Chapter 6

Suddenly finding himself in possession of so many martial arts manuals, Zhao Feng was more excited than ever before. He couldn't help but throw back his head and laugh long and hard, taking a long time to calm down.

In Xiangyun Kingdom, a single intermediate martial arts manual could be worth several hundred taels of silver, while Zhao Feng's monthly allowance from the clan was only ten taels of silver.

Of course, he could not sell the martial arts manuals from within the clan to outsiders, as the clan rules stipulated that such actions would result in the loss of his cultivation and expulsion from the clan.

The more than a hundred martial arts manuals that Zhao Feng had "brought out" from the Xuanwu Pavilion were mostly high-level goods from the first floor. Each one had its unique strengths, making him feel a strong sense of excitement.

Selecting a few suitable ones from these manuals was no easy task.

Fortunately, the contents of these techniques were completely imprinted in his mind. Zhao Feng's thoughts raced as he compared them, analyzing the best martial arts for himself.

A single martial art could enhance one's strength; when multiple martial arts were used in conjunction, they could play a greater role, promoting cultivation.

In just half an hour, Zhao Feng selected four martial arts from over a hundred manuals: "Piao Ling Du," "Nu Long Quan," "Tui Qi Jue," and "Lian Zhu Liu Xing Jian."

"Piao Ling Du" was undoubtedly the highest-level technique among all, and Zhao Feng had hope to decipher its later contents.

Next were "Nu Long Quan" and "Tui Qi Jue," which complemented each other.

"Nu Long Quan" was an outstanding intermediate martial art, with immense power. It could condense and enhance the body's qi and blood, overwhelming opponents with its momentum and explosive power.

This was a peak intermediate boxing technique, almost as powerful as some advanced martial arts.

Zhao Feng valued "Nu Long Quan" most for its ability to enhance the body's qi and blood.

Strong qi and blood were the foundation and prerequisite for cultivating "Martial Arts Internal Energy."

"Martial Arts Internal Energy" was the benchmark for reaching the fourth level of martial arts and measuring a true "Martial Artist."

Interestingly, "Tui Qi Jue" was a near-advanced breathing technique that circulated the qi and blood within a martial disciple's body, enhancing physical strength, constitution, and qi and blood. When cultivated to perfection, it offered a chance to comprehend "Martial Arts Internal Energy."

"Nu Long Quan" and "Tui Qi Jue" were a perfect match, complementing each other to greatly increase their power, at least comparable to advanced techniques, and enhancing the chances of comprehending "Martial Arts Internal Energy."

Zhao Feng was very pleased with this.

As for the final "Lian Zhu Liu Xing Jian," it was a near-advanced archery manual.

Why did he choose an archery manual?

This was related to Zhao Feng's left eye ability.

"If I don't cultivate an archery technique, it would be a waste of my left eye's special ability..."

A smile tugged at the corners of Zhao Feng's mouth.

One could imagine that with his left eye's ability, he was a natural "god of archery," capable of maximizing the power of the archery manual...

With the techniques determined, Zhao Feng began his cultivation.

He started with "Tui Qi Jue," as strong qi and blood and physical strength were the foundation of cultivation. The stronger the qi and blood, the greater the power of the close-combat "Nu Long Quan."

Closing his eyes, Zhao Feng immersed his mind in the content of "Tui Qi Jue."

After half an incense stick, the qi and blood in his body began to slowly circulate and move...

"So easy?"

Zhao Feng was somewhat surprised.

According to the description in "Tui Qi Jue," it usually took at least four to five days, or even ten to fifteen days, for an ordinary person to successfully circulate and move the qi and blood within their body.

Am I a legendary cultivation genius?

Zhao Feng thought for a moment and then firmly denied it. If he were a genius, he wouldn't have found it so difficult to break through to the second level of martial arts earlier.

He realized that the mysterious fusion of his left eye had greatly increased his mental strength... his reaction, analytical, and comprehension abilities far exceeded those of ordinary people.

While cultivating "Tui Qi Jue," Zhao Feng felt a faint "thumping" sound coming from his left eye.

At the same time, in the dark space, the two-foot-long pale green spiral halo was spinning faster.

Half a day later.

Zhao Feng successfully cultivated the first level of "Tui Qi Jue," and a layer of faintly foul-smelling sweat was excreted from his body.

He felt that his qi and blood were at least three times stronger than before.

Did I succeed?

Zhao Feng was somewhat incredulous.

"Tui Qi Jue" was divided into three levels. Cultivating to the third level and reaching perfection offered a chance to comprehend "Martial Arts Internal Energy."

Another half day passed, and Zhao Feng cultivated "Tui Qi Jue" to the peak of the first level, after which his progress slowed down.

He shifted his focus and began cultivating "Nu Long Quan," which complemented "Tui Qi Jue."

As expected, with the foundation laid by "Tui Qi Jue," cultivating "Nu Long Quan" was twice as effective with half the effort.

In just half a day, Zhao Feng learned the nine forms and eighty-one variations of "Nu Long Quan."

The power of "Nu Long Quan" was astonishing, especially when combined with "Tui Qi Jue," condensing and bursting with qi and blood, making it terrifying.

"With these two techniques combined, my full-strength attack could likely match a third-level martial artist."

Zhao Feng was amazed.

To his surprise, after mastering "Nu Long Quan," "Tui Qi Jue" naturally broke through to the second level, further promoting the cultivation of "Nu Long Quan"... the two techniques complemented each other, achieving an incredible effect.

They truly were a perfect match!

Zhao Feng was secretly delighted.

Over the next four to five days, Zhao Feng cultivated "Nu Long Quan" and "Tui Qi Jue" in tandem, achieving twice the results with half the effort.

At this point, Zhao Feng's martial arts realm was approaching the peak of the second level.

"It won't be long before I reach the peak of the second level. I believe the third level is not far off."

Zhao Feng was full of anticipation.

The next day, Zhao Feng left his home and headed straight for the training ground.

The other two martial arts manuals, "Piao Ling Du" and "Lian Zhu Liu Xing Jian," required a wider space for cultivation.

...

Soon, Zhao Feng arrived at the archery range in a corner of the training ground.

This was a dedicated place for practicing archery.

Whoosh!

An arrow's shadow sliced through the air, hitting the red center of the target several dozen meters away.

"Great archery! Brother Zhao Yu is indeed one of the top three archers in the clan."

"This arrow could likely pierce through the defense of a third-level martial artist and kill a tough-skinned beast."

A chorus of cheers came from the side.

"Amazing!"

Zhao Feng, who happened to be passing by, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

He recognized the young man named "Zhao Yu," a famous archer in the clan.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Zhao Yu pulled the bowstring several times in quick succession, shooting five or six arrows in a flash, forming a ring around the red center of the target.

"Great! Amazing!"

The surrounding clan members cheered loudly.

Zhao Feng didn't pay much attention. He believed that with a little effort, he could become a great archer.

He approached an empty target, picked up a bow and arrow, squinted his eyes, and aimed as if he knew what he was doing.

Zhao Feng came to the archery range for two reasons: to verify his talent in archery and to cultivate the peak intermediate manual "Lian Zhu Liu Xing Jian."

As soon as he picked up the bow, he drew attention.

"Look... who is that? He looks unfamiliar."

A clan member's eyes lit up slightly.

"Hehe, this guy is Zhao Feng. He came from a branch clan half a year ago. Not long after arriving, he offended Zhao Yijian, one of the top three martial artists in the outer circle of the clan. It's said that even his girlfriend left him..."

A few clan members recognized Zhao Feng.

"Branch clan member? Let's bet on how many rings he can hit."

Some clan members looked at Zhao Feng with mocking expressions.

Even the outstanding archer "Zhao Yu" was intrigued.

"Archery requires talent and perseverance. Not everyone can succeed just by trying."

Zhao Yu, slightly arrogant, glanced at Zhao Feng indifferently.

Zhao Feng ignored them.

He slightly activated his left eye, and the target several dozen meters away quickly came into focus and grew larger in his vision...

Twang, whoosh—

The bowstring trembled, and the arrow flew through the air, barely grazing the target and landing on the ground.

It missed...

Zhao Feng was embarrassed, after all, it was his first time handling a bow and arrow.

"Ha ha ha..."

The clan members watching nearby laughed uncontrollably.

Again.

Zhao Feng remained very calm. Missing the target on the first try was normal.

Next, he deliberately activated his left eye, focusing his mind intensely. Some of the techniques from "Lian Zhu Liu Xing Jian" merged into his consciousness.

At that moment, no one noticed that a faint pale green glow appeared on the surface of Zhao Feng's left eye.

Twang, whoosh—

The second arrow was shot, hitting the target accurately, one ring away from the red center.

Nine rings!

The field fell silent.

The clan members who had been laughing widely froze.

Even Zhao Yu raised an eyebrow.

Nine rings, this was already the closest to the red center.

Achieving such a result from a distance of several dozen meters was considered good, even for some experienced archers.

"Luck! It must be luck!"

"Right! A beginner can't possibly shoot with such accuracy. He clearly missed the target the first time."

The clan members smiled again and continued to watch Zhao Feng.

However, before they could finish speaking, the third arrow flew through the air.

Whoosh, hiss—

The sharp, piercing sound of the arrow shot several dozen meters in a flash, hitting the target.

Puff!

Right in the red center!

In an instant, the field fell into a dead silence.

The clan members, including Zhao Yu, were stunned, their faces full of doubt.

"Luck."

Zhao Feng smiled slightly.

A curve formed at the corner of his mouth. The facts proved that he indeed had a unique advantage in archery.

"Luck? What kind of freak is this guy!"

The expressions of most of the archers on the field were strange.

Any archer starts as a beginner. But to have such good luck like Zhao Feng, it was the first time they had seen it.

"Kid! If you have the skills, shoot another arrow!"

Some clan members, with a hint of displeasure, said.

"Right, right! Shoot another arrow!"

Many people looked excited and cheered.

Zhao Feng originally wanted to leave, but these people, who were displeased and angry, wouldn't let him go.

Among these clan members, there were even third-level martial artists, many of whom were older than him.

"Alright."

Zhao Feng shrugged helplessly and picked up the bow and arrow again.