The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 65 Immaculate (Part 1)

"Take me there."

"Yes."

Guided by the butler, Uncle Chen, Fu Juemin soon arrived at a room in the backyard of the house.

The room wasn't large; the floor in the middle of the room had been hollowed out to create a square pool.

At this moment, the pool is filled with boiling hot water, and the rising steam makes the whole room misty, like a sauna.

This is a medicinal bath room that Fu Juemin specially commissioned to be made for his breakthrough in learning "The Medicine Master's Glass Body".

Next door to the room is the Fu family's water room, which can provide hot water 24 hours a day. The introductory medicinal bath in "The Medicine Master's Glass Body" requires maintaining a scalding hot water temperature for a long time.

Fu Juemin reached out to test the temperature and, finding it to be about right, then ordered the medicine to be administered.

Several medicine dispensers specially found from Xing'an Hall walked directly to the center of the pool, a circular pool that was slightly larger than a normal bath tub and was separated from the rest of the pool.

Then, one by one, the prepared medicinal bath ingredients were poured in and stirred with a long bamboo pole.

The actual medicinal bath is the central circular pool, while the outer square pool is only used for water changing and heat preservation.

After completing all the preliminary steps, Fu Juemin dismissed everyone, took off his clothes, and stepped into the circular pool.

The 80-degree medicinal soup, carrying a pungent bitter smell, washed over his chest. For Fu Juemin, who had already completed the two stages of skin tempering and bone forging, entered the Iron Armor Skill, and had a defense attribute of 11 points, this temperature was not enough to burn him; he only felt a slight discomfort.

He took a deep breath and sank into the soup, then held his breath and practiced the five strange movements of the "Medicine Buddha Purification Diagram" in the water, while silently reciting the entire Medicine Buddha Sutra.

Once, twice
Fu Juemin was in a clear and tranquil state of mind, and he didn't know how many times he had repeated the five movements.

Until he awoke from his meditation and broke free of the water.

The medicinal soup in the pool was still boiling hot, but its medicinal properties had evaporated, and it had lost its original color.

"Failed?"

Fu Juemin sensed the changes within himself and checked his character panel, forced to accept this reality.

Although he felt disappointed, it was within his expectations.

If he were to succeed in practicing this innate external martial arts technique with his acquired physique on the first try, it would be truly surprising.

"Medicinal baths and body cleansing exercises are fine; the key issue is probably my state of mind."

Fu Juemin's psychological analysis.

Although he has been diligently reciting the Medicine Buddha Sutra, he still doesn't quite understand the so-called "immaculate meaning," as if looking at flowers through a fog.

Fu Juemin, thinking that if he couldn't figure it out after going back, he would try to ask Li Tong for advice. He came out of the pool, dried himself off, and put his clothes back on.

After instructing his men to clean the medicinal bath, Fu Juemin left the bathing room.

As soon as he came out, he saw Qian Fei walking hurriedly towards him with his head down.

"Master."

Qian Fei looked as if he had something important to report.

"explain."

Fu Juemin spoke, and Qian Fei lowered his voice and leaned closer to say quickly, "Second Master asked me to tell you that there's been some movement from Zhao Xinhua's side."

"Um?!"

Fu Juemin's expression shifted as he listened to Qian Fei continue.

"The Black Shark Gang's watchmen have caught him in close contact with several unfamiliar faces from outside the city these past few days, as if they were discussing something."

"...The day before yesterday, these people left the city again, and the Second Master has already sent people to follow them."

We will notify you as soon as we have any news.

As Fu Juemin listened to Qian Fei's report, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

If he had been told this news from the beginning, he might have discovered Zhao Xinhua and the others' conspiracy long ago by using [Eavesdropping].

Now, it's naturally too late. We can only hope that the subordinates my second uncle has arranged are capable enough.

"Okay, I see."

Fu Juemin nodded, but Qian Fei still looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Is there anything else?" Qian Fei gritted his teeth and said quickly, "There is indeed one more thing."

"what?"

"Second Master is injured."

It was Song Lin's men who did it!

? !
Fu Juemin's expression hardened, and his previously relaxed shoulders and back instantly straightened.

After a few breaths, Fu Juemin spoke, his voice carrying a hint of coldness that was barely perceptible.

"I'm going to find him now."

"Young Master, please stop!"

Qian Fei smiled wryly and persuaded him to stop, "Second Master forbade us to talk about this. He specifically instructed that you must not go to him in the near future."

His injury was actually not serious.

Fu Juemin's gaze lingered on Qian Fei's face for a long time before he finally exhaled softly and nodded, saying, "Alright."

Ten days later.

The Fu family's training room.

A dozen or so burly men dressed in tight-fitting clothes, armed with weapons, surrounded a figure standing in the center of the field.

Suddenly, as if receiving some unified signal, more than a dozen people attacked the figure simultaneously.

In an instant, the training room was filled with flashing swords and the sound of weapons clashing, like a sudden downpour.

This chaotic battle lasted only a dozen breaths before a low shout was heard from within the arena, followed by a burst of brilliant silver light.
"Dang Dang Dang——"

A dozen or so crisp sounds of weapons clashing rang out in a line, interspersed with a few clear "crack" sounds of breaking. A terrifying aura erupted from the center of the arena, as if a ring of air was exploding outwards, sweeping out like a hurricane, and all the dozen or so figures were blown away.

"Tear--"

Immediately following, another streak of silver light shot out like a bolt of lightning, tearing through the air and fiercely striking a man in his forties with a square face among the retreating crowd.

The latter's long sword had broken in the middle, and he was now only holding half of the blade.

Seeing the blade hurtling towards him, he was caught off guard and had no way to defend himself. He could only watch helplessly as the terrifying blade slashed down on him.
"call--"

The flash of light suddenly vanished, leaving only the lingering wind from the long blade whipping against the man's face.

The man's eyes widened, whether from shock or horror, he stood frozen in place, as if completely frozen.

Not only him, but the rest of the attackers who had been overturned and driven back all had expressions of shock and horror on their faces.

After a long while, a deep voice was heard faintly.

Let's stop here for today.

At this moment, the middle-aged man, who had been stunned, suddenly came to his senses. He then bowed to the imposing figure holding a knife in the center of the room with a complicated expression, and walked straight out of the training room without saying a word.

The remaining strong men also left, and as they went, whispers among themselves could be faintly heard—"Young Master's knife is getting more and more terrifying," "Unstoppable, utterly unstoppable."

After almost everyone had left, Fu Juemin slowly calmed down from the afterglow of the previous battle.

He was drenched in sweat. After taking off his training clothes, his slightly bronze skin gleamed under the light, and his bare upper body muscles bulged out, rising and falling rhythmically like the tide with his breathing.

He looked much stronger and more robust than before, like a leopard that had just returned from a battle, with every muscle exuding a primal and dangerous power.

"While my mastery of medicine remains stubbornly slow to advance, my strength is increasing rapidly."

Fu Juemin looked at the short knife in his hand, his face showing an expression that was hard to tell whether he was happy or annoyed.

These days, whether it was the natural enhancement of his physique brought about by the continuous increase in blood and qi after blood cultivation, or the failure of his two attempts to break through the "Pharmacist's Glazed Body" but his body absorbed some of the medicinal power in the medicinal bath, or the progress he made in swordsmanship, his [Attack] attribute has been increasing continuously, soaring to a height of 18 points in one go.

It's a full 4 points more than when I first broke through to the Blood Refinement stage!
Even when Cao Tian broke through, the increase was not this exaggerated.

Fu Juemin has roughly tested it, and the strength of his one hand has now reached an astonishing 500-600 jin.

Even some martial artists who have broken through the blood barrier may not be able to reach this level.

The force he exerted when he attacked was even more terrifying. This was the main reason why he was able to easily kill more than a dozen Bone Forging soldiers and even break several weapons with just a short sword.

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(End of this chapter)