Gou Zai Gaowu Shijie Cheng Shen

Chapter 29 Masterful Swordsmanship, Skill Approaching the Dao! (Please continue reading!)
the next day.

Xu Feng went to the trading area and bought a lot of things.

Having rarely visited a pharmacy, Xu Feng boldly purchased five ordinary "Qi and Blood Potions" for the first time.

This potion, costing 10,000 yuan, is not as good as the one Lu Fei gave me before, but it still has some effect.

In addition, he also bought some auxiliary medicinal baths to improve blood circulation and emergency medicines for treating injuries.

It made up for the necessities I had always lacked.

It cost around 8 yuan in total, which made Xu Feng feel a pang of heartache.

In the following days, Xu Feng quickly returned to his low-key life, going back and forth between his workplace and home every day.

Aside from work, he devoted most of his time to cultivation.

With the help of two doses of Qi and Blood Activating Medicine and a medicinal bath.

In just one week, Xu Feng's Qi and Blood value increased by 10 points!
It's still 3 points short of the 250c health standard for a true beginner-level warrior!

But this improvement goes without saying. What pleased Xu Feng the most was the breakthrough in the White Wolf Saber Technique.

Indeed, after a week of intensive training, Xu Feng's swordsmanship finally reached the master level.

This breakthrough, however, made Xu Feng feel something different.

If the original swordsmanship was limited to the techniques of using force.

The master-level White Wolf Blade, however, allowed Xu Feng to achieve a qualitative breakthrough in body coordination and power generation techniques.

Every move and stance is like instinct, every force and strength is perfectly natural.

After his breakthrough, Xu Feng seemed to have integrated swordsmanship into his very instincts.

With a casual slash, he can unleash the full power he had previously unleashed.

This is exactly the feeling described as effortless and natural.

According to martial arts textbooks, if human strength is rated at 100 points...

If an average person can deliver a full-force punch that scores 50 points, it's considered a good application of their physical strength.

A trained martial artist who can score 70 to 80 points is considered quite talented.

But true martial artists, those who have achieved mastery, can utilize their physical strength to the fullest extent, even to the point of 90% or 100%!

Xu Feng's current state is such that he can easily score 100 points!
When swordsmanship is practiced to this level, it can no longer be considered simple swordsmanship.

If Hsu Feng had to describe it in one word, it would probably be "skill approaching the Tao".

Xu Feng felt as if he were a ferocious wolf when he drew his sword, and even his aura changed.

This feeling is hard to describe.

He didn't know how strong he was now, but he wanted to test the waters.

"Old Xu, have you heard? There was another conflict in the south last night. Four people died, including a senior engineer, I heard!"

Little Fatty Wang Long, carrying a bowl of potato and chicken chunks, talked while spitting out chicken bones, leaving Xu Feng's front door covered in tiny chicken bones like a farmer.

"Senior engineer?" Xu Feng frowned as he looked at the chicken bones on the ground, and asked in surprise, "Don't those people all live in the base's living area? Why would they come to the shantytown?"

"Washing feet? You're the best at that, aren't you?"

Little Fatty chuckled and winked at him.

"Why are you staring at me like that? Do you think I'm that kind of person? Go away, go sweep the floor."

Xu Feng rolled his eyes as he got up and went inside to get another bowl of rice.

"I'll sweep it up after I finish eating," Little Fatty said, adding more rice to his bowl. "This chicken tastes good, doesn't it?"

"Where did you get this from?" Xu Feng asked curiously.

The chicken stewing in this pot was obtained by Little Fatty from somewhere; it smells delicious, and the meat isn't dry at all.

"Hey, I've done some new drug experiments. It's quite effective against mutated creatures at the beast soldier level. It's incredibly useful when hunting."

So Old Huang gave me this chicken as payment for the medicine I gave him.

Little Fatty said smugly.

Xu Feng then remembered that this guy was also a biopharmaceutical engineer.

He immediately retorted with disdain: "No, I mean, you're supposed to be a bioengineer, can't we do something more sophisticated?"
"What kind of skill is it to hunt chickens? Show me a mutated beast-general level creature if you're so capable!"

"Beast General? Bro, if I could create something like that, would I still be playing PUBG with you here?"

The chubby boy rolled his eyes and said, "I heard that the senior engineers at the base eat dragon tendons and tiger bones! Did you know that?"

The meat of the mutated Red Phosphorus Serpent is a top-grade tonic—incredibly tender, incredibly fresh, and incredibly delicious!

There's also soup made from the bones of the Fiery Tiger; drinking it all night allows you to fight nine times! Nine times!!!

"Little Fatty, what do you mean by nine times?" Xiao Dan asked curiously, holding her bowl.

"Don't call me that, I'm your uncle! I call your dad brother!" Little Fatty sensed Xu Feng's murderous aura and quickly changed the subject. "Huh? But you're not that much older than me, Uncle is so old, you're still young."

Xiao Dan spoke to herself.

"Then I have to call your dad 'uncle' too?" Little Fatty was speechless.

"I don't mind," Xu Feng laughed.

"Brother Xu, you must be joking."

Little Fatty said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Xu Feng continued, "So what if he's a senior engineer? He still died in the street."

Little Fatty nodded in deep agreement: "That's true."

As the two were talking, someone carrying some things knocked on the door and said, "Is Brother Xu home?"

Little Fatty glanced at the person entering through the door and whispered to Xu Feng, "Brother Xu, someone else has come to pay their respects."

"Bow my foot!" Xu Feng said irritably, putting down his bowl and leaving.

In the past few days, something else has made him realize that his life has changed.

That is, his house is surrounded by neighbors.

People kept coming to visit and greet us, and they also brought many gifts.

This made Xu Feng very uncomfortable.

When did he become so charismatic? After the murder?

After seeing the visitor off, Xu Feng wiped the sweat from his brow and sat down by the door.

"Here to recruit you again?" Huang Sen emerged from the house at some point, holding a cup of tea, and sat on a recliner by the door with Xiao Pang and Xu Feng.

"Yeah, I finally don't have to go to work today, and I was thinking of taking a break, damn it."

Xu Feng couldn't help but curse.

“That’s normal. Now that you’ve gained some fame, those private organizations all want to recruit you.”

My brother was like that back then, and then he got arrogant and died in a conflict.

Huang Sen chuckled.

"He was completely out of control, like a fan blowing from the foot of the bed. If he had had your level of awareness back then, he wouldn't have died."

Little Fatty scoffed, "Aren't you exaggerating? I think Brother Xu's skills are definitely top-notch."

How beautiful was that woman from the 'Qinghong Club'?
If I had Lao Xu's skills, I'd definitely join her team no matter what!

Xiao Dan was doing her homework in the room, so the three of them talked more freely.

Huang Sen scoffed: "You're just making the big head obey the small head, and the body obey the ox."

Don't you think about it? If what this woman said were really so good, would it be our turn as aspiring martial artists?
Wouldn't it be great for a true martial artist to have a side job? Think about the risks involved; the rewards are completely disproportionate to the risks.

“Old Huang is right. By the way,” Xu Feng nodded in agreement with Huang Sen’s idea, then asked, “Old Huang, have you been going hunting lately?”

"What do you want?" Huang Sen asked curiously.

"I'd like to study with you," Xu Feng said, expressing his thoughts.

"You usually never leave the house, why do you suddenly want to learn hunting from me?"

Huang Sen asked in surprise.

Xu Feng truthfully replied, "I want to gain some practical experience. After thinking it over, hunting is the training method that is closest to not having to fight with people."

"Real combat?" Huang Sen's heart skipped a beat. "Who are you going to kill?"

Xu Feng was immediately dumbfounded: "Can't I even protect myself if I don't kill anyone?"

"Alright, I'll call you next time I go out." Huang Sen nodded and smiled, not caring about anything else.

Then he looked at the chubby boy and asked, "Are you going?"

"Me?" Little Fatty hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I still have new drugs to experiment with."

If it works out, let's not even talk about the big picture; the richest person in the shantytown can probably dream about it.

"Wow! Awesome." Xu Feng and Huang Sen exchanged surprised glances and said at the same time.

"If I become rich and powerful, I will not forget you," Xu Feng said, clasping his hands in a fist salute to the chubby boy.

"Forget it." Huang Sen was sparing with his words.

Little Fatty suddenly jumped up: "Old Huang, are you fucking insulting me?"

"Haha, no, no."

The three of them were in a good mood, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

(End of this chapter)