ragginovel Chapter 98 Entering the Tower
Chapter 98 Entering the Tower
Chapter 98 Entering the Tower
Seeing the complexity in his expression, Yang Silang wisely took his leave.
Master Tong was mentally prepared, knowing that the Steel Dirty Realm couldn't stop this young man, but he didn't expect the breakthrough to be so fast. He thought that breaking through next year would be the fastest he could achieve.
Thinking about how he had achieved so much in his life, while others had accomplished the same in just two years of martial arts training, and at such a young age; and then thinking about the troubles of the Tong family, he felt lost and disappointed, not out of jealousy, but out of deep disappointment.
After decades of hard work and self-cultivation, have I wasted all my years on pigs?
Turning to look at Wang Daniu, who was standing timidly to the side, she felt a surge of anger and pointed at him.
"Didn't you become a bronze-skinned martial artist? How's your training going lately? Show this old man your Mountain-Shaking Fist!"
Anyway, Wang Daniu isn't involved in circulating the five internal organs' qi and blood yet; he's only practicing the boxing stances, which doesn't prevent him from learning another boxing style.
Wang Daniu hurriedly unleashed a set of Mountain-Shaking Fist. His copper skin was already formed, and his entire body's skin, bones, and flesh were forged to the limit of ordinary people. With each punch, the air whirred and buzzed, displaying a powerful and majestic force.
Tong Renyuan immediately regained his directorial authority, straightened his back, and scolded him utterly, then made him stand in a stance on the spot to correct his mistakes.
Wang Daniu appeared silent on the surface, but was secretly overjoyed. How could he have such benefits if he hadn't come with Fourth Brother?
The master martial arts expert Gangzhan personally instructed him on every move. To be able to hire someone like that, one must be treated like a scion of a major sect or aristocratic family. How much money must they have saved in the long run?
A pageboy can earn a thousand taels of silver a month. Would you do it?
Xiong Shan and Li Erhu wanted to compete with Lao Niu? Bah—don't even think about it!
One of you should stay home and help your wife try to have a child with the surname Xiong as soon as possible, while the other should grab a knife and seize territory to become a local tyrant. As for such a trivial task as being a page, you should leave it to me, Da Niu.
Now, Yang Silang went out of the courtyard to look for Tong Baisui, but he found no one practicing martial arts there.
Yang Silang was surprised and pulled over a disciple from the courtyard.
"Where is Brother Bai Sui?"
It is true that Tong Baisui broke his ribs. For an ordinary person, it would take a hundred days or so to recover from such a serious injury, and for someone with a weaker constitution, it might take even longer.
However, Tong Baisui is an Iron Bone Martial Master with an exceptionally strong physique and access to healing pills from the martial arts school. For martial artists, breaking bones during training is a common occurrence.
The broken bone happened more than two months ago. Logically speaking, Tong Baisui should have recovered long ago. Given his personality, he would be eager to make up for lost time by practicing the Mountain-Shaking Fist here.
It's really unusual that we can't see anyone.
The disciple looked hesitant, as if he wanted to speak but dared not.
"Um?"
Yang Silang frowned and snorted coldly. The higher a martial artist's level, the heavier their aura becomes. Martial artists are very sensitive and can feel this pressure more clearly.
The disciple shivered, looked around to make sure no one was watching, then crept closer and whispered.
"My senior brother broke his ribs a few days ago and can't practice boxing, which makes him very depressed."
"A classmate invited him out for drinks, but who knew it was a brothel."
"The eldest brother went there more often after that—it's said he took a fancy to a woman."
"Senior Brother Yang, please don't say I told you."
Yang Silang was speechless.
Brother Tong, you're being foolish! That world of pleasures is a hero's grave. You've broken your ribs and instead of resting properly, you're going to ask, "Doesn't Grandpa Tong care?"
He asked in a soft voice.
The disciple's face fell.
"We tried to control it, but we couldn't."
"The teacher was furious and threatened to break his legs!"
"The eldest brother simply stayed overnight at Tianxiang Tower—he's already been there for four or five days."
Yang Silang opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say.
No wonder Master Tong's expression was so complicated when he heard that he had broken through to the Steel-Dirty Realm.
He sighed, there was nothing he could do, so he could only wave his hand and let the disciple leave.
The next day.
Outside the Martial Arts Hall and Martial Arts Pagoda.
More than ten figures stood still.
Some were dressed in military uniforms; some were dressed as scholars; some were spirited warriors; and there was even a proud and beautiful woman dressed in jewels, who was extremely beautiful but had a cold face.
The Martial Arts Tower houses martial arts manuals and other books that are accessible to Grandmasters of Steel Dirty. Therefore, the dozen or so people standing here are all Grandmasters of Steel Dirty.
Last time they came, Yang Silang carried Tong Baisui on his back. The two Iron-Bone Martial Masters were only fit to be invisible. They stood at the back of the line with a few other scholars who had made contributions in the encirclement and suppression of Hong Chai and his companion. They could only enter after the great martial masters had entered, and they had to wait for them to leave first.
This time, he achieved the title of Grand Martial Master. His breathing was deep and his blood and energy were abundant. Some of his fellow candidates came over to congratulate him.
A refined scholar saw him, exclaimed "Eh!", and strolled over in a few steps, as if taking a leisurely walk.
He cupped his hands in greeting to Yang Silang.
"Hey buddy, you look unfamiliar. A newly trained Steel-Dirty Martial Arts Master?"
Yang Silang returned the greeting with a cupped hand, thinking to himself, "You look familiar. Aren't you the martial arts scholar 'Brother Pei' who switched to the Burning Gold Palm because the Taizu Long Fist was too difficult?"
"I am Yang Silang, a Juren (successful candidate in the imperial examination) of Yongchang in the 70th year, and I have indeed just broken through the Steel-Dirty Realm!"
"Oh, quite the little genius! I'm a few years older than you, a military scholar from the 68th year of Yongchang. My name is Pei Buqi!"
"Ah—you can't afford to pay?" Yang Silang was taken aback.
A hint of embarrassment flashed across Pei Buqi's face.
Yang Silang noticed that the cold and beautiful woman not far away smiled slightly before disappearing.
"Sigh, it's not like you said, that I can't afford to pay it back—"
Pei Xiaqi awkwardly explained that his father liked to occupy the lower position, so he named him Xiaqi, which is the reverse of Qixia. However, this homonym is indeed easy to misunderstand.
"Brother Pei—I misunderstood." Yang Silang hurriedly apologized.
Pei Buqi waved his hand dismissively, probably because he was used to being misunderstood.
The two chatted for a few minutes and briefly shared their secrets.
Pei Buqi knew that Yang Silang came from Gongzhou Prefecture, was a martial arts graduate, and practiced Taizu Changquan. Today, he entered the tower to see the Mercury Blood Secret Manual Five Elements Force.
Yang Silang knew that Pei Buqi came from the prestigious Pei family in the provincial capital, but from a branch family, and was quite distant from the main family.
Pei Xiaqi didn't explain it clearly, but Yang Silang guessed that life might not be easy for this branch of the aristocratic family. Otherwise, Pei Xiaqi wouldn't have given up learning the family's unique skills and come to the Martial Scripture Tower to learn the Burning Gold Palm.
After all, Coach Qi Rubai once said that one should not pursue multiple skills before reaching the level of a grandmaster.
Although Pei Xiaqi is a martial arts scholar, judging from his cultivation level, he should not have reached the Mercury Blood Grandmaster realm yet, and it is not the time for him to cultivate martial arts techniques.
The Mercury Blood Master has a distinctive characteristic: his blood and qi are as vigorous as a furnace, and you can feel the temperature rise when you stand next to him.
During the martial arts examination, the deputy examiner was the Mercury Blood Master. From a distance, Yang Silang could see that the air around him seemed to be distorted, clearly different from ordinary people. Only by cultivating special techniques to conceal his inner energy could he hide his special characteristics.
"Brother Yang wants to learn the Five Elements Force?!" Pei Buqi perked up immediately upon hearing this. "Well, how should I put it, you can give it a try."
"If you haven't mastered the basics after several months, you should switch to another major as soon as possible."
"I wasted a year on this before I suddenly realized my mistake and turned to other methods."
"Brother Pei, please give me your guidance." Yang Silang humbly sought instruction.
"I wouldn't call it guidance; it's just some unsuccessful talk. You can take it with a grain of salt."
Pei Buqi pondered for a moment and then explained to Yang Silang.
In general martial arts, once you reach the Mercury Blood Realm, you need to strengthen the true qi in your dantian, then cleanse your body and bones, and finally achieve the goal of replacing your blood with fresh blood.
Once mastered, the blood throughout the body becomes heavy, flowing like mercury, and the skin, bones, muscles, and fascia are able to withstand such heavy blood flow, thus receiving comprehensive strengthening.
A Steel-Dirty Grandmaster can only injure an enemy by penetrating their true energy through their hands and feet, and only has the power to strike a few times. However, at the Mercury-Blood Realm, one must train their entire body to be transparent, allowing them to release true energy. Moreover, their true energy is powerful and continuous, possessing the ability to deliver a series of powerful blows, which is a dimensional reduction attack against a Steel-Dirty Realm cultivator.
Moreover, the blood of mercury-blooded warriors has the power to ward off evil, and is extremely effective against malevolent and evil spirits.
Yang Silang nodded. Qi Rubai and Tong Renyuan had also mentioned these things in bits and pieces, but not as thoroughly as Pei Xiaqi. It seems that this Brother Pei has gone much further than the two of them on the road to breaking through to the Mercury Blood Realm.
He truly deserves to be called a martial arts scholar and a scion of a prominent family.
Pei Xiaqi explained that the Five Elements Strength is difficult because in general martial arts, strengthening one's true qi and circulating it through acupoints is called a "cycle," which is a complete cycle.
Normally, walking along dozens of acupoints or one or two, or even two or three, meridians is sufficient.
The difficulty of the Five Elements Technique lies in the fact that, in order to correspond to the theory of mutual generation and restraint of the five elements in the internal organs, beginners must practice a hundred or so acupoints and walk along five meridians. It is said that if one reaches the Golden Marrow Realm, all twelve meridians must be used simultaneously, and it is not acceptable to miss even one.
Furthermore, in the Mercury Blood Realm, only when all five meridians are practiced in unison can it be considered the Five Elements Power. Even if one is missing, it is considered a mistake. Individually, the Five Elements Power is not difficult, but to practice all five elements together without making a mistake is extremely difficult.
Getting started is difficult, but mastering it is even more difficult; a slight oversight can lead to a backlash.
In this way, the input and output are not proportional. Everyone is trying to reach the Mercury Blood Realm, but you chose the Taizu Long Fist and are still climbing halfway up the mountain. You may take one step forward and three steps back, while others have already reached the top. How do you feel?
Yang Silang blinked and suddenly asked.
"So the Five Elements Technique doesn't have any advantages?"
Pei Buqi shook his head.
"Of course! Those who master the Five Elements Power have several times the true qi of ordinary people at the same level, and it's even said to extend their lifespan!"
"Generally, grandmasters live to be a hundred years old before they begin to age, but the Five Elements Grandmaster is said to live to be a hundred and twenty or thirty, with vigorous blood and energy like a young man, and can live to be around one hundred and fifty."
"However, there are other powerful cultivation techniques in the world. We martial artists strive to be the best and enjoy the present moment. Living so long and dying in bed is not what we want or desire."
"So, brother, I have a piece of advice: learn the Five Elements Technique if you can, but don't waste your time if you can't learn it."
"Take our Jiangdong Province for example. The last Mercury Blood Grandmaster who mastered the Five Elements Force was a hundred years ago."
Yang Silang raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.
Living a long life and having inscriptions is not rare for him, but he really likes this powerful true energy, because the 20% enhancement from the inscriptions will amplify the advantage of powerful true energy.
"Did that senior successfully break through to the Golden Marrow Realm a hundred years ago?" Yang Silang asked curiously.
"Oh, he succeeded, but I heard he was executed for plotting a rebellion."
Yang Silang felt it was unlucky to ask such a question.
It wasn't time to open the tower yet, so the two chatted quietly for a few more minutes.
Perhaps because Yang Silang was also going to choose the Five Elements Force, Pei Xiaqi thought of someone who was going to follow the path of blood and tears that he had taken years ago, and he felt a pang of sympathy. So he quietly gave Yang Silang some pointers to a few people in the team and said a few more words to them.
The aloof woman was Jin Xiangyu, the daughter of Jin Mantang, the richest man in the province and owner of the Liujin Chamber of Commerce. She was somewhat cold and aloof, but not bad once you got to know her. The military officer was Yan Nanxing, the adopted son of General Hei, and a guerrilla fighter.
Yan Nanxing seems to be pursuing Jin Xiangyu, but the woman doesn't seem to regard him differently. He has some magnanimity, but not much, so it's best for him to avoid looking at the woman to avoid trouble.
As for the others, most of them were former military scholars, honorary officials, or even heads of a school. They didn't need to be paid special attention to, and there was no chance of any conflict.
Yang Silang thanked Pei Buqi gratefully.
at this time.
The gate of the Martial Arts Tower creaked open, and everyone fell silent, turning their gazes in unison.
Two grimy instructors emerged and stood guard at the gate, one on each side. One of them coughed and said...
"Same as always, line up to enter. You have one hour and are not allowed to linger."
"No one may walk in groups or talk while inside the tower."
"Everything is being monitored by the tower's patrol officer, Tian Jing. If you break the rules, your next entry into the tower will be cancelled. If you repeat the same mistake, you will never be allowed to enter the Martial Scripture Tower again!"
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