Ultimate True Lord

comfortable.

Jiang Ming looked at the Primal Furnace on the back of his left hand, feeling quite accomplished. He had enhanced both of the Red Sand Palm's basic enhancements three times.

Compared to before, it has undergone a complete transformation.

"My cultivation speed has increased by another 20%. I should have surpassed the formal disciples with above-average talent by now. I just wonder if I can match Fang Heng from before?"

He lowered his head and pondered for a while.

"They're probably neck and neck. Fang Heng's cultivation speed is significantly faster than the other formal disciples. After all, he's someone Master Liu has high hopes for. He may not be the best person, but his talent is undeniable."

Jiang Ming glanced at the black and gold text again, thinking to himself.

"My cultivation speed has doubled, which is already quite remarkable. It has directly allowed me, with my average to below-average aptitude, to leapfrog several levels in cultivation speed, placing me above most formal disciples."

He calmed himself down and was about to look away.

On the original furnace, a few characters suddenly flickered and blurred.

Enhancement 2: Speed ​​of practicing Red Sand Palm doubled! (Already at its limit)

Jiang Ming was slightly taken aback: "Three enhancements and you've already reached the limit? It's a pity, I was originally planning to continue enhancing it, three times, four times, or even more."

Of course, this was just a random thought he had.

The third enhancement to the Red Sand Palm training speed requires three martial arts manuals, and the amplification effect has been reduced to a 20% increase.

Further strengthening this would probably not be worthwhile.

Jiang Ming also needs to consider the situation carefully and allocate resources reasonably. Otherwise, focusing all his efforts on one enhancement would be a waste of resources.

He stood there, digesting the information for a moment, and then looked at the Primal Furnace for a while, wanting to see if there were any other changes.

Upon closer inspection, some discoveries were indeed made.

Jiang Ming saw that the black and gold Taotie pattern on the original furnace had not been completely consumed; half of the Taotie pattern remained at the edge.

In other words, strengthening the original furnace once does not burn all the accumulated essence and blood at once.

Instead, it ignites the required amount of essence blood for this enhancement. Sometimes, there may be residual essence blood.

"Fortunately, I consumed half a blood-nourishing herb, which increased my essence blood to a certain extent. Otherwise, the total amount of essence blood would probably not be enough to accelerate this cultivation."

Jiang Ming could sense that after taking the blood potion, the number of Taotie patterns added to the Primal Furnace was definitely more than half a pattern. If the increase from the blood potion was subtracted, his own accumulated essence blood would certainly not be enough.

White walls and courtyard.

After some research, Jiang Ming, fueled by his excitement, threw himself back into cultivation.

Even at dusk, when luxurious pleasure boats drifted by on the Mu River not far away, with beautiful women and playboys flirting and their decadent voices carried on the breeze, none of that could disturb him in the slightest.

……

……

Time flies, and more than a month has passed.

Jiang Ming's cultivation speed increased significantly, so he trained like crazy, filling his entire schedule to the brim.

In the morning, he went to the inner courtyard of the Red Sand Martial Arts School to spar with his fourth senior brother Liu Mao, Chen Yu, and others. In the afternoon, under the scorching sun, he repeatedly pushed his internal energy to hone his skills to achieve effortless weightlifting.

At night, fully armed, they would continuously hurl lime packets at various tricky angles at the mannequins in the courtyard, which served as simulated enemies. Interspersed among these were various hidden throwing knives, and occasionally a small meteor hammer would be drawn from their waist.

Jiang Ming is developing his own fighting style, which combines fierce and powerful frontal combat with formidable palm techniques, as well as a constant stream of underhanded tricks and hidden weapons. His style is a blend of overt and covert tactics, making his attacks unpredictable and difficult to anticipate.

However, such intense day and night training was so tedious and depressing that even Jiang Ming gradually found himself unable to endure it.

Early September, Fenghepu.

The night was dark and windy; the branches of the trees along the street rustled slightly in the wind. In one corner of the alley, piles of rotten vegetable leaves and black debris lay scattered about. There wasn't a single pedestrian on the street, and the doors and windows of every house were tightly shut.

Only occasionally, you can hear a cough or two.

"despair."

Suddenly, a dark figure stealthily jumped over the wall of a low-ceilinged courtyard. Its footsteps landed softly.

He looked up, revealing a sly, wicked grin. The thug from the Black Tile Gang, clutching the money pouch in his palm, weighed it in his hand for a few moments, quite satisfied.

This sum of money wasn't a large amount, but it represented the entire hope of Old Chen's family; it was intended to be used to treat their sick youngest son. However, he had been eyeing this money for some time now.

"What's the point of treating a sick child from a poor family? It's easier to let them die sooner rather than later. Consider it an act of kindness on my part to help you out."

The thug chuckled and muttered to himself as he walked forward.

"This paltry sum of money isn't even enough for me to go out drinking and carousing a few times."

He became increasingly smug, and his steps even seemed to float.

However, just as the thug turned the corner of the alley and took a few steps to the side, the thug...

A dark shadow suddenly darted out from the shadows, like a python pouncing on its prey, and dragged the person directly into the depths of the dark and narrow alley.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

Inside the alley, the sounds of beatings and muffled thuds of fists hitting flesh could be heard.

A few minutes later.

A tall, dark figure with blood on his hands slowly emerged from within. It was none other than Jiang Ming, who appeared completely relaxed.

Behind him, the thug from the Black Tile Gang, his face bruised and swollen, had been punched countless times and collapsed to the ground, unconscious from the humiliation.

"call……"

Jiang Ming slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and clenched his burning fist.

He felt much better after that beating.

The tedium and boredom accumulated during daily practice, along with the distorted and high-pressure emotions, were all released at once just now.

Now, he feels much better, as if he's floating on air.

This is the method Jiang Ming came up with to alleviate his gradually distorted mentality.

Black eat black!

He couldn't just randomly beat people up on the street; that would attract a lot of attention and wouldn't be very effective. It's better to target thugs from gangs, who are mostly young and strong, more resilient, and he wouldn't feel guilty about beating them.

For the past month or so, Jiang Ming would sometimes get so frustrated with practicing martial arts during the day that he would go out hunting at night.

Find a thug who's always loitering around on the street and beat him up.

This way of venting was far more effective for him than going to pleasure boats or casinos for entertainment.

Often, the next day, one's spirits are refreshed, allowing one to fully immerse oneself in cultivation with a joyful mind and body.

At the alley entrance, under the moonlight.

Jiang Ming cracked his thick neck, a hint of lingering satisfaction on his face. He strode away, and through the hazy shadows, it looked as if he were moving his arms and legs in unison.

"call out!"

A money bag flew out of the darkness, arced through the air, and landed right in Old Chen's low courtyard.