The First Sage of Military Strategists

Chapter 22 Mountain-Opening Vajra Fist
The Qi family was a prominent clan in the north, and Qi Wufeng was a renowned hero of the Qi family, who led an army in Shu to suppress the barbarians.

If what Yang Wu said is true, he must fight for it.

Once you become Qi Wufeng's personal guard, it's like having a powerful backer, and you'll no longer need to fear the Luo family.

"Alright, go back and keep practicing!" Yang Wu patted Han Qing on the shoulder.

Han Qing bowed slightly, then turned and walked towards the courtyard.

Yang Wu watched his retreating figure and thought to himself, "General Qi has been selecting personal guards all these years. If someone makes a good recommendation, in addition to being rewarded with silver, they can also make a reasonable request to General Qi. Han Qing, you have to work hard. Whether I can escape this quagmire of Baiyun County government depends on you."

...

Dusk was falling.

In the courtyard of Minglu Hall, many young people were exhausted after a day of hard training.

As the others walked toward their own side courtyards, Luo Sheng was stopped by Luo Ying.

"Second Uncle, how did it go? Did Han Qing agree?" Luo Ying asked.

“With me in charge, I doubt Han Qing would dare refuse. However, just in case, you need to study and practice diligently during this period. If you can achieve some success, Han Qing will definitely be no match for you,” Luo Sheng said in a deep voice.

"Small success? There are only a few days left, so there's no point in practicing now," Luo Ying said to himself.

"You're such a lazy bum, if it weren't for your father's sake, I would have given up on you long ago," Luo Sheng said coldly.

"Uncle, don't worry, I'll steal that calligraphy and painting from my father's collection for you another day. It's very valuable; I heard it's the work of the famous Bai family in the capital. I guarantee you'll be satisfied," Luo Ying said with a smile.

He knew that his second uncle was extremely greedy, so catering to his tastes would surely appease him.

Luo Sheng's expression softened as expected. He gave him a cold glance and cursed, "Get lost!"

Luo Ying chuckled and turned to leave.

...

In the blink of an eye, another three days passed.

Han Qing spent his days meditating and his nights practicing the Nine Yin Manual, leading a very fulfilling life.

Without the help of the panel, Han Qing's martial arts progress was very slow. His Soul Refining Technique and martial arts both increased by less than 1% in three days.

However, he also understood that this was the normal state of martial arts training, and that his previous rapid growth was abnormal.

"The Zhige Jing doesn't mention how long it normally takes to reach the Lingmiao Realm, but the difficulty of the Nine Yin Manual is greatly increased. If one's comprehension is average, it will take one to three years to even begin to learn it."

“My physical constitution is excellent, so this time can be shortened, but it’s still too slow,” Han Qingxin said.

He desperately wanted to become an executioner so he could execute more prisoners and his martial arts training would increase dramatically.

Just as he was pondering this, Yang Wu actually came over.

"Han Qing, come with me!"

Han Qing quickly followed, and the two arrived at the familiar archway. Ma Er whistled.
"Kid, take this knife. In a few days, you'll be one of our own. If you need any help, just tell me, Ma Er."

Ma Er laughed and said that after learning that Han Qing was a martial arts prodigy, he thought he should try to build a relationship with him and make a good connection.

"Ma Er, it's not even close to being settled yet, and you're already being so talkative!" Yang Wu glared at him.

Ma Er grinned and said no more.

Han Qing waited patiently for a while, and then a burly man was brought to the square.

“Wei Gang, the chief boxer of Kaishan Martial Arts School, tsk tsk, you’re a real scoundrel. You were eyeing your master’s wife’s body because she was captured, so you killed your master. Zheng Kaishan was a big shot in Baiyun County when he was young. I never thought he would die such a miserable death.” Ma Er muttered from the side.

Yang Wu glared at him again, and Ma Er immediately fell silent.

"Wei Gang, do you know your crime?"

"I deserve to die!" The big man lowered his head, his eyes filled with remorse.

"Let's do it," Yang Wu shouted.

Han Qing could no longer contain his murderous intent. He suddenly swung his knife, and with a flash of light, Wei Gang's head rolled to the ground, and blood splattered five steps away.

Han Qing took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and felt a strange sense of pleasure in his heart. His killing intent was also greatly released. At least for the next few days, he would not have to rely on reading to suppress his bloodlust.

"Go."

Yang Wu took the knife from Han Qing and patted him on the shoulder.

Han Qing bowed slightly, turned and left. In his mind, a white ball of light appeared in front of the Seven Killings Stele, with Wei Gang's face faintly visible within it.

"absorb."

Han Qing's mind stirred, and a large number of fragmented images appeared before him. "Tsk tsk! Master's wife's big butt is really tempting."

...

“Zheng Kaishan is nearly seventy years old, while his wife is only twenty-five. They are truly shameless.”

...

"Master, I'm sorry for tonight!"

...

"Zheng Kaishan, you're courting death! My Kaishan Vajra Fist is already fully mastered. You are old and frail; how could you possibly be my match?"

Wei Gang threw a punch, which struck an old man squarely in the chest. The force of the punch was domineering and fierce, sending the old man flying twenty or thirty steps away. His chest caved in, and blood gushed from his mouth.

At this point, the screen shattered, and a large amount of information appeared in front of Han Qing.

[Please select a martial arts skill to inherit its proficiency level]:
1. Vajra Fist of Opening the Mountain (Mastery 91.2%)

The martial arts style passed down through generations at the Kaishan Martial Arts School in Sichuan is domineering and fierce. When mastered to the highest level, the fist can split stone tablets, shatter tendons and bones.

2. White Ape Roaring Mountain Skill (Mastery 81.2%)

The secret technique for the initial stage of martial arts can condense the White Ape Force, which has the effect of tearing apart muscles and tendons.

3. Tongshan Wei Family Clay Sculpture Method (Beginner Level 21.6%)

The clay sculpting technique passed down through generations of the Wei family in Tongshan, Wu region, can be used to create clay figurines.

4. Mountain-Piercing Leg Technique. (Proficiency 46.2%)

This is a low-level leg technique that originated in the Tongshan area of ​​Wu, but learning it can slightly improve one's leg skills.

...

"Inherit! The Vajra Fist of Mountain Splitter!"

In an instant, a new martial art appeared on the panel: the Vajra Fist of Mountain Splitting, and its proficiency began to rise rapidly.

A flood of information immediately rushed into his mind, with numerous details about this particular style of boxing appearing in his head.

He felt a throbbing pain in his head, but it was still within a tolerable range.

So he spent the whole afternoon learning this Dachengquan style.

As dusk fell, no more new information popped up in Han Qing's mind. On the panel, the proficiency of this fist technique had finally reached the Great Perfection.

On the way back, Han Qing casually threw a few punches forward. Each punch was incredibly smooth and explosive, and a sonic boom could be faintly heard.

"I'm afraid this punch of mine could kill a bull!" Han Qingxin thought to himself.

Previously, he relied mainly on brute force to throw punches, but now it's different. His power generation techniques, punching speed, punching force, and explosive power have all greatly improved.

Wei Gang spent nearly thirty years practicing this boxing style to master it, which shows that this boxing style is extraordinary.

The next morning.

In a side courtyard.

While the other boys were working, Han Qing had already registered with Wang Zhubu and asked for leave to go home.

This was Yang Wu's arrangement; all the martial arts-practicing teenagers were given a day off.

After returning from leave, the assessment will begin the next day.

On the way back, Han Qing passed by the market and bought another fish for the two elders, as well as two new winter clothes.

Although the two elderly people were his adoptive parents, in his eyes they were not relatives, but even closer than relatives.

It was morning, and he thought his parents wouldn't be home, as they were usually busy at the pharmacy at this time.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the door, he heard the two elders' voices drifting out from inside.

"Old man, how are you? Sigh, if you ask me, the common people can't fight against the officials. Wan Fuchun is backed by the Luo family; we can't win!"

"Cough cough! No way! I'd rather die than let that old fox Wan Fuchun get his way!"

This time, it was Han Cheng who spoke. His voice was hoarse and his breathing was short, which was obviously different from his normal state, as if he had a tightness in his chest.

Han Qing's heart sank. He knew that Wan Fuchun must have done something again.

(End of this chapter)