The proof of Emperor Wu began with daily rewards for diligence.

Chen Jue took out his phone and browsed the local news.

Various speculations have been found online, but no one seems to have connected them to the "Medicine King Cult" that is currently rampant in Henan Province.

Chen Jue tried using an anonymous account to post several speculations about the "Medicine King Cult" online, all of which resulted in him being banned from speaking for fifty years.

He understood.

Compared to sects like the "Fire Sect" and the "Water Sect," the "Medicine King Sect" was far more infamous.

Apart from the three powerful families living near the water and the Jiangnan Wanhu Mansion that suppresses this area.

There is no force that would not fear a super evil sect like the "Medicine King Sect," which kills indiscriminately and whose influence has been difficult to eradicate.

Therefore, it became the task of online media to appropriately suppress the news that the Medicine King Cult had already infiltrated Linjiang.

"Uncle, be careful when you're on patrol these days."

"Especially if someone sells rare herbs and medicines in the community at extremely low prices, you must never contact them..."

"They are members of the Medicine King Cult."

"The explosion at the black market today was a warning shot from the Medicine King to the four major clans of Linjiang."

Chen Jue's instructions sent chills down He Yuanshan's spine.

"You mean... the Medicine King Sect's influence has already spread to the Southern Province?" His hands and feet felt a little numb.

The Medicine King Cult's devastation of Henan Province was a well-known catastrophe in the Ming Dynasty, its severity even surpassing that of the Yellow River and Huai River where dragons fled to the river and fish-men came ashore.

"I'm not sure about that, but it never hurts to be careful."

"As for whether the Medicine King Sect wants to replicate the catastrophe in Puzhou back then in Linjiang, that's beyond our control."

"However, Uncle, you don't need to worry too much. There are always tall people to hold up the sky. The four great families have built their businesses in Linjiang, the capital city for thousands of years. How can they allow the Medicine King Cult to wreak havoc on their hometown?"

Chen Jue's words eased He Yuanshan's anxiety somewhat. He said to Chen Jue, "You must not let a third person know that you went to the black market today..."

"Don't worry, Uncle, I know the stakes." Chen Jue nodded to his uncle and picked up the lightness skill manual again.

Not wanting to disturb his nephew, He Yuanshan turned to leave, but inadvertently saw the long saber that Chen Jue had placed next to the coffee table.

The knife was four feet seven inches long. Although it was covered by a black alloy scabbard, the meticulously woven handle revealed that it was a fine knife that had been crafted with the heart and soul of a master craftsman.

He suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered the discussions his colleagues had made at work that day.

The killer at the alley entrance was a young man dressed in gray who was skilled with a long knife.

His nephew went out this morning dressed in gray and returned with a long knife from the black market.

Furthermore, his nephew had a strong motive to kill Zhang Yaozu and the other three!

"A-Jue, tell me honestly, did you kill Zhang Yaozu and the others?" He Yuanshan sat down next to Chen Jue.

Chen Jue turned around in surprise and looked at his uncle.

The two looked at each other, initially maintaining expressions of probing and surprise, but eventually they couldn't hold back and smiled knowingly.

"Is it that obvious?" Chen Jue scratched his head.

"Of course it's not obvious."

"If I didn't know that your blood and qi were exceptionally strong, and that you could unleash power far exceeding that of the early stage of true qi at the first level, I would never have guessed that you were the one who made the move."

After a moment of reflection, He Yuanshan asked, "A-Jue, how many times stronger is your qi and blood compared to a normal martial artist?"

"I spent some time these past two days connecting online with a master of the Spirit Cultivation Realm... I asked him how to convert Qi and Blood into combat power."

"He told me some formulas, how to convert multiples, but I didn't understand them, so I just copied them down for you to see."

"..." Chen Jue was speechless.

"Uncle, are you trying to pin the cost of watching short videos and tipping female livestreamers on me?!"

"I can't take the blame for this. If my mom finds out, she'll skin me alive!"

"What are you talking about! Do you think your uncle is that kind of person?!"

He Yuanshan glared at Chen Jue guiltily, shoved the doodle-covered paper into Chen Jue's hand, and turned to leave the living room.

Chen Jue unfolded the paper in his hand, looked at the scribbles that resembled ghost symbols from front to back several times, and then said with a headache, "Uncle, what are you writing?! I can only understand the numbers in it."

He Yuanshan crawled out of the house again, pointing to the handwriting on the paper, which was even more cursive than regular cursive script, and said, "This is Qi and blood, that's attribute Qi, this is the conversion formula..."

After He Yuanshan pointed it out repeatedly, Chen Jue finally recognized the "completely altered" text.

At the same time, they also began to have a certain understanding of their own strength at this moment.

Based on the formula, his current strength threshold of 161% of his Qi and Blood value is roughly at the fifth level of True Qi.

However, since he, as the reference point, cultivates the Five Elements True Qi, his so-called fifth level of True Qi strength is actually comparable to a sixth level True Qi martial artist with three elemental True Qi.

In addition, there's the "Sunset Reversal" buff that can stack at any time...

Chen Jue felt that he might not be able to defeat a martial artist at the seventh level of True Qi, but he should be able to easily defeat someone at the middle level of True Qi.

He was taking advantage of the fact that he was a True Qi Realm martial artist who had not yet undergone a complete transformation.

It should be noted that once a martial artist breaks through to the True Qi Realm and plants a spiritual root within their body, they can draw upon the spiritual energy around them day and night to temper themselves.

In this way, the physical constitution of a martial artist will be significantly different from that of the previous minor realm at each of the smaller realms.

Even if he raises his Qi and Blood value to 300% and successfully advances from "Minor Pure Yang Physique" to "Pure Yang Divine Physique" by then, it will be impossible for him to crush martial artists of the same level across five or six minor realms as he does now.

"That's easy to understand. Even the strongest physique needs a cultivation level to support it..."

Chen Jue tried to comfort himself, but he was still somewhat annoyed.

After all, his progress in improving his liver qi and blood was much faster than that in improving his liver true qi. Now, the expert's qi and blood formula was telling him that there was a limit to the increase in qi and blood, so how could he not be frustrated?

After instructing Chen Jue on how to read, He Yuanshan went back to his room to have a long phone conversation with his aunt and cousin.

As a cultivation fanatic, Chen Jue didn't have the habit of chatting and joking around.

He paced back and forth in the living room, continuing to practice the two light-body skills.

A pot of mixed porridge was simmering, with a bunch of inexpensive medicinal herbs such as astragalus, angelica, codonopsis, rehmannia, and white peony root added, along with half an old hen.

He Yuanshan ate a bowl with Chen Juexiao, but almost succumbed to the overwhelming bitterness of the porridge.

"A-Jue, is this what you usually eat for cultivation?"

"Is something wrong?"

Chen Jue thought it was alright; as the saying goes, "No pain, no gain."

If it weren't for the fact that eating medicinal herbs directly is hard to digest and unsightly, he wouldn't even bother cooking porridge and would just chew the herbs directly.

"..." He Yuanshan.

It looks like the clay pot at home will be ruined when my wife and kids get home.

The bitterness must have seeped into the pot; the boiled water will just be bitter melon soup.

Chen Jue kept reading and drank most of a pot of porridge with added ingredients. His energy and blood finally recovered to about 70-80%.

He returned to his study and continued meditating to regulate his breathing.