Chapter 38

How to train one's mouth was a problem that had stumped Ye Juntian. Although that day, under the stunning three shots of the Gun King, he had used the smoking mouth technique in a pinch, that was only possible under special circumstances. Now, without that kind of pressure, he was at a loss.

Should he ram his mouth into trees or have his mouth whipped? These methods seemed rather foolish. If he ended up with a pig's snout like Brother Bajie, how could he face people tomorrow? It seemed that a specific method for body training was needed to specialize in this technique.

At that moment, a black shadow whizzed by. Ye Juntian quickly sidestepped, and something thudded to the ground.

"To train the mouth, first polish the lips. Rub the lips on sandstone. Sandstone wears away a thousand layers of skin, and mouth training can pierce the light of the sun and moon. Kid, if you want to achieve something, you must wear out your lips." At this moment, Uncle Tian's voice drifted over.

Ye Juntian opened the cloth bag and found inside were thumb-thick black minerals. They were quite heavy, with a single piece weighing dozens of pounds.

Moreover, the stones seemed to have been washed by water for a long time, with fine, hair-like holes all over them. They felt very rough. If he rubbed his lips on them, they would likely bleed and swell immediately.

Train!

Otherwise, Uncle Tian would look down on him.

Ye Juntian gritted his teeth and bit down on one of the stones. With a clunk, despite channeling some blood qi into his mouth, he still felt his teeth almost chip.

In the next moment, Ye Juntian changed from biting to rubbing. The sandstone moved around in his mouth, rubbing against the skin around his lips. Ye Juntian's mouth became like the outer shell of a blender. He felt the pain and gritted his teeth to endure it.

After an hour, Ye Juntian suddenly paused, feeling refreshed. He discovered that the sandstone contained abundant blood qi.

Could this stone be a type of bloodline mineral, similar to blood crystal coins? While training his mouth, he could use blood qi to cleanse and strengthen his mouth, and the residual qi could be absorbed and stored in his heart, achieving both mouth training and skill improvement.

This piqued his interest, and he used his透视 (透视 means "X-ray vision" or "penetrating vision" in this context) to examine the stone. He found a faint pink blood qi stored inside.

The quality of this stone seemed no less than that of a mid-grade blood crystal coin. Moreover, it was a fire-attribute bloodline mineral. Uncle Tian was indeed a wealthy man; just this basin-sized bag of sandstone could fetch over a hundred mid-grade blood crystal coins if sold.

Thus, Ye Juntian rubbed the stone while absorbing and refining the stored blood qi, which circulated more steadily in his body.

After a few hours, Ye Juntian began practicing the three stunning shots.

The 'Thunderbolt Shot' had its maximum destructive power when the qi in the gun burst and rubbed against the air to produce a fireball. Of course, a Sky Warrior could directly spout 'blood fire.' Ye Juntian had just learned to release blood qi externally and couldn't directly spout blood fire. Therefore, he could only use the blood qi spouted from the gun tip to rub against the air and create a fireball.

After repeated trials and exploration, finally, after an hour, a small fireball about half the thickness of a finger shot out and hit a small tree as thick as a bowl.

The tree swayed, and Ye Juntian noticed that a small pit the size of a child's fist had been burned into the bark. If it had hit a person, it would likely have created a small flesh pit, similar to the effect of a detonator.

This shot was quite powerful against Pulse Movement realm martial artists without blood qi protection. However, against human warriors with blood qi protection, it was less effective.

Ye Juntian did not practice the other two shots, focusing on the Thunderbolt Shot. Greed leads to indigestion. Moreover, the three stunning shots were the supreme martial arts of the Gun King, a peak Sky Warrior. It wasn't something that could be mastered in a day.

Therefore, Ye Juntian was not in a hurry. Haste makes waste. He would practice one shot at a time, believing that he would eventually master them. If he greedily tried to learn too much, it would be indigestible, and the shots would lack power.

At this moment, in a private room of the most famous tavern in Greenwood City, 'Green Pavilion,' two people were sitting. They were Ye Juntian's opponent for the next day, Ye Dongtian, and Ye Xie.

"What did you call me here for, Brother Dongtian?" Ye Xie asked after sitting down and drinking a few sips of wine.

"Our opponents tomorrow are both Ye Juntian. In this Wood Rank Disciple Ranking Tournament, if we can enter the top four of the final round, we have a chance to advance to the Iron Rank. To enter the top four, we must first place in the top two of the group stage, as there are only six slots on the three stages of the final round. So, what are your thoughts?" Ye Dongtian asked.

"Ye Juntian has won three consecutive matches, and you, Brother Dongtian, have also won three consecutive matches, even defeating me. Even if you lose to Ye Juntian, you can still place in the top two. But for me, I must defeat Ye Juntian, or I won't make it to the top two in the group stage." Ye Xie said.

"Do you have the confidence to defeat Ye Juntian?" Ye Dongtian looked at him.

"Fifty-fifty." Ye Xie said.

"Ha ha, Ye Juntian has defeated a Pulse Movement realm level three martial artist. Someone like Ye Mei can be taken down with a single Five-Step Fist. I think you are also at Pulse Movement realm level three. Fifty-fifty, not to belittle you, but you have at most a ten percent chance of winning, or even less." Ye Dongtian chuckled.

"I have to take a chance. Should I just give up? That's not my style." Ye Xie huffed.

"Take a chance, I ask you, what will you use to take that chance?" Ye Dongtian deliberately provoked Ye Xie.

"I'll risk my life and bite him." Ye Xie was furious, his fists clenched with a crack.

"You're not a dog, are you? Using your mouth to bite is foolish." Ye Dongtian snorted.

"What did you say, Ye Dongtian?" Ye Xie stood up, glaring at him.

"Look at this." Ye Dongtian took a thumb-thick small bottle from his pocket and gently placed it on the table.

Ye Xie was stunned, gently opened the lid, and sniffed. His pupils dilated, and he examined it closely, his voice trembling, "It seems to be a Blood Pill?"

"Correct, take a deep breath and feel it." Ye Dongtian snorted.

Ye Xie did as he was told, took a deep breath, and his face turned red, his expression shocked, "The blood qi is extremely intense. Just one breath makes me feel invigorated, with all eight meridians opening. Could this be a Blood Break Pill for breaking through realms?"

"You guessed right, a first-grade Blood Break Pill. Although it's only first-grade, you should know the value of a Blood Break Pill." Ye Dongtian smiled with a hint of amusement.

"Of course, it was auctioned at the Yi Ren Hall. A first-grade Blood Break Pill starts at 100,000 low-grade blood crystal coins, and the final price is likely higher. After all, among blood pills, the Blood Break Pill is more difficult to refine because it can purify and condense blood qi, stimulating the bloodline to help martial artists break through realms. The price naturally goes up. Moreover, there are not many alchemists who can refine Blood Break Pills. A first-grade Blood Break Pill is effective for Pulse Movement realm beginners, but for Pulse Movement realm level three and above, it's less useful. At least a second-grade Blood Break Pill is needed, as it has a higher quality and more powerful purification effect." Ye Xie said.

"This one is yours." Ye Dongtian said.

"Mine, you really mean it?" Ye Xie was stunned, his heart filled with joy.

As someone from a poor farming family, he couldn't hide his surprise at getting this. Ye Xie couldn't afford it. His breakthrough to Pulse Movement realm level three was entirely due to his hard training.

Unlike the rich families who could afford alchemy pills and martial techniques, poor families' children had to work hard to reach high realms. However, Ye Xie's face turned resolute, "Brother Dongtian, please speak directly. I will do my best, even if it costs me my life."

"Ha ha, I won't say more. No matter what means you use, I don't want to see that guy on the same stage as me." Ye Dongtian had a 'you know what I mean' expression.

"Alright! Even if I have to crawl, I'll take him down with me." Ye Xie clenched his fist, took the Blood Break Pill, and hurried away.

The next day, the Ye Qingxiao lineage entered the training ground.

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