Chapter 12: Body Techniques

Not long after, Ouyang Peng came out holding a ring that shimmered with a bright light.

"Sir, all the medicinal herbs you need are inside the ring."

He respectfully handed the ring to Feng Hao, "This ring can be considered a gift from our Elegant Pavilion to you as a token of our meeting."

Even the cheapest spatial rings cost thousands of gold and were hard to come by, yet Ouyang Peng was now directly giving one away.

"Oh."

From the change in address, Feng Hao had already anticipated that he might have realized his identity as an alchemist. There was no reason to refuse such a gift, and he would need the Elegant Pavilion to provide him with medicinal herbs in the future, so he accepted it directly.

"Excellent!"

A hoarse voice came from under the black robe, and Ouyang Peng felt a surge of joy.

It seemed that this gentleman was easy to deal with, and accepting the ring meant that this intermediate-level alchemist had accepted the friendship of the Elegant Pavilion.

"Then, it's settled!"

Feng Hao stood up.

"Alright, remember to come to the auction in three days."

"Sure, I'll be there if I have time."

Feng Hao responded.

Under the astonished gazes of others, Ouyang Peng, the head of the Elegant Pavilion in Yulan City, escorted the mysterious black-robed man all the way to the door.

After he left, Ouyang Peng immediately did two things: first, he spread the news, and second, he wrote down everything he knew and sent it directly to the headquarters of the Elegant Pavilion.

...

After turning a few corners in the alley and confirming that no one was following him, Feng Hao threw the black robe into a ditch and walked leisurely back to the Feng residence.

It was only half an hour before news of the auction of a mystic-level martial technique spread from the Elegant Pavilion, scheduled for three days later. All the forces in Yulan City sprang into action, all doing the same thing: raising funds!

Of course, these events did not affect Feng Hao's cultivation.

Back in his room, he took out one medicinal herb after another, closed his eyes, and stuffed them into his mouth, while the Divine Farmer's Pharmacopoeia inside him slowly opened.

Bitter, spicy, sour, sweet.

In a single day, Feng Hao tasted all four flavors, and the achievement was a small, dense cloud of medicinal mist in the Pharmacopoeia.

After swallowing the last medicinal herb, he opened his eyes, jumped off the bed, and went to the courtyard to begin his practice.

He increasingly understood the benefits of the Tiger Movement Technique. Just like today in the market, he could concentrate all his strength and suddenly burst out, defeating the fourth-level martial disciple Yang Kui.

"Is it a martial technique?"

Feng Hao couldn't help but doubt it. He decided to ask Elder Fen that night.

That afternoon, he spent all his time practicing, which made Yun Su very worried. However, seeing that Feng Hao was always lively and relaxed, she didn't stop him.

She knew how much pressure her son was under.

Night soon fell, and Feng Hao slipped out and came to the red maple tree.

"Did you figure it out?"

Elder Fen stroked his beard, "Yes, this is actually a mystic-level body technique. It can both strengthen the body and train skills. Once you combine the four diagrams, you will understand its wonders."

"Combine the four diagrams?"

Feng Hao frowned, and the four images of the Tiger Movement Technique flashed through his mind.

"Swish!"

He punched forward.

"Slap!"

He suddenly sprang up like a lurking beast, ready to attack, but halfway through, his movements abruptly stopped, as if forcibly interrupted, and he fell to the ground, his body convulsing.

"Hisss..."

His limbs, chest, and almost every muscle were strained to different degrees, causing Feng Hao's face to turn pale. He quickly mobilized the medicinal properties from the Divine Farmer's Pharmacopoeia to slowly recover.

"Hehe."

Elder Fen watched Feng Hao slowly stand up with a teasing look.

"Why is this happening?"

Feng Hao felt he had already seen the moves contained within the Tiger Movement Technique, but after throwing a punch, he felt he couldn't continue.

"Tsk! Don't you use your brain? A mystic-level martial technique, can your weak body withstand it?"

Elder Fen rolled his eyes.

This kid has a good understanding, but he's too eager for quick results.

"Is that so!"

Feng Hao had tried to practice the second diagram before, but he couldn't continue halfway through because his body couldn't keep up, making everything futile.

So, he obediently lay down and continued his training.

Three days, not long, but they passed quickly.

For Feng Hao, these three days were equivalent to six, as he spent more time cultivating and didn't need to wait for a long recovery period. By yesterday, he had勉强地可以练习第二个姿势了。

突破在即！

Feng Hao felt that he could break through at any moment, so he didn't relax.

As dawn broke, in the courtyard, Feng Hao arched his body slightly, like a awakened beast ready to pounce on its prey.

"Breath... Breath..."

His body trembled slowly, and even the slightest movement brought him endless pain. His muscles felt as if they were being torn apart, and every bone protested.

The young man, for the sake of his vow, gritted his teeth and persevered.

There are no shortcuts in body training. To improve faster, one must endure the pain that comes with it, and this pain is not something everyone can bear.

Feng Chen, after tidying up, walked out and saw Feng Hao in a strange posture.

"Changed!"

After a brief observation, Feng Chen's heart skipped a beat.

He felt that this posture had some mysterious connection to the previous one.

"Crack!"

As he was thinking, a crisp sound reached his ears, and he saw Feng Hao's body trembling in a regular pattern.

"Broken through?"

Feng Chen's mouth dropped open, and he looked at his son, who was arching his back, with an incredulous gaze.

Just three days ago, he had broken through to the peak of the third level, and now, in just three days, he had advanced another level!

Feng Chen was reluctant to believe it, but the facts were right before his eyes.

"Breath..."

With a push of his hands, Feng Hao stood up, casually moving his limbs and carefully experiencing the benefits of his advancement.

"Not bad!"

Breaking through in just three days, he naturally felt no dissatisfaction.

"Father!"

Turning around, he saw Feng Chen standing there.

"En."

Feng Chen walked over slowly, looking at his sweat-soaked son, "Not bad!"

He gently patted the young man's shoulder.

Feng Hao looked at him in surprise.

This was the first time Feng Hao had received praise, and a strange feeling welled up inside him, perhaps joy?

He really liked this feeling!

"I'm going out. There's an auction at the Elegant Pavilion today. Stay home and cultivate well!"

Today was the auction day, and Feng Chen naturally had to go.

"Auction?"

Watching his father's departing back, Feng Hao remembered.

"Let's see if there are any medicinal herbs I need."

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, Feng Hao also went out.