All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Duan Yanqing did not answer immediately. He slowly put down his cane and tried to walk on his own two feet.

Having not set foot on the ground for many years, his gait looked rather unfamiliar and strange.

"My legs have now recovered, and I just need some time to readjust before I can function normally."

Duan Yanqing stopped and looked at Zhang Cheng. "But why are the scars on my body still there?"

In his mind, limb regeneration and meridian restoration were far more difficult than treating a few scars. Since the most difficult parts had been healed, why were these mere scars left behind?

Zhang Cheng thought for a moment and explained, "My method is to nourish your body with a vital internal force to make up for the deficiencies."

The knife wounds on your body have all healed completely; there was no damage, so they didn't require medical treatment.

Duan Yanqing reacted very quickly: "I see."

His eyes flickered slightly, and he raised his right hand, pressing it against his face. "In other words—all we need to do is let them 'lose money again'."

With a single flick of his fingertip, he tore off his entire sheet of dough!

"Ah—!" Two screams came from not far away.

Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing had put down the silk scroll at some point and were looking in their direction.

Upon witnessing this scene, both of them turned pale. Zhong Ling was so frightened that she covered her eyes and hid behind Mu Wanqing.

Zhang Cheng watched and couldn't help but admire in his heart: What a ruthless person.

Although he had done things like stab himself a couple of times to increase his damage resistance with the "Thousand Hammers and Hundred Refinements" technique, the visual impact of Duan Yanqing tearing off his own face was far more shocking than him stabbing himself twice.

"Is everything alright now?" Even with Duan Yanqing's amazing willpower, he couldn't help but breathe heavily as he spoke.

"It's all right now." Seeing that the other person's face was covered in blood and gore, Zhang Cheng quickly told Duan Yanqing to sit down cross-legged, while he went around behind him and lay down against his back.

As the [Iron Cavalry Follows] skill was activated, the life-giving power surged into Duan Yanqing's body once again.

Duan Yanqing closed his eyes to regulate his breathing and stopped speaking.

Is it a battle between a pure-hearted playboy and a madman? That sounds interesting.

Zhang Cheng lay on his back, idly thinking.

Speaking of Dao Baifeng, she was quite the eccentric one. No, it should be said that there wasn't a single normal person in Prince Duan's harem.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng glanced at the two girls not far away.

The two little ones had calmed down by now, but their eyes still kept glancing this way. Seeing the flesh on Duan Yanqing's face slowly writhing and healing, Zhong Ling couldn't help but shiver and moved closer to Mu Wanqing.

Mu Wanqing was actually a bit erratic. In comparison, Zhong Ling was much better.

At least she has a complete family. Although her parents are one stubborn and the other scheming, they at least doted on her like a precious jewel.

This girl's lively and cheerful personality shows how important the family environment is.

As Zhang Cheng was pondering this, he noticed that Mu and Zhong were looking in his direction, so he immediately turned his gaze away and continued to study how to improve the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique).

……

Time flies, and Zhang Cheng and his group have arrived in the outskirts of Dali City.

Without Zhang Cheng's support, even though Black Rose is a thoroughbred, its speed cannot match that of a master like Yue Laosan.

Zhang Cheng decided not to rush and took his time, stopping and going along the way.

In the past few days, he also triggered his sense of righteousness several times, and took care of a few groups of bandits and tyrants for others.

Including the gains he made while rescuing Zhong Ling at the North Manor of Wanjie Valley, his progress has now reached [Lv2 Swordsman 67%].

In addition, he has been learning the Duan family sword technique and the One-Finger Divine Skill from Duan Yanqing these past few days.

Speaking of this, Zhang Cheng still doesn't understand—did Duan Yanqing take a detached view of sectarianism, was too grateful for the favor, or simply felt that it wouldn't hurt to pass on these skills to Zhang Cheng?

However, he was too lazy to investigate further. Anyway, he just asked the question; if the other party was willing to teach, he would learn; if not, he didn't care.

In addition, after several days of repeated attempts, Zhang Cheng finally succeeded in deducing a completely new internal skill based on the "Lingbo Weibu" technique.

He named it "You Can Practice Standing Up".

At first, he naturally encountered many failures. Later, he realized that with his abnormal regenerative abilities, there was no need to pursue perfection. As long as the impact on his meridians was kept within a tolerable range, that would be enough.

In this way, the precision required for controlling internal energy in this technique was greatly reduced, and he managed to create a unique skill that only he could practice.

Although this technique places a heavy burden on the meridians, it accumulates internal energy much faster than the original "Lingbo Weibu" and far surpasses "Beiming Divine Skill".

With this self-created "divine skill," Zhang Cheng has now completely calmed down the conflicting internal forces within his body and turned them into his own, steadily advancing his cultivation to the first tier below the Four Great Masters.

Duan Yanqing also benefited along with Zhang Cheng.

The skin he had torn off his face had healed completely with Zhang Cheng's help.

The new skin is smooth and flawless, a stark contrast to its previous scarred appearance.

When he passed through a small town, he even bought a new set of clothes.

Now, dressed in a moon-white robe, with a jade belt around his waist and a folding fan in his hand, he showed no signs of old age due to his profound internal strength. If one ignored his graying hair, he would look no different from a beardless rich young master.

In the past few days, his internal strength has recovered to about 60-70% through practicing the "Lingbo Weibu" technique.

Considering that his meridians were reconnected and he was able to circulate qi normally, the power of his One-Finger Divine Skill greatly increased; and because he had gotten rid of his disability and practiced the Lingbo Steps, his movement skills were even better than before.

Although their overall strength is not yet at the level of the "weak four masters" when they confronted the masked man, it is comparable to their strength before it was damaged.

In addition, Duan Yanqing has become quite familiar with the two little ones during this time.

Although Mu Wanqing remained somewhat wary, her attitude was now quite friendly. As for Zhong Ling—judging by his enthusiasm, he was practically on par with Duan Yanqing, treating him like a brother.

After Zhang Cheng told Duan Yanqing that the two children were also of Duan blood, he was happy to teach them some martial arts.

Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling have switched to practicing the Northern Darkness Divine Art these past few days and have also learned the Lingbo Steps.

However, both of them currently have shallow internal energy, and there is still some risk in using Lingbo Weibu. At this stage, they mainly rely on Beiming to accumulate internal energy.

Duan Yanqing also took the time to teach them some Duan family sword techniques, and the two of them made great progress in their martial arts.

Dali City. The city gates are majestic, and pedestrians are everywhere.

As soon as the four men and one horse entered the city, they immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Leading the way was a burly man in black, exuding an imposing aura; beside him was a woman in black, with a beautiful face and a slender figure.

Following behind was a young girl in a green dress, with a round face, smiling and looking around; at the very back was a man in a white robe, with a handsome face, but his hair was gray, making him look somewhat strange.

Add to that the magnificent black horse, and it's hard for such a group not to attract attention.