Gou Zai Wudao Shi Lian Shen

After settling down in the herb garden, Lu Chen led a very regular daily life.

In the morning, I took a Blood Qi Powder and practiced the Panlong Stance to refine its medicinal power; in the afternoon, I practiced the Azure Dragon Through-the-Arm Fist to improve my boxing skills; in the evening, I practiced the Golden Ape Piercing Through-the-Forest Leg in the snowy forest; at night, I took a medicinal bath and then used the Panlong Stance to gather my Qi and blood.

Others might find this kind of life boring, but Lu Chen found it delightful.

Because every drop of sweat is worthwhile.

Each Blood Qi Powder is transforming into real blood and qi in his body.

Every punch he throws, every stance he takes, makes him stronger than he was yesterday.

In this chaotic world, every bit of strength gives you more confidence to survive.

It also increases the possibility of taking one's life into one's own hands.

Half a month passed quickly, and a heavy snowfall blocked the mountain pass.

Outside the herb garden, the mountains and forests were a vast expanse of white, and the mountain path in the distance was long since obscured. The fierce wind whipped up snowflakes that lashed against the wooden walls, making a crackling sound like countless tiny knives scraping across them.

Most people in the herb garden hid indoors to warm themselves by the fire.

A brazier sat in the center of the dining hall, the charcoal glowing red. Several martial arts guards sat around it, holding hot soup in their hands and breathing out white steam.

Han Dashi, wearing a thick cotton-padded coat, peeked out the window and said, "In this awful weather, even if wolves came, we'd all freeze to death."

Soon, his gaze fell on the center of the herb garden.

Amidst the wind and snow, a figure stood in an open space.

It was Lu Chen.

He was dressed only in a tight-fitting outfit, his feet treading on the snow, his waist and hips lowered, and his arms moving slowly as he practiced the Panlong stance again and again.

Snow fell on his shoulders, accumulating into a thin layer before being melted into water droplets by the heat surging from his body. Before the water droplets could even slide down his clothes, they were evaporated into wisps of white steam, swirling around him.

From a distance, Lu Chen looked as if he were standing in a cloud of white mist.

Despite the howling wind and snow, he remained unmoved.

Han Dashi was speechless with astonishment.

"Chief Wang, Lu Chen has been practicing all morning, hasn't he?"

Wang Zhongzheng was sharpening his knife by the brazier. Hearing this, he didn't even look up and simply replied, "Hmm."

Han Dashi glanced outside again and couldn't help but ask, "Isn't he tired?"

Wang Zhong stopped sharpening the knife and looked up at him.

"A martial artist who has reached the Lesser Completion stage has their own internal circulation of Qi and blood, which is fully developed. Their endurance and recovery ability far surpass those of you beginner martial artists."

"Practicing for a morning is nothing!"

"I could endure running on mountain trails for three days and three nights!"

Han Dashi looked at Wang Zhong and said cheekily, "Boss, I've never seen you practice martial arts like Lu Chen before?"

Wang Zhong's expression stiffened slightly, then he said sternly, "What do you know!"

"I have the responsibility of protecting the herb garden; how could I possibly have time to practice martial arts?"

He glared at Han Dashi and said, "Once the snow stops, you go patrol the north slope twice."

Han Dashi's face fell: "Yes, leader."

After Wang Zhong finished speaking, he continued to sharpen his knife.

But his gaze kept drifting out the window.

Lu Chen was still practicing his martial arts in the wind and snow.

again and again.

It was as if the cold, exhaustion, and loneliness outside could not shake him in the slightest.

Wang Zhong suddenly sighed softly.

When he was young, he had also practiced like Lu Chen.

I once thought I could climb all the way up, pass the Lesser Mastery of Blood Removal, rush to the Greater Mastery of Blood Removal, and even see the scenery at a higher level.

But even after years of hard work and practice, I haven't made much progress in middle age.

He no longer has much attachment to martial arts.

That initial ambition has eventually been worn down by the passage of time.

At this moment, he looked at Lu Chen with a somewhat complicated expression.

I do feel envious.

There was also a sense of relief.

More than anything, it's a feeling I can't quite put into words.

There are still people in this world rushing forward, to see the scenery he once wanted to see but could never see.

The wind and snow were howling outside.

Amidst the vast expanse of white snow, Lu Chen resembled a soaring dragon coiled among the mountains.

He couldn't hear the wind, nor felt the cold.

He was completely absorbed in his body.

Qi and blood flow like a stream, slowly circulating along the meridians, washing over the skin, flesh, tendons, and bones again and again. With each change in stance, the muscles subtly adjust, as if every inch of flesh and blood in the body is searching for the most suitable position.

Suddenly, Lu Chen stopped.

A transparent light screen suddenly appeared before my eyes:

[Panlong Stance Skill: Perfect]

【Characteristics: Coiled Dragon Body, Appearance of the Dragon Dissipates Force】

In an instant, countless experiences with stance training flooded into his mind.

He seemed to see a blue dragon coiled in a deep pool.

Giant waves crashed in, but the azure dragon remained unmoved.

As the rocks crashed down, the dragon's body spun slightly.

All the force of the impact was diverted through the gaps between the dragon scales, flowing into the deep water and eventually disappearing without a trace.

Lu Chen felt a moment of disorientation.

Immediately, an indescribable power arose from the depths, like an invisible hand, and began to reshape his muscles.

It wasn't a tearing pain.

Rather, it is an extremely deep, subtle, and heavy soreness.

His shoulders, back, waist, hips, legs, and arms—all the muscles were trembling slightly. The previously scattered muscle textures seemed to be rearranged, layered and interlocked, connecting with one another.

Lu Chen looked down at his arm.

There were no major changes on the surface of his skin, but he could clearly feel that the muscles all over his body were like overlapping dragon scales, loose on the outside but tight on the inside, soft yet resilient.

As the wind and snow lashed against his body, he could feel the subtle touch of each snowflake as it fell.

It felt as if my entire body had gained an extra layer of spiritual awareness.

Perceive the force with the precision of the smallest detail.

"Coiled Dragon Body, Appearing Dragon and Releasing Force..."

Lu Chen stared at the transparent light screen and saw that the progress column of the Panlong Stake technique had disappeared, replaced by the newly appeared technique characteristics.

When the Panlong Stance Kung Fu is practiced to perfection, it merges perfectly with his body, generating a unique martial art characteristic.

With his mind connected to the panel, Lu Chen instantly understood the function of this feature.

The moment the enemy's fists and feet touch the body, the stance training automatically generates a spiraling, wrapping force. It doesn't block directly, but rather twists and turns the enemy's force layer by layer, dissipating it into nothingness.

Like a pebble falling into a whirlpool, half of the impact is instantly neutralized.

Lu Chen's eyes lit up.

"It's like my muscles have an extra layer that helps absorb force."

In this way, he would have room to maneuver when facing a master with strong qi and blood, and would not be killed by the opponent with a single palm strike.

Its ability to withstand blows has been greatly improved.

Without much rest, Lu Chen continued practicing his boxing techniques.

His boxing skills are only a few points away from breaking through.

Lu Chen threw a punch, the force of which stirred up a large amount of snow. In the vast white snow curtain, it seemed as if a dragon was raising its head and breaking through the wind.

After several repetitions, the transparent light screen in front of Lu Chen changed again:

[Azure Dragon Tongbei Fist: Perfect]

【Special Feature: Azure Dragon's Might】

In an instant, countless insights into boxing techniques flooded into his mind.

Before Lu Chen's eyes, it was no longer a vast expanse of white snow, but a surging sea of ​​clouds. Deep within the sea of ​​clouds, a blue dragon, which had been coiled for a long time, suddenly opened its eyes.

His blood and qi surged suddenly.

It was as if a soaring dragon had awakened within him.

The force of the punch was like a dragon flowing through the body, moving along both arms, and finally plunging into the fist.

He instinctively threw a punch.

"hold head high!"

It sounded like a dragon's roar, exploding in the wind and snow!

The fist cleaved through the snow curtain, and the snowflakes in front of him suddenly exploded, leaving the onlookers hiding in the house stunned.