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

For three consecutive days, Fu Qing went up the mountain before dawn and didn't return until dusk.

His physical condition is completely different now. His strength is 33, his endurance is 39, and his agility is 34. When he runs in the forest, his feet feel light and airy, leaving only a shallow layer of marks on the snow.

He could catch up with a rabbit that darted out of its burrow in three breaths and chop it down with a single stroke. A pheasant had just flapped its wings and taken flight two zhang high when he hurled a stone at it, its aim more accurate than a slingshot.

After three days, I've accumulated another forty-six loot points.

He put all his points into the three-dimensional stats: Strength to 48, Endurance to 52, and Agility to 49.

When all three values ​​were approaching the fifty mark, a feeling he had never experienced before suddenly surged through his body; he could feel his bones trembling.

That evening, Fu Qing was in the courtyard. He grabbed the edge of the millstone with one hand, and with a strong effort, the millstone was lifted three feet off the ground and held steadily in the air.

Song Yawei came out of the kitchen and saw this scene. The water ladle in her hand fell into the water vat with a splash.

"Husband, what are you doing..." She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Fu Qing gently placed the millstone back in its original position. The moment the millstone hit the ground, he felt the tremor within his body reach its peak.

Every bone, every muscle, every inch of skin resonates.

A "ding" sounded in my mind.

[Host's three-dimensional values ​​have been detected to have exceeded the critical point, automatically advancing to the first level of the Body Tempering Realm.]

[The Boundary Panel has been unlocked.]

Fu Qing opened the panel, and a new line of text appeared on the interface that originally only showed basic values:

[Cultivation Level: Body Tempering Realm, First Stage]

【Strength: 48】

[Endurance: 52]

[Agility: 49]

[Plunder Points: 6]

Body Tempering Realm.

The original owner had no information about martial arts realms in his memories. This poor mountain village was too isolated; there wasn't even a single person who had seriously practiced martial arts.

But he could feel that after entering the Body Tempering Realm, his body underwent a qualitative change. Before, it was about quantity, but now it was about quality. His skin became tighter, and even his breathing became deeper.

He exerted force on his arm, and a faint, dull sheen appeared on the surface of his skin, barely noticeable unless you looked closely.

I lightly scratched my arm with the machete, leaving only a white mark where the blade had touched, which disappeared with a swipe of my hand.

Song Yawei picked up the water ladle and couldn't help but glance at him again. "Honey, have you gotten even stronger?"

"Yeah, how about we try it tonight?"

"Pah!"

Song Yawei blushed deeply and ignored the scoundrel.

Fu Qing grinned.

On the morning of the fourth day, Fu Qing was chopping wood in the yard. After entering the Body Tempering Realm, although his strength did not change much in terms of numerical value, the way he exerted his strength was completely different.

In the past, chopping wood relied on brute force, but now with each axe stroke, the power flows from the waist and back to the arm and then to the axe blade, all in one continuous motion.

A pine log as thick as a bowl could be split in two with a single axe blow. After half an hour of chopping, the woodpile in the yard was taller than a person.

But at that moment, the courtyard gate was kicked open with a "bang".

Song Nini rushed in, her face deathly pale. She leaned against the doorframe, panting, "Brother-in-law, something terrible has happened! A lot of people have come to the village chief's house, and they're all carrying knives!"

Fu Qing paused, turned to look at Song Nini, and asked, "How many people?"

"A dozen or so, all riding horses, they didn't look like people from the village."

Song Nini swallowed hard. "I saw them when I passed by the village entrance. They were walking out of Liu Laogen's yard. Liu Laogen was walking in front, bowing and scraping, as if he was leading the way."

Fu Qing narrowed his eyes.

How could a poor village chief possibly hire a dozen mounted swordsmen? If they weren't from the village, they must be from outside.

The only place nearby that could support a dozen or so mounted, knife-wielding men is the bandits on Black Wind Mountain to the west.

He turned and went into the house, taking down the long knife he had taken from Zhang Tiezhu from the wall. The blade was more than three times longer than a woodcutter's knife, and the edge was gleaming.

"You two go inside."

Fu Qing tucked the knife into his waistband, glanced at Song Nini, and said, "Lock the door. No matter what noise you hear outside, don't come out."

Song Nini shivered. "Brother-in-law, you're all alone..."

"Go in."

Song Nini bit her lip and ran into the house. Song Yawei stood at the door, clutching her apron.

"careful."

Fu Qingchong nodded, pushed open the courtyard gate, and walked out.

...

On the village road, a dozen or so horses were heading this way.

The people sitting on the horse were all wearing tattered leather armor, some of which had dried, blackened bloodstains on them.

The leader had an eye patch over one eye and a large, ghost-headed sword hanging at his waist, with strips of cloth, soaked in blood and stiff, wrapped around the hilt.

Liu Laogen walked ahead of the one-eyed dragon horse, his back hunched, pointing at Fu Qing's courtyard as he went.

"That's the kid. He has meat, grain, and two beautiful women at home."

One-Eyed Dragon reined in his horse, jumped down, and walked through the snow to the gate of Fu Qing's courtyard. He tilted his head, surveying the dilapidated mud walls and drafty gate, exhaling a puff of white breath from his nostrils.

"That's it? Old Gen, the fat sheep you're talking about is this poor wretch?"

Liu Laogen quickly came over, his face beaming with smiles.

"Second Master, don't let his shabby yard fool you. That kid hunted a deer a couple of days ago, weighing at least two or three hundred pounds, and he's also stocked up on a lot of rabbits and pheasants. There's plenty of meat to go around, and his two women..."

He licked his lips, revealing a set of yellow teeth. "They're both incredibly beautiful, sisters, tsk tsk."

Fu Qing pushed open the courtyard gate and walked out, standing at the entrance with the long knife in his hand, the tip of the knife dangling to the ground.

His gaze swept over the dozen or so people outside the door, looking at them one by one.

Some of the bandits on horseback were polishing their knives, some were smoking their pipes, and some were staring at the courtyard behind him.

The one-eyed man saw him, sized him up, and curled his lip. "So it's you, kid?"

Fu Qing didn't answer. He took a step forward and stood in the middle of the courtyard gate, completely blocking the gate behind him.

A dozen or so ruthless bandits, armed with knives and horses, would definitely be at a disadvantage if faced head-on.

But if they were allowed to rush into the yard, Song Yawei and Song Nini would be in danger.

We can't retreat; we have to block them at the gate. We have no choice but to give it a shot.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the one-eyed man thought he was scared stiff and burst into laughter.

"You think you can block my way all by yourself? Brothers, let's chop this kid up first, then we'll go in and grab the meat and the women!"

The bandits behind him burst into laughter, and three or four of them jumped off their horses, drew their swords, and charged towards Fu Qing through the snow.

Leading the pack was a man with a thick beard, wielding a broad-backed machete, which he swung down at Fu Qing's head.

Fu Qing sidestepped the blade, raised his left hand, and grabbed the back of the knife with his fingers spread wide.

The bearded man was taken aback. He tried to pull his knife back with all his might, but the blade didn't budge. He couldn't help but look up at Fu Qing.

Fu Qing remained calm as he swung his woodcutter's knife horizontally across Fu Qing's neck, the blade slicing from left to right in one fluid motion.

The bearded man fell down, his eyes wide open, turning the snow red.

System notification: Killed bandit (normal), loot points +8.

The remaining three bandits were stunned for a moment.

In that instant, Fu Qing rushed into the middle of the three men, his long sword slashing into the shoulder of the second bandit, the blade cutting from his collarbone all the way to his chest.

He then used the blade to stab the third bandit in the stomach, the blade piercing through his back.

The fourth one was so frightened that he took two steps back, tripped over a snowdrift, and fell to the ground with a thud. Fu Qing chased after him and slashed him cleanly on the back of the neck.

Four bodies lay on the ground.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Even the horses have stopped neighing.

The remaining seven or eight bandits on horseback froze, their smirks gone. One of them dropped his pipe onto the horse's mane, burning it and causing the horse to shake its head.

System notifications kept ringing in my head—

Plunder points +8, +8, +8, +8.

Adding the remaining points, the loot points jump to 38.

While keeping an eye on the remaining seven or eight bandits, Fu Qing brought up the panel and added all thirty-eight points to the three-dimensional values ​​and distributed them evenly.

Strength reached 63, endurance reached 68, and agility reached 58.

As the heat flowed through, his cultivation at the first level of the Body Tempering Realm stabilized, and the dull luster on his skin brightened a bit more.

The one-eyed man snapped out of his daze, his face cold as he drew the demon-headed broadsword from his waist.

"This kid's got some weird tendencies, let's all go for him! Whoever kills him gets all the women in his yard!"

The remaining seven or eight bandits exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, drew their swords, jumped off their horses, and surrounded Fu Qing.

Liu Laogen huddled behind the horse, his face as white as the snow.