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The sky had just turned dark.

Zhang Feng returned to his palace.

“All of you, leave.”

He dismissed everyone around him, waiting for the maids and eunuchs to exit.

Zhang Feng then took out the 'forbidden book', 《Boundless Finger》, from his bosom.

He opened it with curiosity and anticipation.

Zhang Feng saw that the first page was a standard human anatomy diagram, with acupuncture points marked on both palms and forearms, as well as several faint dotted lines.

‘These should be the parts to train when practicing the exercises?’

Zhang Feng guessed in his heart for a few breaths, then continued to flip through it.

The following pages were still filled with diagrams, but the dotted lines were much fewer, and the human figures in the diagrams were posing in different ways.

Beneath the diagrams, there were also some textual annotations, all about the practice methods of ‘Boundless Finger’, densely packed, wishing to fill every blank space on the pages.

After seeing this, Zhang Feng stopped overthinking and immersed himself in the new knowledge, carefully observing.

With Zhang Feng's experience as a grandmaster of combat, coupled with his memory of human physiology and meridians, he could easily understand these force exertion movements and small-character explanations.

However, because it was new knowledge and a new practice method,

Zhang Feng couldn't help but take a look, pause for a moment, and then compare the patterns before and after, forming a coherent whole to avoid mistakes.

For a time, there was only the slight sound of turning pages in the hall.

… …

About an hour later.

The sky was completely dark.

Zhang Feng finally took a deep breath and closed the secret manual.

‘I understand.’

Zhang Feng squatted slightly, forcefully reaching forward with both hands, fingers bent upwards, quickly adopting the practice stance from the book, perfectly standard.

After holding the pose for a while, when he felt some numbness in his hands and wrists.

Zhang Feng suddenly exerted force, pushing both hands to the sides, and for a moment, the blood in his arms seemed to surge towards the flung-out hands.

This was the first step in training Qi and blood strength, ‘Gathering Blood’.

The second step was ‘Opening the Spirit’.

However, Opening the Spirit required a rare medicine called ‘Rock Fruit’ to smear on the flesh to ‘Open the Spirit’.

After Opening the Spirit, ‘Qi and blood energy’ could be generated in the flesh of the palms and fingers.

And what seemed complex, in reality, gathering Qi and Opening the Spirit only required smearing the fruit.

On the contrary, ‘Gathering Blood’, which Zhang Feng could easily achieve now, was the most difficult step in this.

Because if one's grasp of their own strength was not deep enough, they couldn't even reach the entry level.

Especially in this book, from beginning to end, it talked about how to ‘Gather Blood’ in both hands, as if wishing to crush the words and feed them all into the mouths of ‘beginners’.

As for ‘Opening the Spirit and Condensing Qi’, there was only one sentence in the book.

For [After Gathering Blood, Rock Fruit Opens the Spirit, then Blood Qi is formed]

‘Rock Fruit…’

Zhang Feng began to ponder this medicinal material.

When he bid farewell to Zheng Daru before, Zheng Daru had said that this medicine was generally found in the extremely remote border of Nanshan.

But this medicine was also a famous medicine that could treat wind-cold bone pain, so Lin City, where rare treasures from all over the world gathered, must also have it.

It's just that, like the secret manual, it was a forbidden medicine, and it was very difficult to buy it openly.

But compared to Gathering Blood, buying something was much easier.

As for the most difficult Gathering Blood?

Zhang Feng looked at his arms and then at his legs.

Whoosh!

Zhang Feng shook his arms, and the blood in his arms gathered.

Bang!

Zhang Feng lowered his waist and assumed a horse stance, his legs slightly bent, and the blood in his legs could also gather.

Zhang Feng drew inferences from each other, using a technique of ‘gathering blood and Qi in the palms’ as a guide, and then directly gathered the blood and Qi in his arms and legs together.

‘With my ever-changing strength, as long as there is a technique as a guide, then gathering the Qi and blood in my limbs is as easy as flipping my hand.

Now all that's left is to buy the fruit and see if I can gather blood and Qi in all four limbs.’

Zhang Feng thought for a while and then began to repeat the previous Gathering Blood practice.

Because Zhang Feng deeply understood that there was no fruit now, thinking about it was just thinking, it was better to practice more to see if he could also open up the Qi and blood in his feet.

Moreover, the practice method of Gathering Blood could also be applied to the force exertion technique, making the explosive force heavier.

It's just that the power accumulation takes a bit long.

Zhang Feng was now trying to shorten this time.

The method was to practice more and form muscle memory.

And as he practiced, a strange idea emerged in Zhang Feng's mind,

‘I wonder what the feeling of Rock Fruit Opening the Spirit is like.

If I could experience the “Opening the Spirit feeling”, I feel that as long as I have enough knowledge reserves in the future, I should be able to reverse engineer the Opening the Spirit principle.

In the end, it's all skills that people can develop, so there must be traces to follow.

Maybe, by then, without Rock Fruit, I can also Open the Spirit in other worlds, or use other medicines with similar medicinal properties as substitutes.’

Zhang Feng thought, feeling that Rock Fruit was no longer like a medicinal material, but rather like a ‘new cultivation knowledge’.

It could be ‘learned’.

… …

Night.

Two eunuchs came to deliver food.

A plate of steamed fish, a roast chicken, three pounds of braised pork, and half a bear paw.

Rice, a bucket the size of a football, filled halfway.

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Zhang Feng saw that the food had arrived and began to eat.

And in these ten years.

Although Zhang Feng had not used medicinal materials to open his meridians, he ate feasts of bear paws and tiger bones every day.

His strength was very solid.

His weight seemed to be 370 pounds, but his physique was only 290 pounds.

Moreover, his body was still growing, and Zhang Feng felt that he could still eat.

370 pounds had not yet reached the limit of what his internal organs could bear.

At the same time, Zhang Feng was eating while also planning for the future.

‘I'm going to practice Qi and blood strength in the future, it sounds like a strength skill.’

Zhang Feng thought, biting off a chicken leg in one bite, and when he ate the bones, they crunched like chewing a cucumber.

After chewing a few times, he swallowed the bones and meat together into his stomach.

‘Since it's a strength skill, I need even more energy, it seems I have to add more meals.’

Zhang Feng thought as he ate, and soon finished the entire feast.

Even though the surrounding eunuchs were already accustomed to the Seventh Prince's ‘large appetite’, they were still a little surprised when they saw that this large table of dishes, enough for an ordinary family of five, was all eaten by the Seventh Prince.

“Little Wu.” Zhang Feng saw that the eunuchs were not leaving, so he asked the leader: “Is there something wrong?”

“Reporting to the Seventh Prince…” The eunuch quickly restrained his surprise, bowed and reported: “The Empress wants to see you.”

… …

Outside the Changxiang Main Hall.

Zhang Feng strode up the steps.

“Seventh Prince!” The Palace Steward, now over fifty years old, still smiled gently as she supported Zhang Feng.

And she was now truly an old nanny, with very deep qualifications in the palace.

To say that she could summon wind and rain was already underestimating her.

Because she was now almost like Rong嬷嬷 in 《还珠格格》, she could really use needles to prick the unfavored concubines.

After entering the hall.

“Your Majesty.” The Palace Steward said to the figure behind the curtain, whose figure was no longer so thin: “The Seventh Prince has arrived.”

“You may leave.” A dignified and luxurious female voice came from behind the curtain.

“Yes.”

Then, the Palace Steward, who could prick the concubines with needles, retreated to outside the hall with the surrounding palace maids.

“Mother.” Zhang Feng greeted, then took the initiative to sit by the tea table and make tea for his mother.

He just glanced slightly.

This tea was never brewed from beginning to end, and even the water was not boiled.

Zhang Feng thought for a while, then knew that this was his mother wanting him to accompany her and talk a little more.

Because he usually left immediately after asking for peace and offering tea.

“Feng'er.” At this time, the Empress Mother walked out from behind the jade curtain, the smile on her face already showing obvious wrinkles, “Tomorrow you will go out of the palace to see the new mansion.

Will you still come back often to see Mother in the future?”

“What this son says doesn't count.” Zhang Feng began to boil the tea, “Although I am a prince, I cannot enter and leave the palace at will.”

“Not so.” The Empress shook her head, sat opposite Zhang Feng, and grabbed Zhang Feng's sleeve, “For a child to see his mother, following the ancestral etiquette, it is a matter of course, why can't you come?”

“But the ruler comes first.” Zhang Feng replied: “The law cannot be violated.”

“Why not?” The Empress usually reasoned, but now she said unreasonably: “How can my Feng'er be the same as the children of other concubines?

How dare they compare to my Feng'er?”