Human Martial Venerable: Starting from the Synthesis Technique

Chapter 26 True Love

The panel data shows that all the techniques have reached the Transcendent level, and the practitioner has also reached the point where the muscles, bones, skin, and membranes are integrated into one.

For a month, Feng Xiu practiced diligently every day and took medicinal baths every night, with an unlimited supply of pills.

"Finally, I've reached this point. All my hard work and cultivation over the years has been worthwhile."

The energy and blood within my body are no longer the delicate, weak flow of heat they once were; instead, they are a surging river, rushing through my meridians, causing my limbs and bones to tremble slightly wherever it passes.

He can reach Guanyuan anytime he wants!

Feng Xiu's lips curled up slightly as he looked down at the back of his hand. His skin was rough and wrinkled, covered with thick calluses.

With just a light grip, the knuckles cracked, and a powerful force spread from the fingertips all the way to the wrist, forearm, and elbow.

His muscles were smooth and powerful, his shoulders and back were broad, and his waist was tight. Just standing there, he looked like an iron spear stuck in the ground. Compared to before, he was half a head taller than Han Che.

When martial arts cultivation reaches a certain depth, the body's vital energy nourishes the physical body, resulting in a complete transformation, and the bones are even stretched open a bit more.

Han Che had trained with Zhou Gang for over ten years and was considered his direct disciple, but now, Feng Xiu's blood and qi power was almost three times that of him!

Feng Xiu was naturally satisfied that he had reached the Great Perfection of Body Refinement in just over a month, having originally set a three-month deadline for Feng Ao.

"After achieving the perfection of body refinement, with the help of the Blood Restoration Pill, one will definitely be able to advance to the Blood Burning stage."

"The synthesis function on the cultivation manual is also usable now. We should at least try it out to see what it looks like."

"Ideally, I'd like some free attribute points, who cares about the owner of the pond, Su Wantang."

"I'll just crush them!"

Looking at the brightly lit synthesis options on the screen, Feng Xiu felt a surge of anticipation.

Thinking of this, Feng Xiu walked towards Zheng Bo again, but before he got close, a strong figure quickly came over.

When Feng Shouzhou saw that Feng Xiu had finished practicing, a smile immediately appeared on his face, and he jogged over to him.

"Brother, wipe your sweat."

Feng Shouzhuo handed over the towel with both hands, smiling ingratiatingly.

Feng Xiu took the towel, casually wiped his forehead, and his expression instantly turned cold.

"Feng Shouzhou, I summoned you here. Did you study today?"

Feng Xiu didn't really like his younger brother, to some extent.

Everything the Feng family is doing now is paying the price for Feng Shouzhuo's romantic escapades.

You fucking had a good time after you shuddered on the bed, and now I have to clean up your ass?

Upon hearing this, Feng Shouzhou's smile froze. "You read it? Of course you read it. You read it for an hour this morning. If you don't believe me, ask Uncle Zheng."

"Alright, then I'll test you." Feng Xiu chuckled, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"This year, Bailiu Village has a total of 73 tenant households, and each household was allocated 30 mu of land. How many mu are there in total?"

"In addition, during spring sowing, each mu (unit of land area) requires eight jin (unit of weight) of Jinsui seeds. The grain depot has 18,000 jin (unit of weight) of seeds. Can you calculate for me whether that's enough, and how much is left?"

Feng Shouzhou was completely stunned; his lips moved slightly, and his fingers curled up quietly.

His brows furrowed in thought, and he began to mutter to himself, "Seventy-three households, thirty mu per household, eighteen thousand jin..."

"Two thousand one hundred and ninety mu, four hundred and eighty jin." Feng Xiu interrupted him.

"Just these two questions, and you've been struggling with them for ages?"

Feng Shouzhou chuckled and replied, "I... I was doing mental arithmetic. It's normal to be a little slow with mental arithmetic. I'm studying the classics, not doing accounting."

"Fine, so the classics have taught you how to argue, haven't they?"

Feng Shouzhuo remained silent, fearing that he would invite even harsher criticism from Feng Xiu.

Feng Xiu looked at him, then changed the subject, "Speak, what do you want from me?"

Seeing that his elder brother was not pursuing the matter further, Feng Shouzhuo immediately perked up, took a step closer and lowered his voice, "Brother, um, I...I want to learn martial arts."

Feng Xiu raised an eyebrow.

Feng Shouzhou quickly explained, "Brother, look, I'm staying at your house now, I can't just eat and drink for free, can I? Besides, I saw how impressive your skills are, so I wanted to give it a try."

He spoke with reason and evidence, but his eyes clearly revealed a desire to curry favor.

Even the rebellious monks didn't expose it.

However, to be fair, he has indeed been much more well-behaved while staying at the manor.

Every day, besides eating and sleeping, he stays in his room reading and writing. Letting him learn some martial arts can both pass the time and improve his health, as well as temper his temper.

As for the owner of the pond who wanted to kill him...

Feng Xiu's gaze darkened slightly. A month had passed with no movement whatsoever, and this was what was most unsettling.

"Alright." Feng Xiu smiled. "Since you're so willing, then let Xiao Han teach you."

"Xiao Han." Immediately, Feng Xiu's voice rose.

"My younger brother thinks what you guys are practicing is all just for show, and he wants to challenge you to a duel."

Inside the training room, while everyone was practicing, their eyes were fixed on the Feng brothers. Upon hearing this, Han Che understood Feng Xiu's meaning.

Someone chuckled, and a sinister smile appeared on Han Che's seemingly wooden face as he strode over.

Everyone in the escort team knew that the Feng family was "hidden in talent and power," literally.

Here, you can see not only the eldest brother who trains diligently and has exceptional martial arts talent, but also the second brother who feels like ants are crawling all over his body if he doesn't tease the maids every day.

As for Feng Shouzhuo, he's an old man who's completely ignorant and incompetent.

"Big brother, I'm a little..."

Seeing this, Feng Shouzhou belatedly realized what was happening, his face turned pale, and he forced a laugh.

"It's too late to regret it now!" Feng Xiu sneered and pushed him away.

I pushed it, but it didn't move?

Not only that, Feng Shouzhuo also took a few steps back.

Immediately, Feng Xiu increased the strength of his right arm by three points.

Push again, still no movement?!

"Big brother, why are you touching me?"

Feng Shouzhuo remained motionless, turning back to look at the scene with a somewhat bewildered expression.

Feng Xiu's face stiffened. With his current strength, he could easily break a wooden stake as thick as a bowl with a single punch.

Even though he didn't use his full strength, it was still something he couldn't withstand.

"Stand still," Feng Xiu said in a deep voice, still surprised.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Feng Shouzhou felt uneasy under his gaze.

Feng Xiu did not answer, and fell into deep thought.

The so-called aptitude for martial arts and the foundation of martial arts largely depend on a person's skeletal structure. The taller the skeletal structure, the more muscle density it can support.

Anyone with eyes could see that Feng Shouzhuo was very strong. Feng Xiu was a little undecided and turned to look at Han Che.

"You give it a try."

At this moment, Han Che also noticed Feng Xiu's doubts and stepped forward.

Reaching out, I placed my hand on Feng Shouzhuo's shoulder and chest, applying slight pressure with my fingers to sense the flow of his qi and blood.

His brows furrowed instantly.

Feng Shou's blank expression turned into fear, and he pleaded, "Xiao Han, be gentle."

"Shut up, who told you to call me 'Little Han'?"

Han Che sternly rebuked him, released his grip, and stopped what he was doing.

He looked at Feng Xiu with a look of shock in his eyes, somewhat dumbfounded.

"Young Master, the Second Young Master's physique..." He swallowed, feeling a dryness at the corners of his mouth.

He directly stated an absurd conclusion that Feng Xiu was unwilling to believe.

"No less than a martial artist who has mastered body refinement!"

"And its foundation is extremely solid." He paused, then added.

Han Che really wanted to say that Feng Shouzhuo's blood and qi foundation was even stronger than Feng Xiu's, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he felt it was a bit of an exaggeration, so he changed his words.

"Even more solid than me."

Feng Shouzhou was confused by their conversation, but he understood the meaning of the sentence and his face immediately lit up with joy.

"Really? Does that mean I'm a martial arts genius?"

Feng Xiu looked at him, also stunned by Han Che's words.

A genius who has mastered body refinement?

A month ago, Feng Shouzhou was still lying in bed, so thin that he was skin and bones and didn't even have the strength to speak.

A month later, he not only had a rosy complexion and a strong physique, but also had a foundation no less than that of a master of body refinement.

Who is the key person among them?

Feng Xiu remained silent, his thoughts flashing through his mind, but then he turned to look at Uncle Zheng, who was still perfecting the boxing manual, and said, "Uncle Zheng, come and test Shou Zhuo's aptitude."

They wanted Zheng Bo to verify it further.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Bo put down his pen, walked over, and reached out to feel Feng Shouzhuo's pulse and bones. His expression gradually became serious, revealing a sense of astonishment he had never seen before.

It is a fact that Su Wantang restored Feng Shouzhuo's vitality through some special means, and his physique was no longer as weak as before.

But no one thought about it from the perspective of martial arts.

"Uncle Zheng, you once said that Uncle Zhou was deficient in qi and blood, but Shou Zhuo is so robust."

As Feng Xiu spoke, a thought flashed through his mind, and he then spoke it aloud in a deep voice.

After Zhou Gang recovered, Feng Xiu told the two of them the inside story. Before he finished speaking, Han Che and Zheng Bo understood what he meant.

Han Che opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped himself.

Zheng Bo remained silent for a long time before slowly sighing, "Unheard of, utterly inconceivable."

Feng Shouzhou wanted to say something more, but seeing Feng Xiu's serious expression, he wisely shut his mouth.

"Go back first." Feng Xiu glared at him. "We'll talk about learning martial arts later."

He shoved the towel into Han Che's hand and ran off in a flash.

The training ground fell silent.

"Yes, that's unheard of. Transferring one's vital energy to another person—has martial arts ever used such a method?"

During this month, Feng Xiu did not only engage in ascetic training.

He also read extensively on medicine, martial arts, the eight extraordinary meridians, acupoints, and meridian circulation.

It can even steal your vital energy and blood—it's unbelievable!

"I have heard of methods for transferring and dispersing power, but these all take time. Su Wantang and Chief Escort Zhou have only met for the first time. This method of transferring power is rather shocking."

Zheng Bo shook his head.

As I thought about it, my heart instantly felt heavy.

Su Wantang's bizarre methods once again surprised everyone.

He had to take drugs and practice asceticism to barely reach the peak of body refinement.

Feng Shouzhuo, despite doing nothing, surpassed the vast majority of martial artists.

Holy crap, just how much do you love him?!