devouring the awakened, boundless vitality.

But this withered body was finding it difficult to continue...

"then!"

Ji Yan was startled, only to see a wine jar wobbling and bumping into his arms.

"This is Yellow Deer Blood Wine, it's a real gem!"

Liu Zhe laughed heartily, truly enjoying himself.

He had originally planned to get some good things for Ji Yan to nourish him, so that he could cultivate his qi and blood as soon as possible.

But I just bought it and I've already run into this scene.

Could there be anything more awesome than this?

But Ji Yan didn't care about any of that at the moment, and seized the opportunity to slap the jar.

I gulped down most of it, and felt hot all over.

He unleashed all his strength without holding back!

A low whistling sound came from the air...

Every move he made was accompanied by wind and thunder!

Ji Yan could clearly feel it...

His heart was pounding wildly, as if something was urgently and desperately trying to burst out!

He was merely trying his best to invigorate his flesh and blood, frantically squeezing his heart dry...

Until his arms went numb, until the veins bulged, until his withered body seemed unable to move an inch more...

"come out!"

With a roar, Ji Yan unleashed his final strike, causing the bluestone to shatter inch by inch.

But finally...

A unique surge of hot blood flowed from an unknown source, rolling and surging throughout the body.

[Realm: Blood Refining]

Ji Yan had no time to look at the extra line of text on the Destiny Panel.

Unconsciously, he reached out, as if trying to grasp that wisp of hair.

"This...is qi and blood..."

At this moment, Ji Yan was only glad that the county government did not employ military soldiers.

It was clearly just a tiny sliver of blood, yet it swept over the area with the force of a raging torrent.

It washes over every withered meridian and every dormant acupoint!

It was a vitality bursting forth from the depths of one's bones, a surge of pure power that broke free from the shackles of the mundane world!

He used to think that he had four times the strength of an ordinary person, and that even the city's elite soldiers were no match for him.

But now I understand...

It is the difference between decaying vegetation and newly sprouted buds.

Only after crossing this step can the body truly be considered to have crawled out of the dust and mud...

"That's right, this is Qi and blood!"

Although Zhou Cheng was overweight, he was always the first to arrive when it came to actual matters.

He came forward with a smile, his large belly swaying back and forth, exuding a friendly aura.

If we hadn't witnessed his actions yesterday and the day before, it would be hard for anyone to mistake him for a friendly and approachable boss.

"I was just held up by something yesterday, but I never expected that Sanqi would suddenly have such a gem out of nowhere..."

"What a wonderful thing!!"

He familiarly stepped forward and reached out to put his arm around Ji Yan's shoulder.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, it was kicked away.

"Father-in-law! Congratulations!"

Li Juyao stood directly in front of Zhou Cheng, shrinking his body slightly as if afraid that Ji Yan wouldn't be able to see his smile clearly.

"But they say a great teacher produces great students, and even among all the banner officers, my skills are top-notch!"

"You've seen that fat guy, all he does is sleep and frequent brothels, he never does anything productive. Are you interested...?"

Wang Long pulled the two of them aside and spat at them fiercely.

"To cultivate one's Qi and Blood in three days—even a genius couldn't achieve that!"

"I might surpass you in just three days!"

"But as the saying goes, 'the poor study literature and the rich study martial arts,' geniuses are also the ones who lack resources the most."

"Although I am not very capable, I am quite wealthy..."