Martial arts immortality begins with upgrading buildings.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Chen, on breaking through to the External Strength realm!"

In the outer courtyard, many apprentices gathered around, offering their respectful congratulations to Chen Qing.

Once you enter the world of martial arts, your status will be completely different.

Even though Chen Qing is still a porter, he can join a powerful force at any time and earn generous rewards if he wants.

"Ah Qing, wait for me in the inner courtyard. In another half month, I'll be able to fully cultivate my Qi and blood and break through to the external strength stage!"

Although Wu Shun was very envious, Chen Qing's breakthrough also gave him more confidence.

If Chen Qing can do it, he certainly can too, even though they both have inferior physiques!

"Shunzi, good luck!"

Chen Qing patted Wu Shun on the shoulder.

At this moment, Guo Hong walked out of the corridor and came to Chen Qing. A kind smile appeared on his usually indifferent face.

"Junior Brother Chen, Master said that starting tomorrow, you will go to the inner courtyard to practice your skills."

Chen Qing nodded, her heart filled with anticipation.

Once you reach the inner courtyard, you can learn Wujiquan, a real skill used for combat.

Unlike Wuji stance, which can only cultivate qi and blood and improve physical fitness, it cannot be used in actual combat.

After Guo Hong left, Chen Qing finally had time to look at his personal panel.

Name: Chen Qing

[Occupation: Martial Artist]

[Realm: Body Refinement Realm (External Strength 0/500)]

[Skills: Eight-Section Brocade (125/500 breakthroughs in one attempt), Wuji Stance (0/500 breakthroughs in one attempt)]

[Talents: Critical Strike, Repair, Blood Clot]

"From this perspective, external strength, internal strength, and transforming strength all belong to the body refining realm. I wonder what realms exist above these."

Chen Qing felt a surge of emotion, then looked at the Wuji Stance and the Talent section.

"Breaking through the Wuji stance limit, I have indeed gained talent."

Chen Qing's eyes lit up, and he quickly looked at the Blood Coagulation talent.

[Blood Clotting: Extreme compression of blood and qi to solidify it and allow for free control]

"This talent seems quite strong, but I wonder how effective it will actually be."

Chen Qing frowned slightly, feeling somewhat uncertain.

So he stretched out his right hand and used his Blood Coagulation talent to gather and compress the hundreds of strands of blood and qi in his body into his palm.

When he compressed his qi and blood to the extreme, he saw a scarlet granule the size of a soybean appear in the palm of his hand.

Chen Qing stared at the blood-red granule in his palm, a thought flashing through his mind.

The particle suddenly elongated, transforming into a blood-red needle as thin as a cow's hair.

He pressed down again, and the long needle collapsed, becoming as flat as paper, its edges as sharp as a newly sharpened blade.

The only thing that he felt was somewhat unsatisfactory was that no matter what shape it took, the Qi and blood had to be connected to the body and could not leave the body.

Otherwise, it will simply dissipate.

Chen Qing concentrated his qi and blood at his fingertips and pressed them onto his nail bed, making it look like the sharp claw of a ferocious beast.

He lightly scratched the thumbnail of his other hand with the blood-red fingernail.

Without feeling any resistance, the nail was easily cut open, the cut surface as smooth as if it had been finely sanded.

His eyes lit up, and he squatted down again, forcefully scratching the bluestone floor.

Although it wasn't smooth, it still managed to carve out a shallow opening.

"This level of sharpness is no less than that of an ordinary dagger."

A look of surprise flashed in Chen Qing's eyes.

His thoughts changed again, and the blood blade quickly transformed into a piece of armor the size of a silver coin.

Pressing down with all my might, it didn't deform at all.

"It can be used as a blade for offense and a shield for defense. This Blood Coagulation talent is even stronger than I imagined!"

Chen Qing clenched his fist, and the thin, round disc quickly dissipated and merged into his body.

Imagine that when he fights his enemy, he may appear to be unarmed, but a sharp blade could emerge from any part of his body at any time and stab at the enemy's vitals.

In this situation, who can prevent it?

When faced with enemy attacks, he can also transform his vital energy into armor plates at any time to block the attack.

With this talent, he essentially has a weapon that can be used for both offense and defense!

This directly boosted his combat power several times over.

"I was originally planning to build a weapon when I had the money, but now I can save that expense."

As Chen Qing pondered this, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

After testing his talent, he couldn't wait to start practicing the Wuji stance.

After all, the more vital energy a weapon has, the more effective it becomes.

When he can create a full-body armor of qi and blood to cover his entire body, who can hurt him?

Chen Qing calmed his mind and slowly assumed a fighting stance.

An afternoon passed quickly.

As evening fell, Chen Qing left the boxing club and returned to his shack.

Just as we were about to reach the dock, we suddenly noticed a person standing in the middle of the road ahead.

The man was standing with his back to the setting sun, his tall figure and black outfit swaying slightly in the evening breeze.

Chen Qing paused, squinted, and looked closely.

The man was about thirty years old, with a thin face, high cheekbones, and long, cold eyes, like a falcon eyeing its prey.

He had a broad-bladed short knife slung across his waist. The scabbard was black, and there were faint dark marks on the hilt, not rust, but more like long-dried bloodstains.

He crossed his arms, his thumbs lightly rubbing the hilt of the knife, a faint smile playing on his lips, and a hint of nonchalant cruelty in his eyes.

"Chen Qing?"

He spoke, his voice low and deep.

Chen Qing didn't answer, but stopped walking and secretly tensed all the muscles in his body.

The man seemed unconcerned about Chen Qing's answer and continued, "Someone is offering two hundred silver dollars to take your life."

He slowly loosened his arms from his chest, his right hand resting on the hilt of his knife. "My name is Chen Kui. Don't blame me if you die. Blame yourself for offending the wrong person."

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint smell of blood emanated from him.

That's the aura of someone who has fought demons for years and whose hands are stained with blood.

Chen Qing's heart skipped a beat. Without saying a word, he turned and ran, covering more than ten steps in a few leaps.

However, before he could run far, he heard a series of hurried footsteps behind him. The sound grew louder and louder as it approached.

"Hmph, run?"

A dark shadow swept overhead, and Chen Kui, moving like the wind, landed lightly in front of Chen Qing, blocking his path.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, as if he had just been strolling leisurely.

"Don't even think about running away from me, Chen Kui, the Wind God Leg. You can't escape."

Chen Qing stopped in his tracks, his chest heaving violently, a flicker of fear in his eyes.

He knew he couldn't outrun them, his mind raced, but a look of fear appeared on his face.

"Brother Chen... Brother Chen Kui, let's talk this out. Others offer two hundred silver dollars to save my life, I'll offer five hundred silver dollars to save mine, how about that?"

Chen Qing's voice trembled, and she looked ingratiating.

Upon hearing this, Chen Kui's lips curled into a cold smile: "Don't think I don't know you're just a dockworker, where would you get five hundred silver dollars?"

"My uncle is from the Liu family in the city! His name is Liu Jingheng!"

Chen Qing quickly said, "He just gave me five hundred banknotes for the shop; I'll give them to you now!"

As he spoke, Chen Qing hurriedly reached into his clothes and took out the few silver dollars he had earned from selling eggs during this period from the meditation room. He walked shakily to Chen Kui.

"Take these silver dollars first. I also have five hundred banknotes on me, which I'll give to you now."

He stuffed the silver dollar into Chen Kui's hand, then continued to rummage around in his pocket.

In reality, his consciousness had already sunk into the spirit beast circle in his mind, and he took out a handful of stone powder that an old hen ate with chicken feed and held it in his hand.

When he stretched out his hand again, Chen Kuizhen thought he had taken the banknotes and subconsciously reached out to take them.

Just then, Chen Qing suddenly raised his right hand and threw a handful of stone powder towards Chen Kui's eyes.