Chapter 3

Standing by the carriage window, Zongshou slightly raised his wrist, and a black shadow instantly shot out from his sleeve. In a moment, it had already reached twenty zhang outside the carriage, firmly nailing itself to a small tree with a light "thud."

"Half a millimeter to the left!"

After someone took control, the speed of the Fanyun carriage increased even more. The small tree, which was used as a target, flashed past in the field of vision and disappeared in an instant.

However, Zongshou squinted his eyes, his sharp gaze like an eagle, clearly seeing that the flying knife he had made from ironwood had slightly deviated to the left.

Since the day they stopped to rest, three days had passed, and they had not stopped since then.

Yin Yang and Chuxue still occasionally left the carriage, exuding a killing aura. Zongshou, on the other hand, continued to do nothing, staying inside the carriage.

Apart from practicing sword techniques and body movements daily, using guiding techniques to gather spiritual energy from all directions to strengthen his physique, he had added another task: practicing with these black ironwood flying knives.

Whenever his body was fatigued, Zongshou would always stand by the window, using any nearby object as a target, and shoot the flying knife.

In his previous life, Zongshou was famous for his sword skills, ranking among the seven emperors of the Divine Emperor game, Yunjie. Even among the ten million worlds, he was one of the top players.

However, at that time, his most feared technique was a flying knife, which also dominated the field.

The Six Gods Knife Technique, learned in "Divine Emperor," never missed its target and had the power to slay immortals. Even during the battle of the seven emperors, he never failed. The Shadowless Supreme Emperor, who was famous for his unparalleled escape skills, also fell to his Six Gods Knife Technique.

The most unique aspect of this virtual game was that most of the martial arts and secret techniques that could be learned were recorded with detailed practice methods, originating from ancient traditions. They could also be practiced in reality.

The Six Gods Knife Technique was one of the top secret martial arts. Although Zongshou's wheel meridians were not yet open, he could already practice some of its secret techniques, making his flying knife skills not inferior to real martial artists, and even surpassing them!

His right hand suddenly flipped, and another black ironwood flying knife appeared in Zongshou's hand. With the movement of his fingers, it rolled between them, creating a series of dazzling knife shadows.

Zongshou, however, slightly closed his eyes and began to introspect.

Without cultivating inner breath, he had no knowledge of the state of his wheel meridians, making it impossible to truly observe his body's meridians. However, his experience as a top martial artist in his previous life allowed him to clearly feel the changes in every muscle in his arm, the strength, the robustness, and the flexibility. Even the stretching of the tendons and the twisting of the joints were clear to him.

In a short while, Zongshou had a vague understanding.

In three days, the flying knife had gone from unfamiliar to proficient, and now he could almost hit moving targets with perfect accuracy. No one else could achieve this, not even those with extraordinary martial talent. Only he, relying on his precise control and constant self-reflection and adjustment, could reach this level step by step.

However, Zongshou was still unsatisfied with the last throw. The art of hidden weapons, where a millimeter's difference could lead to a thousand miles of error, and in martial combat, life and death often hung by a thread, allowing no room for error!

Even a half-millimeter deviation was intolerable to him.

The carriage continued to speed through the wilderness. Suddenly, a fire-feathered rabbit running by caught Zongshou's eye.

His pupils dilated, and the wooden flying knife in his right hand, almost instinctively, shot out, transforming into a deep black light, piercing the throat of the fire-feathered rabbit from over ten zhang away.

In almost the same instant, a splash of blood appeared in Zongshou's field of vision. The flying knife, without a doubt, pierced through the red throat, creating a large hole. The fire-feathered rabbit fell to the ground, rolling over.

Upon closer inspection, the flying knife was still slightly off target. However, this was due to the target's high-speed evasion, which was within his tolerance and had been anticipated.

Zongshou smiled slightly and took another flying knife in his hand. At this moment, he had barely found the feeling of never missing a target from his previous life. What he needed to do next was to continue practicing diligently, like basic sword techniques and body movements, to practice the force from various angles. He needed to engrain the flying knife technique into the deepest parts of his flesh and bones, making it instinctive.

"This body, though weak in physical strength, has incredible power and flexibility. I now only have half the blood of a demon race, no wonder the demon race is not tolerated by humans—"

Chuxue's immense strength and her extremely swift land-running technique were not just from her martial arts practice; at least thirty percent came from her Snow Cat Clan's innate abilities.

His muscles tightened, and the force concentrated at the tip of the knife. Just as the black knife light shot out of the carriage window again, Zongshou suddenly felt a stirring in his heart. Turning his head, he saw Chuxue standing at the carriage door, holding a large bathtub, her blue eyes staring at Zongshou's right hand.

After a moment, she said in a dazed tone, "So fast! Young Master's throw, even Xue'er might not be able to block it."

Then her almond eyes sparkled, "This flying knife technique seems to be just the basics, but it's so powerful. Hmm, smooth and efficient. Was it taught by Lord? But Young Master is even more skilled. It seems so stiff and unfamiliar, as if just learning. But upon closer inspection, it seems to have been honed through countless trials, reaching a state of mastery. Uncle Yin also said Young Master is a true genius, but—"

Realizing she had spoken out of turn, Chuxue quickly stopped.

However, a hint of surprise appeared in Zongshou's eyes. He had not intended to hide his practice of sword and flying knife techniques from these two.

In the fragmented memories, there were scenes of 'him' practicing martial arts as a child. Whether it was fist techniques, sword methods, or hidden weapons, all eighteen types of weapons were involved. Although they were basic, they all had extraordinary traditions, embodying the essence of martial arts. In the Linhai Academy, besides literature and spirit techniques, martial arts were also taught. However, after the age of ten, Zongshou no longer practiced martial arts, mostly due to his inability to open his meridians.

Therefore, whatever he practiced now would not raise suspicion.

What truly surprised him was the girl's insight. She had immediately grasped the essence of his throw.

Simple, efficient, and swift, removing all unnecessary movements, maintaining precision while maximizing force—this was the fundamental principle of the Six Gods Knife Technique.

He had indeed honed the flying knife technique through countless trials, but this body was indeed very unfamiliar with it.

How could such a girl be a servant to someone with no combat skills?

Internally surprised, Zongshou showed no signs on his face, only looking at the ironwood flying knife outside the window, which had not deviated at all, and said, "No matter how well I practice the flying knife, what use is it? If I can't cultivate the Qi technique, I will always be a waste—"

These words were not just empty talk; he truly felt extremely helpless.

The images of his martial arts practice in his mind also included countless white eyes and contempt, making Zongshou feel stifled. Although they were not his own memories, he empathized, wishing he could restore his former self and use this body to sweep away the ugliness.

With a self-deprecating smile, seeing Chuxue's increasingly anxious and guilty expression, Zongshou shook his head and stopped speaking. He then looked at the wooden bucket in her hand, his face showing a hint of confusion, "What is this for?"

Chuxue, who was already feeling extremely guilty, was relieved to hear this. She hurriedly put down the bathtub and explained, "Young Master forgot? Today is the day for the ten-day medicinal bath. Xue'er is here to serve you!"

Medicinal bath?

Zongshou's heart immediately stirred, and for a moment, he couldn't help but feel a bit of anticipation.

Looking into the bucket, he saw it was filled with various herbs. Chuxue's jade-like hands then tapped the side of the bucket, and in an instant, countless water droplets from all directions were drawn by an unknown force, converging into the bucket.

The water gradually heated up and soon began to boil.

Zongshou's eyes were now filled with shock.

"This is dual cultivation of spirit and martial arts—"

The page flip begins with an ad.

The page flip ends with an ad.