Chaotic Times and Disasters: I Hunt Down Martial Arts Masters and Become a God

This prince, who had served as crown prince for a hundred years, was both composed and approachable.

"General Fu, I heard that when you were in Ironblood City, you single-handedly withstood an attack from two commanders of the Tongmai clan? And you even snapped the neck of a Di commander of the Tongmai clan?"

Fu Qing picked up the wine pot and filled Ling Moqian's cup. "Your Highness is too kind. I was only able to do this because of the help of my brothers in the border army. I couldn't have done it all by myself."

"Haha... General Fu is being modest again."

Ling Moqian picked up his wine cup and took a sip. "I have been in Jingjing for so many years and have seen many generals who were transferred back from the border. Some of them are arrogant because of their military achievements, while others have been indulging in debauchery since they entered the capital."

"General Fu is different from them - he went straight to the Martial Academy after arriving in Jingjing, fought his way to the semi-finals of the competition, and even An Sheng was defeated by you. I admire your character."

He placed his wine glass on the table, lowering his voice slightly.

"General Fu, I cherish your talent. If you have time, please come to the East Palace for a visit. I will certainly not disappoint you."

"Your Highness's kindness is too much for me to bear..."

Fu Qing raised his cup and clinked it with his, saying, "I will personally visit you another day to express my gratitude."

Ling Moqian nodded in satisfaction and was about to say something when the Second Prince Ling Mokun suddenly spoke up.

The second prince was younger than the crown prince, with a thin chin and high brow bones.

"General Fu, I heard that you crushed the hand bones of a young master from a noble family at the Martial Academy? Pei Qing from the Pei family of Jingjing, his father, Minister Pei, complained about you at the court meeting yesterday, saying that you bullied a young master from a noble family because of your military achievements."

"His Highness is well-informed."

Fu Qing smiled and said, "I didn't hold back during the sparring session, and I've already apologized."

"A friendly spar?"

Ling Mokun's lips curled slightly as he picked up his wine glass and slowly twirled it in his hand.

"Five cultivators at the Meridian Opening Realm fighting one cultivator at the fourth level of the Meridian Opening Realm is considered a sparring match? This is the first time I've ever heard of such a thing."

He placed the wine glass on the table and gently pushed the bottom of the glass.

"That's good. It teaches them a lesson. The scions of aristocratic families have been in the martial arts academy for too long. They really need to be taught a lesson."

"But let me give you a piece of advice: Minister Pei is a petty person. You beat his son like that, he won't let it go. If he causes you trouble again in the future, you can come to my residence to hide."

Fu Qing couldn't tell whether he was genuinely trying to help or had ulterior motives, so she cupped her hands in thanks.

"Your Highnesses' kindness..."

Before he could finish speaking, a round figure squeezed in from the side and plopped down between Fu Qing and Ling Mokun, almost knocking over Ling Mokun's wine glass.

The Fifth Prince, Ling Moyuan, held a full cup of wine, his face flushed.

"General Fu! I've heard so much about you! Were you just discussing serious matters with my second brother? Excuse me for interrupting, but I have a question for you: how exactly did you write your poem 'Joining the Army'?"

"Better to be a centurion than a scholar... This makes me want to join the army! Oh, right, I heard you've written a new poem. Could you write one here? I'd love to see it!"

"Fifth brother."

Ling Mokun frowned. "You've had too much to drink."

"I'm not drunk! I only had three drinks!"

Ling Moyuan slammed his hand on the table. "General Fu, don't listen to my second brother. He's a good man in every way, except he's too cold. If you want to have a drink, come to my residence anytime! I have the best cook in all of Jingjing!"

Fu Qing smiled.

"I will definitely come to bother Your Highness when I have time another day."

...

The banquet ended late at night.

As everyone left one after another, Fu Qing, slightly tipsy, walked out of the main hall and saw Yu Fu walking out at the palace gate.

The chubby boy had drunk quite a bit today, and he was walking unsteadily. Fu Qing helped him up and told him to go back to the manor to rest first. Yu Fu waved his hand, mounted his horse, and

"Brother Fu, today at the imperial banquet, His Majesty publicly recognized your identity as a descendant of the Feng family. Tomorrow, the entire Jingjing will know that you are a descendant of Feng Changyang."

"This is a great thing for some people and a great thing for others, depending on which side you're on. You need to be careful."

Fu Qing was stunned and hadn't yet understood what the chubby boy meant when Yu Fu had already walked away.

He understands good things, but what about terrible things?

Does that mean that if he takes sides, he will automatically make enemies?

...

Fu Qing stayed at the martial arts academy for another two months, getting up before dawn every day to practice his swordsmanship.

He practiced the three basic sword techniques taught by the martial arts master over and over again, until his arms ached so much he could no longer lift them before he stopped.

With three consecutive strikes, he cleaved more than a dozen wooden stakes in the corner of the training ground into pieces.

The head of the martial arts hall would occasionally pass by and stand by the training ground to watch him practice his sword. "Your foundation is good, but it's only a good swordsmanship. It takes time and accumulation; you can't rush it."

Fu Qing nodded.

He understood this principle. His cultivation had already broken through from the fourth level of the Meridian Opening Realm to the sixth level. Without the assistance of plundering points, each advancement in his realm required twice the time and effort.

After reaching the sixth level of the Meridian Opening stage, he clearly felt that the progress had slowed down, and opening each meridian was more difficult than before.

In the morning, I also have to go to the martial arts academy to attend classes. In addition to Fan Zheng, there are several other veterans who take turns to teach military strategy, formations, and the coordination of different types of troops.

Fu Qing sat in the back row listening attentively, occasionally jotting down notes on a piece of paper.

He had led troops in Ironblood City. The 800 cavalrymen who swept across the grasslands were not just due to their personal bravery, but to solid military tactics such as scout intelligence, terrain utilization, and coordinated attacks.

The military strategies taught at the Martial Arts Academy validated his experience gained from fighting on the battlefield and filled the gaps in his theoretical knowledge.

In the afternoon, Suwen forced me to sit in a chair to have my blood drawn for drug testing.

This was the most difficult time of Fu Qing's day.

The third generation of Suwen's compressed medicinal ice silkworm gu shell is made. Its medicinal effect can suppress the spread of gu poison in the meridians of the five internal organs, but the side effects are extremely torturous!

After each dose of the medicine, it felt as if countless silver needles were simultaneously piercing all the meridians in my body, lasting for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

The first time Fu Qing took this medicine, he was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat that soaked his back.

Suwen stood beside him, expressionless, holding silver needles and a small notebook. "How do you feel?"

"It felt like being pricked by dozens of needles at the same time."

"Where is the location?"

"whole body."

"Oh, it's not worth any research."

Suwen jotted down a few notes in her notebook, then asked, "Which is more painful, the previous generation or the one?"

"The previous generation was chilled with ice, this generation is pricked with needles."

"Needle pricks are better than ice."

Suwen closed the book. "Ice will affect the circulation of qi and blood, while acupuncture only causes pain to the skin and flesh, which means that the new formula will cause less damage to the meridians."

"Could you remove the side effects?"

Fu Qing wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Suwen expressionlessly put the silver needles back into her medicine pouch.

"If it can be removed, it's not medicine, it's candy."

"Then at least don't draw so much blood every time..."

"Improving the formula requires analyzing changes in the concentration of the Gu poison in the blood."

Suwen deftly drew out a silver needle and pierced Fu Qing's wrist; blood flowed down the needle and into the porcelain bottle.

"One tube is drawn before and after each drug trial; this is the standard procedure."

She removed the needle, stopped the bleeding, and put away the bottle in one smooth motion.

Fu Qing looked at the still-steaming vial of blood in the porcelain bottle and resignedly leaned back in her chair.

Suwen had already turned and headed towards the pharmacy. "Take today's compressed medicine after dinner, not on an empty stomach, otherwise the side effects will be more painful."

Song Nini pushed open the door and came in carrying a bowl of pork rib soup. She saw Fu Qing leaning back in a chair with small red marks on his wrist from where he had been pricked with a silver needle, looking utterly hopeless.

She placed the soup bowl on the table and clicked her tongue twice.

"Sister Suwen is either drawing blood from my brother-in-law's veins or force-feeding him bitter medicine every day. Brother-in-law, did you owe her something in your past life?"

Suwen's voice came from the pharmacy, "I don't know if he owed me anything in his past life, but I'm the one who extended his life in this life. If you don't want to extend it anymore, you can make your own medicine for next month."

Song Nini stuck out her tongue and pushed the soup towards Fu Qing.

"Brother-in-law, drink this quickly, it's good for replenishing your blood."

Fu Qing was speechless and picked up the soup bowl to take a sip.