From the Iron Shirt Technique to physical sanctification

Ouyang Rujing stayed in Cangmang City and did not return to the capital of the Great Chu Kingdom. There were some things she had not thought through and needed some time to calm down.

The next morning, when Zhang Yu was instructing Wen Hua and Li Yue on cultivation, Niu Mancang also arrived and raised his own questions.

"Master, I want to learn a movement technique. Even though Ouyang Rujing can't beat me, I can't catch her because her movement technique is so advanced. So I have a lot of strength but I can't do anything to her."

He and Ouyang Rujing talked and thought all the way.

Zhang Yu had long planned for Niu Mancang's training, and said calmly, "Mancang, you are not suited to training lightness skills."

"You follow the hard-style kung fu, where all of your 600-plus pounds of weight is compressed into your bones, like a small mountain. You can't expect a small mountain to have both weight and the ability to move swiftly."

"Nothing in this world is perfect. If you want to gain something, you have to give up something else." Zhang Yu's expression was very serious.

Niu Mancang, who was in his thirties, listened to Zhang Yu's words. Although he didn't quite understand them, he felt that they made a lot of sense.

Having spent a lot of time with Zhang Yu, he naturally overlooked Zhang Yu's age and youthful face, because deep down Niu Mancang felt that his master Zhang Yu knew more than him.

There was even a moment when he, like Ouyang Rujing, felt that Zhang Yu might be an old monster who had reversed his aging process.

"Master, what should I do if I encounter an opponent like Ouyang Rujing in the future?" Niu Mancang asked.

"It's very simple. Play to your strengths. Your master has already planned out your path of cultivation," Zhang Yu said.

After he used the true essence of martial arts to assist Wen Hua and Li Yue in their cultivation, he began to teach Niu Mancang.

"Full capacity, your advantage is invincible defense, so when others attack you, you don't need to focus on defense. You only need to do one thing: seize the opponent."

"Master, let me teach you a move called 'Bear Hug and Python somersault,' watch carefully."

Zhang Yu found a sandbag as tall as a person, then suddenly took a step forward, bent down and hugged the sandbag, then leaned back and forcefully flipped the sandbag 180 degrees and slammed it to the ground.

"Did you understand?"

"Hmm!" Niu Mancang nodded.

"A bear hug has both impact and the tightening force of a bear hug. When you do a python flip, you need the power to smash your opponent into the ground." Zhang Yu continued to explain the artistic conception and power flow of this move.

That afternoon, Niu Mancang began to make contact, but instead of sandbags, he used a ten-thousand-jin black iron pillar.

He was about two zhang away from the ten-thousand-jin black iron pillar when he suddenly took a step, each step covering more than one zhang. Then he bent down and rammed into the black iron pillar, simultaneously grabbing it tightly with both hands.

With a powerful swing of his arms, Niu Mancang delivered a back throw to the massive iron pillar.

Uh...

boom!

The ground trembled.

The black iron pillar drew a 180-degree arc in the air before crashing heavily into the ground.

Zhang Yu was taking a nap on a recliner when suddenly the ground shook, and he was thrown off the recliner.

"Niu Mancang, you get the hell out of here and practice somewhere else!"

"Oh, okay, Master, hehe!" Niu Mancang scratched his head, chuckled, and walked away carrying the ten-thousand-pound Xuan Iron Pillar.

"Go to the mountains and train. Twenty thousand times a day, no, thirty thousand times. Don't come back until you finish!" Zhang Yu roared.

"Yes, Master!"

"And you two, what are you looking at? Keep practicing! Wen Hua, don't even think about going out to drink and play with your brothers until you've mastered internal strength!" Zhang Yu turned and yelled at Wen Hua and Li Yue.

Wen Hua's righteous and chivalrous nature meant that he was always surrounded by a group of brothers. In the six months he served as the deputy gang leader, he had become brothers with almost every one of the gang members, and they were always having drinking parties.

"Li Yue, stop thinking about how to cook. Put all your energy into practicing Qingfeng Stance and Qingfeng Step." Zhang Yu glared at Li Yue again.

Li Yue became obsessed with cooking. She used her hard-earned talent to cook and developed many delicious dishes.

When Yan Dao entered the room, he heard Zhang Yu scolding Wen Hua and Li Yue, and felt a pang of envy.

Yes, I'm just envious.

Zhang Yu had witnessed Wen Hua and Li Yue's instruction over the past two months, assisting them in their cultivation with the true essence of martial arts every day, and showering them with various pills and body-tempering ointments without hesitation.

"I'm so envious. I wish someone would treat me this well."

Yan Dao sighed inwardly.

He walked up to Zhang Yu, bowed, and said, "Chief, more and more Ghost Alliance herb gatherers are secretly selling medicinal herbs to us. There have been several clashes between our men and the Ghost Alliance. They have a lot of complaints about us now."

Zhang Yu glanced at Yan Dao: "If anyone in the Ghost Alliance has a problem with this, let them come to me. You must guarantee the safety of us herb gatherers. Anyone who dares to secretly interfere, cut off their hand. Understand?"

"Understood!" Yan Dao nodded in response.

"Go ahead and get busy."

Wen Hua was confined to the courtyard by Zhang Yu to cultivate all day long, while the Black Tiger Gang was now managed by Yan Dao.

Yan Dao didn't leave, his expression showing a hint of something he wanted to say but couldn't.

"Is there anything else?" Zhang Yu glanced at him.

"Boss, I've been a member of the Black Tiger Gang for almost three months now. Didn't you say that as long as I work hard, you would help me reach the Transformation Realm, or even become a Sword King in the True Qi Realm?" Yan Dao said weakly.

Zhang Yu looked at Yan Dao. A month ago, he took Chu Qingwen as his disciple. At the time, he was thinking about whether to take Yan Dao as well, but in the end, he decided to test him again.

Name: Yan Dao

【Berserker's Body (Unawakened)】

"You have the potential to become the Sword King, but why should I train you?" Zhang Yu said indifferently.

Yan Dao knelt on one knee: "Yan Dao is willing to die for the gang leader!"

"Heh, you better keep the Black Tiger Gang in check for me, and stop thinking about all sorts of things. Get lost," Zhang Yu said, then ignored Yan Dao.

Yan Daoshuang's mediocre cultivation aptitude and comprehension, coupled with his unawakened Mad Blade Battle Body, make him nothing but trash and waste to others, utterly worthless.

Only in his hands can one become a dazzling genius.

But why would he want to cultivate such a person? Especially someone with a selfish destiny.

Zhang Yu also considered Yan Dao's situation. People with such a selfish destiny could only be subdued by force.

He first tempered her temper. On a day when he was in a good mood, he accepted her. In fact, he had already secretly asked Chu Qingwen to slowly purchase the medicinal materials to awaken the Mad Blade Battle Body.

Yan Dao left dejectedly.

During this time, no one was actually watching him. He tried several times to leave Cangmang City quietly, not wanting to work for Zhang Yu anymore.

But what Zhang Yu said that day kept echoing in his mind.

Zhang Yu accurately described his feelings and pain during practice, which means that the other party saw through his problems.

Yan Dao was certain that Zhang Yu had a way to solve his physical problems, but the other party just wouldn't say, and he was getting anxious.

Every day when he practiced his sword, he had a feeling that as long as he could see what was behind that fog, his future path in martial arts would be smooth sailing.

Becoming the True Qi Blade King is not a dream.

The more this happened, the more anxious he became, but Zhang Yu never gave him a second glance.

"Hmph, just you wait. Once I become the Sword King, I'll kill you with a single strike." Yan Dao grew angrier the more he thought about it, and muttered to himself involuntarily.

Uh...

boom!

Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet trembled, and he saw Niu Mancang, who looked like a ferocious beast, carrying a ten-thousand-pound piece of black iron and throwing it over his back.

Step forward, impact, bear hug, back throw.

Niu Mancang mechanically repeated these four movements, he was very focused, even more focused than before.

"How could I have accidentally blurted out my true feelings?" Yan Dao was startled when he saw Niu Mancang. "He probably didn't hear me, did he?"

"They probably can't hear it from this far away. I need to be more careful in the future," Yan Dao warned himself silently.

He looked at the ferocious-looking Niu Mancang and felt very scared.

Not long after Yan Dao left, Ouyang Rujing appeared near Niu Mancang's training area. He frowned slightly as he watched Niu Mancang endlessly repeating the same monotonous movements like a wooden puppet, and asked, "Niu Mancang, is this the move your little master taught you?"

"It's too simple, what's the point?"

"With your slow movements, how can you catch me?"

Niu Mancang ignored him and didn't speak, continuing to focus on the connection. Zhang Yu told him to practice 30,000 times a day, so he practiced 40,000 times, practicing almost from day to night, sleeping only an hour and a half a day.

Every day, Ouyang Rujing would come to watch Niu Mancang practice his martial arts, and then make a few sarcastic remarks. A month passed like this.

With 40,000 practice sessions a day, Niu Mancang practiced 1.2 million times in a month.

A simple, monotonous movement, when repeated over a million times, suddenly takes on a certain charm.

Niu Mancang's forward thrusts became faster and faster. Although he was heavy, his explosive speed was extremely fast.

The bear hug after the impact, with both arms wrapped around each other, seemed to compress and deform the surrounding air.

Then the giant python flipped over and slammed the ten-foot-tall, ten-thousand-pound black iron pillar into the ground, with only three feet of its length protruding above the surface.

Ouyang Rujing became increasingly alarmed as she looked at the scene.

He realized that if Niu Mancang had known this move a month ago and had the speed he has now, she might have been caught off guard, and if she had been caught, she would have had virtually no chance of survival.

"How could that boy turn something rotten into something magical?" Ouyang Rujing asked in surprise.

At first, she wasn't optimistic about this simple action; it was monotonous and lacked any variation. But now... she was actually a little scared and didn't want to get close to Niu Mancang at all.

There was a sense of danger.

Chirp chirp...

An unidentified large bird flew over from the sky. Ouyang Rujing looked up, then took out a bamboo whistle and blew it. The bird landed on her shoulder.

This is their town's messenger bird.

She took out the letter from the bird's leg, glanced at it, and her expression changed drastically.

The next second, she hurriedly returned to her rented house, rode a fast horse, and left Cangmang City.

Niu Mancang, who was practicing his martial arts in the distance, glanced at Ouyang Rujing as she walked away and sighed, "That woman is finally gone."

After saying that, he continued practicing the simple and monotonous set of movements: impact, bear hug, and python flip.

The more he practiced, the more he felt it suited him, and the more he could feel the inner charm.

He likes things that are simple, direct, and straightforward, without any beating around the bush.

Just like his current state of mind.

……

On the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Mountains, in a valley, the Ghost Alliance's medicine slaves were secretly selling the herbs they had gathered to the Black Tiger Gang's herb gatherers.

They were making a transaction when a Dark Strength Hall Master from the Ghost Alliance suddenly appeared in the valley with a dozen or so people.

"You audacious drug slave, daring to engage in private transactions, you're courting death!" Chen Lie roared.

In the past month, the Ghost Alliance has received fewer and fewer medicinal herbs, and the Ye family has begun to feel dissatisfied.

Mo Laogui then had Chen Lie and his men secretly keep an eye on the drug slaves, and eventually discovered the location of their private transaction.

Pfft! Pfft...

With a flash of light, several of the Ghost Alliance's drug slaves were instantly killed, while the others screamed and scattered in all directions.

However, the herb gatherers from the Black Tiger Gang appeared quite calm, because Yan Dao and a group of people were right next to them.

During this period, Yan Dao was very responsible and provided excellent protection for the herb gatherers, which gave them a great sense of security.

The Black Tiger Gang split into twenty martial arts teams to go into the mountains to protect their safety. This valley where they traded privately was always guarded.

"Chen Lie, tell your men to be careful not to hurt any of our Black Tiger Gang's herb gatherers. Anyone who dares to harm one of our people will die!" Dao Yan said coldly.

"Yan Dao, your Black Tiger Gang is going too far!" Chen Lie roared, glaring fiercely at Yan Dao.

"So what if you go too far? You want to fight me with a knife? Are you even qualified?" Yan Dao stared at Chen Lie with disdain.

He was at the half-step Transformation Realm, unable to defeat Niu Mancang and Zhang Yu, but defeating Chen Lie, a Dark Force martial artist, was a piece of cake.

Chen Lie pulled the knife out halfway, then shoved it back in fiercely.

Knowing he was no match for Yan Dao, he took his anger out on the Ghost Alliance's drug slaves, and screams echoed throughout the valley.

"Elder, shouldn't we do something about this?" A member of the Black Tiger Gang, feeling a little sorry for Yan Dao, asked him in a low voice.

"The leader said that we should only take care of our own herb gatherers and not concern ourselves with anything else," Yan Dao said.

That very night, a major event occurred in Cangmang City.

Tens of thousands of Ghost Alliance medicine slaves came to Zhang Yu's courtyard, knelt down and kowtowed, requesting to become herb gatherers for the Black Tiger Gang.

During the day, Chen Lie killed over a hundred drug slaves as a warning to others, which immediately aroused public outrage.

In the past, they wouldn't have dared to resist, believing that this was their fate.

But now, they saw the lives of the Black Tiger Gang's herb gatherers. After three months, all the Black Tiger Gang's herb gatherers had transformed from pale and emaciated, starving individuals into radiant individuals with glowing eyes and a renewed hope for life.

The cheerful voices of children rang out from the Black Tiger Gang's herb gatherers' side, while the Ghost Alliance's herb slaves remained lifeless.

"They also wanted to live the life of the Black Tiger Gang's herb gatherers. They were also herb gatherers, so why could they live so well while they continued to be exploited and enslaved by the Ghost Alliance?"

The idea of ​​rebellion took root in their hearts, and the valley murder became the fuse, igniting the suppressed flames within them.

Tens of thousands of medicine slaves from the Ghost Alliance united. Knowing they couldn't fight the Ghost Alliance, they knelt down in front of Zhang Yu's courtyard to petition.

Because the herb gatherers of the Black Tiger Gang all said that Zhang Yu was a reincarnation of a living bodhisattva, who saved them from suffering and was compassionate, and so on.

Zhang Yu was having dinner with his disciples when Li Yue invented a dish called Crystal Meat. Using second-tier monster meat as the main ingredient, it was cooked until it was crystal clear and melted in the mouth, much tastier than the boiled monster meat they had eaten before.

Zhang Yu ate several pieces, and after he put down his chopsticks, Niu Mancang and the others immediately snatched up the remaining pieces.

"It's delicious, Senior Sister. Cook it again tomorrow," Niu Mancang said.

"Okay, go hunt a third-tier demon bear in the mountains for me tomorrow, and I'll continue," Li Yue said.

"No problem," Niu Mancang said, patting his chest.