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Zhang Xiaoyu said somewhat anxiously, "I haven't found the feeling yet. Let me try circulating the technique a few more times."

Zhang Xiaoyu had no desire to drink blood.

Lin Feng took out a small knife and a palm-sized iron basin. "Brother Zhang, don't worry, mastering a secret technique isn't so easy."

Zhang Xiaoyu's forehead was already beaded with cold sweat.

This technique relies entirely on mental guidance; to put it bluntly, it's all about imagination.

Imagine guiding the warm flow from your stomach through the meridians into your lower abdomen (Dantian).

It's easy in some ways, and difficult in others.

He reached up and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Xiao Feng, didn't you say that this Bloodthirsty Demon Art is easy to learn but difficult to master? It should be easy to get started, so why don't I feel anything?"

"Even the easiest skill to learn is still a secret technique." Lin Feng cut open the skin of the wild deer and drained a basin of blood. "Brother Zhang, drink some of the blood and try again."

The deer blood didn't have a strong fishy smell, and Zhang Xiaoyu took the iron basin and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking it, Zhang Xiaoyu circulated her internal energy again and immediately felt the warm current in her stomach.

He guided the warm current into his dantian according to the qigong practice route.

When the warm current entered her dantian, Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes instantly turned blood red.

A bloodthirsty and violent desire rose from the depths of his heart.

Lin Feng looked into Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes and unconsciously took a step back.

Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes were a dark red, like a bottomless abyss of blood.

"Awooo!" Zhang Xiaoyu let out a roar that didn't sound human, pounced on the wild deer, and bit down on its neck.

The wild deer struggled desperately, but to no avail.

Zhang Xiaoyu quickly drained the blood from the wild deer's body.

But Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes were still bloodshot.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood up and suddenly turned to look at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng thought Zhang Xiaoyu was already in a daze and would pounce on him, but he didn't expect Zhang Xiaoyu to still be rational.

Zhang Xiaoyu clenched her fists so tightly they cracked, struggling to suppress the bloodlust within her.

Zhang Xiaoyu opened her mouth, which was covered in blood, and said, "Xiaofeng, quick, there's not enough blood, get another one!"

"Wait here." Lin Feng ran into the dense forest and quickly caught another wild boar.

Zhang Xiaoyu bit down into the soft flesh below the wild boar's neck.

After draining the wild boar's blood, Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes returned to normal.

Zhang Xiaoyu felt that her body was full of inexhaustible power.

Bang! Zhang Xiaoyu punched a large tree next to her, knocking off a large piece of bark.

"Ahhh!" Zhang Xiaoyu roared to the sky, "I've mastered it! I've mastered it!"

Lin Feng frowned as he looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's slightly manic appearance.

This bloodthirsty demonic art is too terrifying; I'd better not practice it.

Zhang Xiaoyu's long howl seemed to release the bitterness that had been building up in her heart for a long time.

After venting her anger, Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Lin Feng beside her and said, "Xiao Feng, I've mastered it, and there's no going back."

The seed of demonic energy has been planted. It must drink fresh blood at least once every three days, or it will go into a state of madness.

This demonic art is too evil.

Lin Feng nodded. "This demonic art is indeed very evil."

However, my teacher said that if I master this skill to a high level, I won't need to drink blood like this anymore.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked up at the sky and said confidently, "Then I will definitely be able to reach a high level. I feel that this martial art is very suitable for me."

"On my future path of martial arts, I will surely make rapid progress."

Lin Feng felt that Zhang Xiaoyu was a completely different person; she seemed to have gained a sharp edge.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked to a stream and rinsed the blood out of her mouth, then washed her clothes.

The two cleaned up the deer and wild boar, cutting off and discarding the teeth marks.

Lin Feng roasted the wild deer, and it tasted pretty good.

After finishing the venison, Zhang Xiaoyu carried the cleaned wild boar home with Lin Feng.

Lin Feng felt that Zhang Xiaoyu's blood-drinking in one day was equivalent to someone else's cultivation in a month, and her cultivation speed was quite terrifying.

However, he is far inferior to himself.

.......

After going back.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoyu was in high spirits, Sister-in-law Zhang repeatedly told Lin Feng to take her husband out more often.

After Lin Feng entered the house, he felt that his mother was looking at him strangely.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, um, your wife is looking for you."

Lin Feng then went to the room next door to find Zhou Chunlan.

Zhou Chunlan sat on the bed, her face still slightly flushed.

"My wife, you were looking for me."

Zhou Chunlan took a rolled-up scroll from her bedside and asked, "What is this?"

Lin Feng suddenly remembered, "Oh, this belongs to Master Li next door."

Master Li was afraid that his wife would see it, so he left the erotic picture with me.

I forgot about it after that.

Zhou Chunlan suddenly realized, "Oh, I see. I thought you liked looking at these kinds of paintings."

Lin Feng stepped forward and hugged Zhou Chunlan tightly, saying, "My wife is ten times more beautiful than the beauties in the paintings."

With my wife by my side, why would I need to look at paintings?

Zhou Chunlan's face was flushed, and her hands hung down on Lin Feng's chest. "It's broad daylight, put me down quickly."

Lin Feng kissed Zhou Chunlan on the cheek before putting her down.

Then Lin Feng picked up the scroll and said, "I'll take it back to Master Li right away."

Lin Feng ran into Steward Li when he arrived at the door of Master Li's house.

Butler Li knew that Lin Feng was a good friend of Master Li.

He greeted Lin Feng and asked, "Young Master Lin, what brings you here?"

"Oh, I've brought something for Brother Li." Lin Feng glanced around the courtyard, thinking to himself that he hoped Madam Li wouldn't see him.

Is Madam home today?

Butler Li was taken aback. "Madam? There is no madam in the manor. Madam passed away many years ago."

Moreover, the master has always been devoted to his wife, and has never married or taken a concubine all these years.

Lin Feng was a little puzzled. If that was the case, why did Brother Li keep the erotic pictures with him?

At this moment, Master Li walked over from the side.

Master Li was just nearby and seemed to have overheard Steward Li's words.

Butler Li felt he might have said something wrong and unconsciously lowered his head.

Butler Li's words seemed to have stirred up painful memories for Master Li.

Master Li was in low spirits. He walked up to Lin Feng and said, "Have a drink!"

Lin Feng said, "I will use tea instead of wine."

"it is good."

The two sat in the pavilion in the backyard, with a pot of tea, a pot of wine, and a table of side dishes.

Lin Feng and Master Li drank for a while, and Master Li got drunk after drinking very little.

When you're in a bad mood, it's not the alcohol that makes you drunk, it's your mood that makes you drunk.

Li, still feeling dizzy, said, "Brother Lin, actually I'm quite envious of you."

Your family is harmonious and free from illness and disaster.

Unlike me, I lost both my parents at a young age, and my wife passed away before I became successful.

My wife has suffered so much with me.

She worked for a wealthy man to raise enough capital for me to start a business, which ruined her health.

Now I am very wealthy and live a good life, but she is no longer here.

You lie buried beneath the earth, your bones turned to dust; I, on earth, remain with my head covered in snow.

The greatest suffering in life is unrequited love, and the greatest distance is being separated by death.

I truly wish she were alive to share my wealth and prosperity.

Master Li hiccuped and pointed towards the main room, "No, my wife is still here. She's waiting for me at home."

"Brother Lin, take the erotic pictures with you. My wife can't see them."

In the end, Lin Feng could only sigh and take the erotic pictures home again.

Unexpectedly, Master Li is a sentimental and nostalgic person.

There are only two kinds of people in this world who are most easily hurt: those who are sentimental and those who are too nostalgic.

Master Li had taken everything; the pain in his heart was beyond words, and he was probably even a little neurotic.

However, this incident also reminded Lin Feng that he needed to quickly buy a few maids to replace his mother and wife in doing chores.

This would free mothers and wives from heavy housework, allowing them to use their time to learn martial arts to improve their health and live longer.

Lin Feng didn't want to reach the pinnacle of martial arts only to find himself all alone when he looked back.