Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

I've reached Level 6, and spent another two days honing and adapting.

My body has adapted to the use of dark energy to some extent, and my mental strength is also increasing.

Thanks to the unique medicinal herbs and pills specific to this era, my father and second uncle's health improved significantly.

It had been exactly twenty days since I returned from the city.

Return to the city.

Look at your notebook!

Then, kill people!

Qinghe Wharf:

Manager Sun of Chengyi Trading Company, along with several employees, watched as the laborers carried the company's goods to the warehouse by the dock. After counting the goods, they handed them over to the leader of the Qingshui Gang.

Then he went to the Qinghe Chamber of Commerce's office at the dock and greeted several familiar Chamber of Commerce staff.

Emerging from the Chamber of Commerce office, I glanced enviously at the two rooms next door: one for government tax collectors and the other for patrol guards dispatched by the police.

These patrol tax collectors were the lowest-ranking officials, essentially temporary workers, but they didn't have to do any work. They were served by members of the merchant guild and gangs every day, and all they had to do was not cause trouble.

Shaking my head, I know it's all related.

Looking up, I saw the old, weary faces of the laborers, their envious and awe-inspiring gazes, and their arrogant, dismissive shouts.

A sense of superiority arose again; compared to those manual laborers, he was already a superior person.

His gaze fell on the foreman, and he frowned. This man was even harder to deal with than that old, deadbeat.

I heard that he fought his way up from the bottom of the Qingshui Gang. He was quite amiable at first, but later his true nature was revealed, and he looked at everyone with displeasure.

Thinking of that damned Master Ma, Steward Sun suddenly remembered an "interesting story".

He glanced at the laborers and they all looked pretty much the same, so he couldn't tell who owed him five taels.

After hesitating for a moment, I didn't bring it up immediately. An idea popped into my head: perhaps this interesting incident could be used as a starting point for conversation with this new foreman in the future to break the ice.

"Yes, five taels of silver can afford to host a good feast and make a couple of good friends."

"Sir, what is five taels of silver?"

"Heh, you guys don't understand!"

"Hehe, that's right, how could I possibly understand your vision, sir?"

"That's more like it."

Manager Sun hummed a little tune as he walked out of the dock area, surrounded by several workers.

He called his two men back to the Chamber of Commerce to hand over the accounts, and then looked around the street, pondering whether to go for a drink or buy some nice things for his children.

As I approached a bend in the road, a figure quickly brushed past me, and I vaguely felt the other person's hand brush against my back, and I even heard a thud.

Just as he was about to start cursing, he opened his mouth and gushed out streams of blood. A sharp pain shot through his back, and almost simultaneously, everything went black before his eyes, and he collapsed to the ground.

In his final moments, he seemed to hear various terrified screams coming from a distant place.

A thought flashed through her mind: "I haven't bought my daughter that two-wheeled rickshaw she wanted yet, and my son's favorite chestnut cake should be finished by now, damn it..."

Zhang Qingshan eliminated the bad seed and his mind was at peace. Although there were villains everywhere in this world, and they could not be killed off completely.

But killing one is always good, as it settles one cycle of karma.

I found a secluded place to wash off the dirt on my face and the hairstyle I had deliberately created before finally going home feeling refreshed.

In retrospect, the Dark Force realm was indeed more concealed than the previous Forceful Force.

However, it's not perfect. While the impact is indeed gentle, the noise afterward is still quite noticeable and will attract attention.

According to the senior sister's training notes, the seventh level after the sixth level of martial arts is said to be the comprehension of internal force. The force is solid and subtle, and the damage it causes is not obvious on the outside. It can only tear a little bit of the body surface, and mainly attacks the inside to cause damage.

That way, it won't attract as much attention.

The eighth level of drilling force, which is above the seventh level, can penetrate into the body and cause damage without causing any external injury. This is the so-called "hitting a cow through a mountain" or "feinting to the east while attacking the west".

There is also a nine-level integrated force, which combines hard force, soft force, hidden force, and general force into one. After the force strikes a person, it integrates and resides within the enemy's body, and can be released suddenly, slowly, or with a delay.

The effects are astonishing and captivating; the power aspect alone possesses numerous wondrous aspects.

When I returned to the shack compound, none of the other neighbors had come back yet.

After resting for a while, Zhang Qingshan began practicing his hidden power in the courtyard.

After mastering the Dark Force, one can practice fist techniques, comprehend the Dark Force, and then unleash its power. Unlike the previous use of Hard Force, one can unleash a powerful and resounding attack.

It has a feeling of silently nourishing things as it enters the night with the wind.

The movements of the fist may seem small, but they possess terrifying destructive power.

Of course, using hidden power is mentally taxing and physically harmful, so in daily practice, one should not unleash it at full power, but only draw out a small amount of power to adapt to it.

After Zhang Qingshan had practiced for a while, his neighbors in the shack returned one after another.

Naturally, the first thing they did was to observe social etiquette and inquire about the condition of Zhang Qingshan's father and second uncle. After learning that they were all alright, they all breathed a sigh of relief and then went about their own business.

Old Liu, however, did not leave immediately.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke: "Brother Zhang, is there something going on between you and Wang Quan's nephew?"

Zhang Qingshan was taken aback. Even Lao Liu knew about it. He was very perceptive and knew something must have happened after just a short pause.

"Brother Liu, what happened?"

"Nothing particularly big has happened, it's just that Wang Quan has suddenly become arrogant towards me these days. He used to be so friendly to me, calling me Brother Liu every day, but now he just snorts at me. Yesterday he even muttered something about someone taking advantage of honest people."

As Old Liu spoke, he seemed to remember something and tentatively said:

"Brother Zhang, if there really is any misunderstanding, you must clear it up with his nephew. Wang Quan said that his nephew has exceptional talent and is already a martial artist. He is highly regarded by the sons and daughters of those important figures, such as those high-ranking figures in the inner city, the sons of constables and government officials, and, oh right, the relatives of our Qingshui Gang's big shot, She Zhe."

"Now, even the new foreman is ruthless to us, but he greets that old bastard Wang Quan with a smile. That old bastard even secretly boasted that if his nephew just said a word, the foreman would be in deep trouble."

As Lao Liu spoke, he expressed both worry and awe and longing.

Coming to my senses:

"Brother Zhang, people should be viewed with new eyes after three days of separation. Since that person has such a situation, we should bow our heads and not hold grudges. Although I, Old Liu, am just a laborer and do not understand your martial arts tricks, it is always good to make more friends and fewer enemies. After all, that person's future is limitless."

Zhang Qingshan immediately understood what those important figures Wang Quan was talking about.

One of them was indeed the brother-in-law of a high-ranking figure in the Qingshui Gang.

This Wang Zhi is really persistent; they were the ones who begged him to buy it on the spot.

Now they think it's perfectly normal to turn black into white.

A chill ran through him, and he made another heavy note in his notebook: Zhang Qingshan was always a reasonable person, and the other party hadn't reached the point of seeking a righteous death yet, so it wasn't his turn to be targeted for the time being.

But if one day the amount of writing he has done exceeds the critical point or his tolerance limit, Zhang Qingshan will teach him a lesson.

Seeing Lao Liu's worry, the murderous aura he had just felt earlier was stirred up again.

He frowned. "Brother Liu, if Wang Quan and Wang Zhi are foolish enough to try and persuade the gang leader to harm you, just tell them directly that if anything happens to you, I, Zhang Qingshan, will kill their entire family!"

"Ah, no, no, it's not that bad, Brother Zhang. There's really no need for us to fight because of me, Lao Liu. It would be better if we all got along peacefully."

Zhang Qingshan smiled and pressed down on Lao Liu's shoulder.

"Brother Liu, you should know that some people are inherently malicious. You think you should be friendly and amicable, but others may not think so. I'm not telling you to immediately break ties with them, but just to give you confidence so that if anything happens, you can use this saying: 'A petty person fears power but does not appreciate kindness.'"

Old Liu was taken aback, a look of gratitude and a sense of security flashing across his face.

Looking at Zhang Qingshan, he subconsciously sighed.

"The petty man fears power but does not cherish virtue. This saying is so true. I, Old Liu, have lived half my life and I still don't see things as clearly as you do. Some people are indeed born bad."

Zhang Qingshan knew that it wasn't that Lao Liu couldn't see clearly, but rather that he was too weak and powerless to see clearly.

They simply bought the tofu that Old Xu's family hadn't sold yet, poured chili flakes and other seasonings on it, and had a meal with Old Liu.

Other neighbors also came over and took a few bites.

The food was ordinary, but the meal was enjoyed with laughter and conversation.