Becoming a Martial Saint: Starting with the Mountain-Breaking Fist

"Xuan'er, is that you back?"

"Mother, it's me! Look what good things I brought you!" Duan Xuan rushed into the house.

Then he took out a wad of cloth wrapped deep inside his clothes, which contained most of a white steamed bun that was emitting a faint warmth.

"Steamed bun?"

Duan Xuan nodded and gently pulled away the weeds and animal skin that his mother was sewing.

He stuffed the steamed bun into his mother's wrinkled hands.

"Mom, eat it while it's hot. This is from the martial arts school. Master Chen Feng has accepted me as a nominal disciple."

Duan Xuan originally wanted to bring the whole steamed bun back for his mother to eat, but after practicing standing meditation all afternoon, he was already exhausted, so he ate only half of it.

"Okay, okay!" Zhou Fang's eyes felt like they had sand in them, and she could barely open them.

When she opened her eyes again, tears welled up uncontrollably. Hearing this news made her happier than if she had bought ten furs.

She knew she couldn't help her son much, but she only hoped that he could achieve whatever he wanted to do and go wherever he wanted to go.

Having such a sensible child, and he just happens to be my son, is there anything more blissful in the world?

"Is there enough money for tuition?" Zhou Fang didn't rush to eat. She picked up the handkerchief next to her and wiped her son's face, which was covered in sticky sweat.

"Yes, that's enough. Master Chen Feng is a very nice person, and Senior Brother Zhang Chen is also very enthusiastic towards me."

"Mom, don't worry about anything. I'll bring you steamed buns every day!"

After saying this, Duan Xuan stood up, picked up a bow and arrow and a knife from the side, and was about to go out.

"Mom, eat quickly, or it will get cold. I'm going to the back mountain."

  

I set a few traps yesterday to see if there was any prey. I'll be back in a bit, don't worry.

Watching her son's departing figure, Zhou Fang felt a bittersweet feeling.

Her husband, Duan Jian, has been gone for three years, and her son has really grown up!

……

"The disciples who came today either have better physical constitution than me, or stronger qi and blood than me."

But as long as we proceed steadily and rely on the system, we won't fall too far behind them!

Duan Xuan had already made up his mind: he would practice at the martial arts school during the day and go hunting in the mountains at night.

He kept in mind what Master Chen Feng said today. Martial arts cultivation is about qi and blood, and qi and blood cannot be separated from replenishment, killing, and training.

The word "supplement" appears first, indicating that dietary supplementation is very important for qi and blood.

Senior Brother Zhang Chen also told him a lot about many tonics, but they were all expensive, and you need money to take them.

Duan Xuan is currently short of money, so hunting is essential; he wants to use these pelts to exchange for more money.

On one hand, he had to support his family, and on the other hand, he had to temporarily deal with the bandits. Finally, he was preparing for any future needs he might have.

"However, Senior Brother Zhang Chen also said that meat is the most natural supplement to qi and blood."

While not as valuable as expensive tonics, it is extremely useful in the early stages of martial arts training!

Soon, Duan Xuan found the six traps buried under the snow.

These traps are made of bamboo skewers and will close immediately once prey steps on them.

At best, it pierces the skin; at worst, it pierces tendons and shatters bones.

Two of the traps, tied to treetops, are designed to kill any prey that falls into them and struggles.

If a wild rabbit or deer steps into a trap and struggles on the spot, the trap can be pierced through its body in a flash.

He glanced cautiously at the snow-covered ground; the phrase "heavy snow has blocked the mountain pass" was no joke.

Especially in these deep canyons, the snow can be very thick.

In addition, due to the lack of sufficient sunlight, the melting process will take at least one to two months.

Therefore, distinguishing them requires extremely sharp eyesight.

"Oh, what a pity, only one gray rabbit caught again?"

After inspecting the six traps, only one trap had a catch; the grains in the others had all been eaten, but no one had taken the bait.

Duan Xuan frowned, took out his dagger, and quickly squatted down to reset the trap.

Finally, the two bamboo animal traps tightened again, and a few grains of rice were poured on them.

The two crossbow bolt traps were repositioned to expand the range of the animal traps below.

That's right, Duan Xuan is going to gamble big; it would be best if he could catch a deer next time he comes.

If you can't catch a deer, a badger, a pheasant, or a fox are also good options, especially a badger, as you can extract badger fat from it.

It can treat frostbite on the skin. Although the cold winter has passed, it does not mean that winter is over. There are still quite a few people suffering from frostbite.

He remembered that last year, he used a whole jar of badger oil and earned two hundred coins.

Having arranged everything, Duan Xuan carried the wild rabbit and hurried down the mountain. However, just as he reached the west end of the village, people dressed in wolf pack attire blocked his path.

"You bastard, you hunted those two white foxes within my Wolf Stronghold's mountain enclosure, didn't you? Who gave you the audacity?"

Two-Scarface, along with his two trusted henchmen, Jackal and Black Cat, intercepted seven or eight hunters.

The hunter, who had been smiling, froze upon seeing the group, as if he had encountered a jinx.

However, where there is controversy, there is resistance. The two sons of the Dai family disagreed with the gang and directly confronted them.

"We hunted these in the wild mountains; we've never been to the mountains of your Wolf Village!"

"You little brat, you dare challenge your master! Do you think I don't know whether there are white foxes in your desolate mountains? Kneel down!"

"I won't kneel! Last time, you said the deer at Uncle Li's house was from Wolf Village Mountain, so why is the white fox saying it's yours too? Look at this, I'm not convinced!"

Snapped!

The black cat's enormous paw came flying through the air. It was dressed in black, and in the darkness, the two sons of the Dai family couldn't even see it clearly before they were slammed to the ground.

"You bunch of pigs! We, the Wolf Stronghold, have shown you mercy by setting aside a mountain for you to live on, and instead of being grateful, you dare to talk back to us! You deserve a beating!"

As the last two words were uttered, the black cat crushed Dai Lao Er's neck as if it were an insect.

With a cracking sound, Dai Lao Er spat out a mouthful of blood. The black cat did not stop there.

Another hard kick, and Dai Lao Er's neck was crushed into thin skin.

"Second Brother! I'll fight you to the death!" Boss Dai pulled out his bamboo knife in a flash, about to stab Second Scar in the waist and abdomen.

Erbazi's lips curled slightly.

Before the sharp knife tip could pierce through, Chai Gou's fist came flying through the air, bang! Boss Dai's face was smashed to pieces.

Then came the brutal trampling by jackals and lynxes.

The beating lasted for six or seven minutes. The two brothers were unrecognizable, their bones almost completely broken. The surrounding hunters dared not speak out in their anger.

"Damn Wolf Village, those jackals and black cats are actually martial arts practitioners!" Although Duan Xuan had only just started learning martial arts today, he had observed how his fellow disciples and trainees behaved.

The two attacked ruthlessly, aiming straight for vital points.

Moreover, it was very skillful, clearly indicating that the practitioner had practiced certain techniques.

But compared to the robust Qi and blood in Senior Brother Zhang Chen's body.

Duan Xuan determined that neither of them had broken through the first threshold to reach the Ming Realm, including the two scarred men.

Two lives were lost just like that.

The three men, including Erbazi, showed no remorse whatsoever; instead, their faces were filled with devilish smiles.

In the hunter's eyes, they were monsters, man-eating beasts.

After some beating, the hunters had no choice but to hand over all the large items they had caught.

"You little brat, if you don't come out and kowtow to your old man Scarface, where are you going to hide?"

Erbazi grabbed Duan Xuan, who was hiding at the back of the crowd.

She kicked him hard in the stomach.

Duan Xuan groaned, clutching his stomach as he backed away, knocking over two hunters.

"I say, that Duan family brat is a real piece of trash!"

Last time I caught half a rabbit, and this time I barely managed to catch one, but it's just a small, meatless baby like yours. Next time I'll get your Scarface something better!

When he looked up, his rabbit and the other hunters' things had already been taken away.

The three of them hummed a song, planning to have some fun that night.

"Duan, are you alright?"

The group helped Duan Xuan up.

Duan Xuan thanked him, a smile that went unnoticed by anyone else.

He made a judgment in his mind: "This scarred guy doesn't know martial arts!"