Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

Zhang's mother carefully placed a piece of twice-cooked pork on Zhang Qingshan's plate.

"I think it would be good to open your own small shop like Lao Xu and be a shopkeeper. Or Lao Liu could get your brother-in-law a rickshaw and a road sign so he can be a rickshaw boss."

Upon hearing this, the eldest sister and brother-in-law's eyes lit up, and they looked up at Zhang Qingshan expectantly.

Although Li Si'an, the eldest brother-in-law, was weak-willed, he was not stupid. He was also very uncomfortable being suppressed by his three brothers and his domineering sister-in-law at home. If he could get help from his brother-in-law, who had become a big shot, to get out of the quagmire, that would be his dream.

Looking at his brother-in-law's thin and frail appearance, Zhang Qingshan thought he was hardly suited to pull a rickshaw, and his introverted personality made it difficult for him to be a shrewd and capable manager.

I thought about it.

"Okay, eldest sister and brother-in-law, you two take a couple of days off. I'll find some time to talk to the senior brother in charge of the business and get him a job. Don't worry, for my sake, the job won't be bad."

"Well, once you've finished training, you can either become a manager or I can open an oil mill for you."

In fact, even if his older sister and parents didn't ask, he would arrange these things himself.

After settling my eldest sister in, the family affairs were mostly sorted out, and I could focus on my cultivation with greater peace of mind.

In reality, the whole family didn't have any particularly troublesome issues; they just had the most normal needs.

The Zhang family members all came from humble farming backgrounds. They were easily satisfied and not greedy. They were overjoyed when they had enough to eat and wear.

Hearing Zhang Qingshan's words, the eldest sister and brother-in-law's faces were filled with surprise and joy.

There was hope in their eyes, and even the children could feel their joy.

At the same time, the two also lamented that this was a case of "when one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs benefit," and that their own seemingly inescapable quagmire was easily resolved by their younger brother with just a few simple words.

Brother-in-law Li Si'an timidly mustered his courage, cupped his hands in thanks, and said, "Thank you, Third Brother."

Zhang Qingshan smiled and shook his head, "We're all family, it's nothing."

Seeing the pride on her parents' faces and the gratitude on her older sister's and her husband's faces.

These things are really nothing, and Zhang Qingshan is not being modest.

It's not some kind of promotion, wealth, or high-ranking position; it's just some jobs where you have to earn a living, something as simple as making a casual greeting.

Compared to martial arts cultivation, it's not worth mentioning.

Compared to the external shock that his martial arts have now reached the eighth level, and compared to what is happening inside and outside the martial arts school, his sister's family's affairs are not worth the slightest attention from outsiders.

[The Four-Bend Breathing Technique of the River Flows evoked a sense of emotion. It seemed like a small matter, but wasn't it a glimpse into one's ability to control one's destiny? The reason it could all seem so small was that one had gained power.]

To protect these small moments of happiness, we must be able to withstand the storms of the outside world. I've decided on the Jiangliu Four-Bend Breathing Method: I'll practice all night tonight, shortening the two-day adaptation period to one day, and try to quickly grasp the Three-Bend Breathing Method. Stop eating, practice, practice, practice! Time waits for no one!

Yes, Wang Zhi disappeared without a trace, and the senior sister was also exhausted from running around.

The other inner disciples were each suppressing their own areas, and there wasn't even time for everyone to get along and build relationships.

Thinking about it, there is indeed a sense of urgency.

Then let's practice!

Anyway, I'm full of energy right now, so staying up all night for a day or two is nothing.

Day 2: Continue practicing, the drilling energy flows through the body, and the flesh and blood are constantly adapting.

Day 3:

[Jiang Liu began to study the third of the four-curve breathing techniques, named the Three-Curve Wind-Supporting Hundred Rivers Breathing Technique. It uses the meaning of supporting the wind and the form of flowing rivers to transform the internal energy into various forms such as hard force, soft force, flowing force, hidden force, strength, and drilling force, which occur simultaneously and then merge with each other to achieve a more magical effect.]

[I'm starting to feel the effects of the Four-Bend Breathing Technique; the power within my body is beginning to differentiate...]

Zhang Qingshan was also reflecting on the realm after the Drilling Force, the ninth level of a martial artist, called Whole Force.

It is about integrating the changes of many forces, taking advantage of the strengths of each force, and combining them together to achieve a true balance of strength and gentleness with meticulous control.

While conventionally enhancing physical strength and power, this force can be allowed to linger within the target's body for a moment to delay its explosive release, thus possessing a certain peculiar effect.

Recalling the abilities of a level nine martial artist.

If I had the ability to assassinate the manager of that merchant guild, I would only need to lightly tap his body and walk a certain distance before he would be seriously injured and killed.

It can be described as having a hidden murderous intent, making it particularly suitable for assassination and sneak attacks.

At the same time, we must remain vigilant and be wary of these tactics employed by our opponents in the future.

After sorting things out, I began to appreciate the various insights that naturally arose in my heart.

The fog surrounding the Three-Breath Breathing Method began to dissipate, and various key points slowly emerged in my mind.

"Tap tap tap tap..."

"Quickly, go and fetch a doctor. I'll take my senior sister and junior brother inside first."

Zhang Qingshan stopped his meditation and cultivation, a sense of unease rising in his heart. With a few quick steps, he appeared outside the martial arts school.

On the two carriages, the eldest sister and the sixth brother were lying.

There was also an unfamiliar middle-aged martial artist nearby.

With just a quick glance, the senior sister was found unconscious. Her abdomen was simply bandaged, and a torn wound was still oozing blood. Near her collarbone on her chest, there was a deep fist-shaped mark in her skin, which was bluish-black in color, as if she had been poisoned.

Zhang Qingshan's heart tightened. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that the man's chest was still slightly rising and falling with breathing, and he was not missing an arm.

The sixth senior brother's eyes were half-open, as if he were a little dazed. His body was covered with scars, and there were even bone fragments protruding from his arms.

He was shocked and suspicious. Were those Black Mountain bandits really that powerful? They were just clearing the outer perimeter, yet even a martial arts master like Senior Sister was severely injured?

Seeing the terrible state of the body, Zhang Qingshan felt a little relieved. It was good that it had been brought back and still had a breath of life. With the vigorous vitality of a martial artist, it should be fine after proper recuperation.

Just like the martial artist who was hurriedly directing his men, his expression relaxed a little after he arrived at the martial arts school.

Upon seeing Zhang Qingshan appear.

"You must be the newly joined seventh junior brother. I am Xue Ran, the second senior brother of the inner sect. I usually guard the escort team. Go and inform Master."

"Seventh Junior Brother, I'm sorry you had to see this. I, the Sixth Senior Brother, am injured again. I wonder how serious Senior Sister's condition is." As Zhang Qingshan turned around, the Sixth Senior Brother even mustered a bit of spirit to make a self-deprecating joke.

After a while.

Inner courtyard of the martial arts school:

Master Ji Feiyun had a serious expression. A transparent energy flowed in his palm, which could be seen with the naked eye. He then brushed over his senior sister's body, massaging her injured area for a while.

After the energy was cleared, the unconscious senior sister suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood was foul-smelling, as if she was expelling some filthy blood clots from her body.

Then his breathing became more steady, and the fist mark faded a little.

Then he went inside and took out two pills. After feeding one to his senior sister, the paleness on her face improved a lot.

Then he fed another one to his sixth senior brother.

Only then did the master have time to speak.

"I had long heard that the Black Mountain bandits were transformed from the Black Stone Sect, a sect that once existed in Black Stone City. Now, seeing this fist imprint, I can see that its skill is extraordinary and its poison is contained. It is indeed the legendary Black Stone Fist technique."

"Master, is Senior Sister alright?"

"I used all my strength to restore her body and gave her a Golden Crow Pill. Her life was saved, but she probably won't be able to fight for at least a year or two."

The second senior disciple breathed a sigh of relief, then asked curiously, "Master, what is this Black Stone Fist Force?"

Master Ji Feiyun pondered for a moment.

"Alright, I'll take this opportunity to tell you about it."

"Martial arts are complex. Whether it is the martial artist level or the martial master level, each small realm advancement brings different changes in power and body, and different secret methods are needed to hone the cultivation. At the martial artist level, strength is the main focus, so the techniques are both training methods and combat methods. However, once you reach the martial master level, there is a slight difference."

"The body tempering technique of martial arts masters is a transcendent art. The techniques are more complex, requiring the physical body to surpass the basic limits. It is more targeted, detailed, and professional. In this case, most of the training methods are just for training, focusing on tempering. If you want to surpass those of the same level or even defeat those of higher levels, then you need secret combat techniques."

"My Qinghe Martial Arts School naturally has its own fighting techniques, such as Water Dragon Force, Dry Water Force, Earth River Force, etc. That wicked disciple Long Baifeng only refrained from completely breaking off relations because he was wary of my Dry Water Force and Earth River Force, which I have cultivated for many years."

At this point, the master looked at the fist imprint left by his eldest sister and thought for a moment.

"The Black Stone Force used by one of the Black Mountain bandits is one of their combat techniques. To cultivate this poisonous force, one must be at least a level three Martial Master with the Flesh Forging Rank. Only by forging flesh beyond the limit can one contain the poison in this force. It is surprising that Xiao Yu was able to survive."

Upon hearing this, the second senior brother's expression shifted, as if he had thought of something.

Looking at him, the master slowly began to speak:

"Tell me, what happened?"