The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 71 Confession
"If the effect of a talent can increase with the growth of [Life], then the importance of the [Life] attribute becomes even greater..."

If it weren't for the advancement of the [Pharmacist's Glazed Body] skill, which increased his health by 5 points in one go, Fu Juemin wouldn't have felt it so clearly.

However, whether it is truly as he guessed remains to be seen until he experiments with [Soft Bones].

With the enhanced effect of [Listening], Fu Juemin no longer needs to get as close as before.

He pushed his cart to the base of the wall of the Hu residence, pretended to urinate, and stood facing the wall.

The two Xuan-level guards beside Song Lin were a scarred, burly man and an old man with gray hair. According to Fu Juemin's listening, the latter's breathing was much longer than the former's.

This also confirms the strength of the two individuals; even among those at the Tongxuan level, the difference between them could be extremely significant.

Fu Juemin listened attentively. During this time, several groups of people came and went through the gate of the Hu residence. Lights flickered on and off. There were people wrapped in blankets, covered in blood, who were put into cars as soon as they came out and headed straight for the city's traditional Chinese medicine clinic.

Until the slow, clear sound of the third watch clapper came from afar.

"Bang—bang—bang"

At midnight, Fu Juemin finally put away [Youling] and slowly walked out of the shadows under the wall.

Taking out the tonic pills he had prepared beforehand from his pocket, Fu Juemin popped them into his mouth one by one to replenish the energy and blood consumed while maintaining [Youling] for a long time. He then got on his bicycle and slowly rode back the way he came.

Qi and blood are probably also linked to life, and Fu Juemin clearly felt that his energy expenditure had decreased significantly today.

As for how much progress has been made in the Blood Refining Realm, it's not clear.

Based on Fu Juemin's understanding of panel attributes, if the [Life] attribute represents "foundation", then his foundation has become stronger, and it should take a process to transform into Qi and Blood.

Li Tong had briefly mentioned the cultivation of the Blood Refining Realm to him before.

According to Li Tong, each martial artist's gains and progress in the Blood Refining Realm are different.

The more solid one's martial arts foundation, the more qi and blood one needs to accumulate in the Blood Refining Realm. When the qi and blood rise to the point where they can rise no further, that is when one touches the so-called "blood barrier".

As for how to break through the blood barrier, the methods vary from person to person.
As Fu Juemin was thinking, before he knew it, he had ridden his bicycle out of the city's residential area.

We passed through a long street, which used to be the site of the Luanhe County Confucian Temple. There was an academy and an ancestral hall on each side, but they are basically abandoned and there are few people living nearby.

Fu Juemin rode his bicycle down the street. The moonlight shone down coldly, and a thin mist rose in the middle of the night. In the distance, there were sporadic barks of dogs.

"Crunch—crunch—"

The sound of the bicycle chain rubbing against the chain case was particularly clear on the quiet street.

suddenly
The sound stopped suddenly!

Fu Juemin slowly got out of the car and looked at a figure that had appeared out of nowhere on the street directly in front of him.

The latter had his back to him, and the moonlight cast his long, thin shadow on the bluestone street.

For some reason, Fu Juemin felt that the person who had inexplicably appeared in front of him was somewhat familiar, and his night vision, which he was so proud of, seemed to have suddenly lost its effectiveness on this person, and he could not make out the other person's specific figure and outline no matter what he did.

It's like looking through an invisible veil, blurry and indistinct.

Fu Juemin slowly reached for the revolver at his waist and lightly flicked the hammer.
Just as he was about to draw his gun, "Whoosh—"

Under the moonlight, the figure flickered slightly and then appeared like a ghost less than five meters away from him.

"boom!"

A gunshot shattered the silence of the long street.

Fu Juemin fired his gun quickly, but the next second he saw a figure walking towards him leisurely, one hand behind his back and the other casually tossed aside.

He scattered a few brass bullets on the ground as if he were casually scattering a handful of beans, making a few crisp "clinking" sounds.

Profound knowledge?!
Another profound mystery?!
Where did all these Xuanwu Martial Masters come from in such a tiny place as the Luan River?!
Fu Juemin was horrified, his scalp tingling. Without further thought, he drew his short knife from his waist, his eyes turning cold, and slashed directly at the person in front of him.

The instant he drew his sword, an invisible and immense force seemed to surge upwards from his spine. His previously well-proportioned back muscles suddenly bulged, stretching his slightly loose clothing until it was taut, even tearing—

"Tear--"

Beneath his tattered clothes, a faint dark sheen flowed across Fu Juemin's ivory-colored, muscular back, like a black python emerging from the white mountains.

The terrifying power of the 19-point attack traveled through the surging muscles all the way to his right palm.

In an instant, all the surrounding moonlight seemed to be absorbed and gathered on the thin line of the blade.

Crystal Pure Light Slash!

"call--"

With a terrifying whooshing sound, Fu Juemin unleashed a slash, the man and the blade seemingly forming a brilliant white rainbow in the air.

As his all-out, straight slash reached his opponent, he saw the other man suddenly inhale, his chest heaving high.
"clang--"

The short knife fell as if it had struck an incredibly hard and thick iron plate. The force of the recoil was so great that Fu Juemin almost lost his grip on the knife.

Words cannot express the shock Fu Juemin felt at that moment. He subconsciously looked up, but when he saw the other person's face clearly, he suddenly froze.

"Li Tong, Uncle Tong?"

Fu Juemin blinked, then sat up in astonishment. "It's you?"

Under the moonlight, the invisible veil covering the newcomer dissipated, revealing Li Tong's deeply lined and aged face.

At this moment, his face was also filled with an indescribable mix of complexity and astonishment.

"I didn't expect that."

Li Tong looked at Fu Juemin and slowly said, "In less than two months, young master has actually cultivated the 'Pharmacist's Glazed Body' to such a level."

The night watchman walked slowly down the street, striking his clapper.

Under the imposing signboard of Fu Rui Lou, a group of people were still exchanging pleasantries and saying goodbye.

"I'll treat everyone to another gathering another day!"

"I thoroughly enjoyed myself tonight! Thank you so much, Mr. Xu, for your hospitality..."

"Mr. Xu, please wait."

"Goodbye, goodbye"

Xu Shirong chuckled as he saw each of his invited guests off to their carriages. Once the carriages and horses had dispersed, he took the hangover tea offered by a servant, rinsed his mouth, and regained his composure. Then, looking at Xu Leyi beside him, he said, "Want to take a walk with your father?"

Xu Leyi nodded obediently, and the father and daughter began to stroll along the long street, while the accompanying driver and maid followed far behind.

"It seems that Father has finally come to a complete decision about hosting tonight's banquet."

After walking for a while, Xu Leyi spoke first, her words tinged with sarcasm.

Xu Shirong was unfazed by the barbed words in his daughter's speech. After a moment of contemplation, he spoke slowly.

"When I first came to Luanhe, I was just a worker at the Xinzhao Dyehouse, responsible for moving goods and disposing of raw materials."

Later, when he delivered goods to the Fu family, he caught the eye of Fu Guosheng, and gradually, he opened his own dyeing workshop, cloth shop, and weaving factory.
Over the years, it is precisely because I listened to Fu Guosheng and abided by the rules set by the Fu family that I, Xu Shirong, have been able to get to where I am today and that our Xu family has achieved its current success.”

"pity.."

Xu Shirong paused slightly, looked up at the moon in the sky, and sighed softly: "The one who sets the rules in Luanhe River now is no longer Fu Guosheng, nor is it the Fu family."

(End of this chapter)