Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

Zhang Qingshan recounted the whole story to his sixth senior brother, telling the truth about everything except concealing the fact that he had committed the murder himself.

After listening, the sixth senior brother looked serious.

"I didn't expect that the Black Stone Bandits weren't completely wiped out. They're still roaming around Qingshui City. Why don't they flee to the more chaotic southwest and northwest, but instead head outwards?"

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Junior Brother Zhang, although you have already entered the third level of martial artist, the Black Mountain Bandits are no ordinary force. They have been entrenched in the Black Mountain, thousands of miles away, for sixty years. It is said that among their three thousand bandits, there are even those who have surpassed the Body Refinement Martial Master. Their background is also extraordinary. It is not something that you or I, as martial artists, can face alone."

"Alright, just pretend you don't know anything about this. Don't worry, now that those bandits have revealed their whereabouts, they probably won't show up in your village again. You don't need to worry too much. Just practice your martial arts diligently and strive to become a fellow disciple of the martial arts school as soon as possible."

After patting Zhang Qingshan on the shoulder, the sixth senior brother hurriedly headed deeper into the martial arts school.

From the martial arts training ground in the third courtyard of the martial arts school, came clanging sounds, as well as muffled thuds, like two metal objects colliding violently.

Sixth Senior Brother Chang Yueshan arrived at this place in a hurry, subconsciously stopped, and his eyes revealed a look of envy and awe.

The eldest sister unleashed a barrage of palm strikes and fist punches, occasionally adding kicks as well, the powerful blows striking the thick iron pillars that stretched deep into the ground.

The iron pillar had every edge sharpened to a fine point, and the bluish-white color of the blades could be faintly seen.

However, when Senior Sister Ji Feiyu's fair hands, fists, calves, and other hands struck it suddenly, there was no injury whatsoever, as if the skin on her body was not made of flesh and blood.

Upon closer inspection, Chang Yueshan could see that some of the blades on the pillars were cracked or bent, while the senior sister's fist only had red scratches on its skin. The next moment, the force caused the flesh to vibrate, and the red scratches returned to normal.

This is no longer just a matter of power; it is a miraculous transformation of the physical body.

A flesh-and-blood body, if it only cultivates strength, has an upper limit and cannot compare with steel and other materials.

However, if one cultivates using special methods, one can transcend the limits, display extraordinary abilities, and surpass ordinary people's understanding of the physical body.

In the land of Great Yan in the East, it is called the path of physical ascension and transcendence, a journey to build a vessel for crossing the world.

Among those barbarian foreigners, this is called gene unlocking, pure-blood alienation, divine grace manifestation, and approaching the path of the gods.

Therefore, the realm above martial artists is the Body Refinement Realm, also known as the Transcendent Realm. This Body Refinement Realm is also called the Transcendent Martial Master, which means that this realm is qualified to be a martial artist's teacher, and that this realm has transcended the limitations of mortals.

Thinking about these things, Chang Yueshan's face lit up with joy.

He bowed deeply and said, "Congratulations, Senior Sister, on reaching the second level of the Transcendent Realm. Your skin is as tough as iron, and you are not afraid of swords or guns. You can travel freely in all directions."

Senior Sister Ji Feiyu stopped, not with much pride, but with a self-deprecating smile:

"It's just a small improvement, far inferior to my former second senior brother, let alone compared to Long Baifeng. He can indeed run rampant among ordinary people, but in their eyes, my Qinghe Martial Arts School still has no successors and is unable to shoulder the responsibility."

Chang Yueshan was speechless. At least for him, his biggest dream was to achieve great divine power, to be able to receive the secret technique of transcending limits from his master, to eventually become a transcendent martial artist after successfully tempering his body, and then become a personal disciple, gain his master's favor, and look forward to the path of transcending limits in body tempering.

"Cough cough, Xiaoyu, don't be so discouraged. You're still young. Just keep climbing step by step."

An elderly man in blue robes, with a weathered and aged face but a tall and upright figure, stepped out from the innermost part of the courtyard.

Its movements are like a fierce tiger patrolling the mountains, making one's mind and spirit feel suppressed.

He coughed occasionally, and there seemed to be blood at the corner of his mouth. This made his upright body tremble and feel hunched over. His aura became unstable, and the fierce tiger shook the desolate mountains.

"Father, why did you come out? Go inside and rest well. I've already asked the kitchen to prepare a nourishing soup made with the essence and blood of demonic beasts for you."

"Haha, I know my own situation. Don't worry, I won't die anytime soon. I can still protect you for a few more years. You don't need to look like the building is about to collapse. If things become hopeless, I can also help you leave this place, or..."

A murderous glint flashed in his eyes: "Or, before I die, I'll take a few with me on my way."

"father!"

"Alright, alright, I just wanted to let you know that you don't need to be so discouraged, it's not that bad yet."

Only then did Chang Yueshan have a chance to interject: "Greetings, Master."

"Yes, you've all worked hard these past few days. It's beyond my expectations that even after I gave the order for you to leave or stay as you see fit, there are still five of you disciples in the inner sect who have remained loyal and devoted."

"Our master has given us a second chance at life. How could we be such treacherous and disloyal people?"

"Very well, then cultivate diligently. I will not be stingy with secret techniques."

"Master Xie, by the way, Master, the reason I came here is to report to you that some of my disciples encountered remnants of the Black Mountain Bandits. I wonder if this will have any impact on my Qinghe Martial Arts School."

The martial arts school owner, Ji Feiyun, coughed again before smiling and saying, "I've already been notified. They're worried that my school might be left out. We can just adapt to the situation."

After mentioning Changyue Mountain, I hesitated for a moment.

"Master, there is an ordinary disciple in the outer courtyard who seems to have extraordinary talent. He is just a farmer's son, with poor resources, weak foundation and weak vitality. He became a second-level martial artist by relying on the Six Forms of Mighty Strength. He has only been in my martial arts school for half a month, and he has already mastered the stance training and entered the third level. Do you think we should..."

The eldest sister's eyes flickered:

"I do remember this person. I was the one who took him in. Although he was a level two martial artist, his foundation, blood energy, and other aspects were obviously a bit weaker compared to other level two martial artists. I originally thought that he would have to slowly make up for the gap before he could improve. I didn't expect him to be level three already. That's strange."

Hearing her words, the old curator, Ji Feiyun, became somewhat interested. "What's strange about it?"

"Father, I examined this person's bones before, and his innate talent was ordinary. I didn't expect his progress to be so rapid, so it's a bit strange. Could it be that he has amazing comprehension?"

Chang Yueshan laughed and said:

"Senior sister is right. It is indeed a bit strange. Even if he breaks through to the third level, I feel that his blood and qi foundation is not strong. It is obvious that he is not nourished enough. However, there are no special hidden dangers left. Perhaps he is an extraordinary person. However, if resources are not sufficient for a long time, there is a risk that his physical potential will be overdrawn."

The curator raised an eyebrow, nodded, and looked at Changyue Mountain.

"We can keep an eye on them secretly. If they have good character and conduct, we can take good care of them. Since they have amazing comprehension, we shouldn't be stingy with their fist techniques, breathing techniques, and so on. Sigh, I'm starting to understand now. Although taking in scions of aristocratic families can build a network for the martial arts school, most of them have already established their families. They are quick-witted and their hearts are hard to fathom at crucial moments. If such poor disciples are truly talented, they should indeed be given more support."

He shook his head and gave a wry smile:

"Back then, I was just a fisherman's son. I met my master, who said I had the bones to love water and swim well, and was suitable for the martial arts of our sect. He bestowed upon me the inheritance and fortune, and I escaped the mire. I also enjoyed a lot of wealth and honor and was praised by others. Over the years, the hardships of that time seem to have become blurred."

"Father, can we still ask that sect for help?"

The old museum owner, Ji Feiyun, paused for a moment:

"Back then, when the barbarian demons came, the various sects of the Great Yan fought a great battle with them, resulting in countless deaths and injuries, which prevented the Great Yan land from becoming a complete blood and flesh pasture. However, later, the people were not united, and there was no spare strength to completely drive them out. We could only watch as they entrenched themselves and grew stronger in the coastal areas."

"After this battle, our Shanhe Sect suffered heavy casualties among its experts and had to close its gates. Disciples who wish to leave the mountain are ashamed to return unless they break through to the Blood-Moving Master realm. I was only in my twenties at the time and just a nobody on the battlefield, but I was also injured by that so-called extraordinary weapon of the demon with a casual blow, leaving hidden dangers, which is why I have not been able to break through to this day."

He sighed, "I regret it now. If I hadn't left the mountain gate and hadn't craved this glamorous world, perhaps if I had stayed in the mountain gate and cultivated diligently, my internal injuries would have been resolved long ago, and I might have already been able to look forward to even greater heights in martial arts."

Senior Sister Ji Feiyu hugged her father's arm:

"Father, what's past is past. Now you just need to take good care of your health. Besides, if you had chosen another path, there would be no Qinghe Martial Arts School or your daughter."

"Hahaha, that makes sense. I'm getting old, and I'm even having delusions before the curtain falls. It's my father's obsession. We martial artists should never regret our words and deeds."

The training time passed quickly. After enjoying two comfortable meals at the martial arts school, it was getting late, and Zhang Qingshan was about to leave.

Before leaving, his sixth senior brother stopped him, pulled him aside, and, when no one was looking, slipped him a porcelain bottle, saying it was from the martial arts school and that he should keep quiet to avoid arousing the jealousy of certain people.