Chapter 33

Martial arts can be divided into internal cultivation and external cultivation. External cultivation can further be divided into hard techniques and skills.

Hard techniques are external cultivation methods that toughen the body, such as the Iron Crotch technique. Skills, on the other hand, include hand-to-hand combat techniques and the use of weapons like swords, spears, and halberds.

Further细分, there are external martial arts and internal qi martial arts.

The former focuses on external techniques, although they can be enhanced with internal qi, the core remains external.

The latter, however, is primarily based on internal qi, requiring the activation of internal qi to unleash its full power.

Buzz~

Reaching out to grasp the great ghost-headed saber enveloped in red light, Yang Yu's heart trembled, and a new progress bar appeared on the cauldron wall:

[Decapitation Saber: Beginner Progress (0/100)]

"Old Wei really has some hidden tricks up his sleeve..."

Feeling the memories surge in his mind, Yang Yu was delighted and began to assimilate them.

Boom!

A loud sound echoed in his heart, like the tolling of a great bell.

In that instant, Yang Yu's vision blurred, and he found himself on an execution ground, where condemned prisoners were either cursing or crying.

Only one man stood firm, laughing loudly.

Many civilians watched from below.

"Execute!"

Before Yang Yu could take a closer look, a loud command came from the east.

Immediately, his body moved involuntarily, stepping forward, raising the saber, and in the shocked eyes of the standing prisoner—

One cut, decapitation!

Whew~

As the light faded, Yang Yu's eyes shone even brighter.

The essence of assimilation is learning from nothing, but it's more than just learning. For a moment, he truly felt like he had become the executioner.

With one cut, the flow of internal qi in his body was vividly clear, making it hard to forget.

"Again!"

After a brief pause, Yang Yu resumed the assimilation.

Buzz~

The scene reappeared, and he once again exerted his full strength, internal qi surging, and with one cut, he decapitated the prisoner.

This saber technique seemed to have only one move.

But Yang Yu felt increasingly exhilarated.

Internal qi martial arts are extremely difficult to cultivate, not only due to talent limitations but also because each use of internal qi martial arts consumes one's own internal qi.

A warrior who has undergone blood replacement often has short breaths, and under full exertion, a few cuts can drain their internal qi, requiring a half-day of rest to practice again.

But in this Cauldron of Gluttony, he could repeatedly activate his internal qi and unleash this 'Decapitation' saber technique!

What a tremendous advantage!

Yang Yu immersed himself, repeatedly stepping onto the execution ground, repeatedly swinging the saber to decapitate, and gradually, the progress bars of several martial arts on the cauldron wall began to slowly increase.

The swinging and slashing of the internal qi saber technique itself also promoted the cultivation of internal qi and footwork.

...

As the moonlit night descended, Heishan City finally quieted down after a day of bustle.

Yang Baotian, tossing and turning, sat up and called his son outside the room: "Have the officials left?"

"Even the few bandits couldn't be caught; Wang Fobao's injuries are unlikely to heal."

The tall and strong Yang Qiu closed the door, not without mockery.

"Thirty bandits of Heishan, all blood-replaced, three hundred fierce bandits, how easy are they to deal with?"

Yang Baotian rubbed his cane, a cold look in his old eyes:

"That little brat seems to know something; he was quite cold and guarded towards me today."

"Impossible?"

Yang Qiu furrowed his brows: "Even if Wang Liux was killed by him, they wouldn't know it was us behind it."

Yang Baotian's face darkened, unsure where things had gone wrong.

"If this kid doesn't know his place, we might as well..."

Yang Qiu tentatively gestured at his neck.

"It's too late."

Yang Baotian sighed: "This kid has become a force to be reckoned with. Not only has he undergone blood replacement, but he also has Wei He's support. Killing him would create too many hidden dangers.

That old man was a notorious figure in Heishan City in his youth..."

Killing is always a last resort.

For a clan to stand firm, it's not just about being brave and fierce.

But more importantly, he knew that the kid had killed two blood-replaced bandits on the execution ground.

Killing this kid without being discovered would be very difficult.

"This won't work, that won't work."

Yang Qiu suddenly became restless, full of complaints: "In my opinion, we shouldn't have joined that damn Life Preservation Sect!"

"Shut up!"

Yang Baotian's face changed drastically, striking his son on the head with his cane and whispering: "Do you want to die?!"

Yang Qiu stumbled, not daring to say more, but still full of indignation.

Yang Baotian sighed: "You don't understand."

Not just Yang Qiu, but he himself had regrets, but what good would regrets do?

"I only regret that Liu Sanzhi only knows how to exploit us, watching the Life Preservation Sect grow, leaving us with no way out."

Yang Qiu said resentfully.

"Enough!"

Yang Baotian paced back and forth in the room, his mind filled with frustration.

Over the past few months, he had almost fought to the death with several families, but with the deadline approaching, they were not the only ones fighting desperately.

After several months, they had suffered significant losses but still hadn't secured those few spots.

With the jailers dying one after another, Wang Fobao had already noticed; they couldn't kill any more jailers...

"Damn, the Life Preservation Sect is so wary of us. We still don't know what's in that prison."

Recalling the various methods of the Life Preservation Sect, Yang Qiu shivered, his face full of worry:

"There's not much time left before the deputy leader returns. What should we do?"

"You're not allowed to say these things again."

Yang Baotian gave his son a cold look and said sternly: "In a few days, send someone to invite him to our estate outside the city for a banquet, and see if the kid agrees."

"What if he doesn't agree?"

After being scolded repeatedly, Yang Qiu's face was also grim.

"If he doesn't agree..."

Yang Baotian paused and said:

"Is the talisman we invited from the Life Preservation Sect still there?"

"That talisman?"

Yang Qiu was suddenly startled.

"Family doesn't help family, I can only resort to this last option."

Yang Baotian was not without regret.

Having a blood-replaced warrior in the family is much better than having a scholar, but unfortunately...

Yang Qiu thought for a moment but still shook his head:

"That kid is so guarded; inviting him to the outskirts might not work."

"It's just catering to his interests."

Yang Baotian smiled faintly:

"That kid is obsessed with antiques; we have plenty of those in our family."

...

With a rare three-day holiday, Yang Yu naturally didn't waste a moment.

Perhaps because he already had a foundation in saber techniques, in just three days, Yang Yu advanced the 'Decapitation' saber technique to the second level.

At the same time, the Xiang'er Fufu Record, which his mother wanted him to practice, also entered the second level, and the progress of the other martial arts also increased slightly.

As the sky began to brighten, smoke rose from various parts of Heishan City.

"Whew!"

Stepping out of the medicinal bath, Yang Yu wiped his body, still feeling the changes within himself.

The improvement in the Fufu technique was immediate; the internal qi circulating in his lower abdomen was significantly stronger in both quality and quantity.

"In the state of internal qi surging, I can use 'Decapitation' twelve times, but it's still too few, only as a trump card..."

"Old Li, who used to tell stories, might exaggerate, but as my blood qi advances, perhaps there are really people in this world who can achieve the state of 'uninterrupted qi for sixty years'?"

Pondering this, Yang Yu dressed himself. The three-day holiday was over, and he had to go to work.

This time, he planned to thoroughly inspect the entire prison.

He didn't believe that these bandits would pay such a high price just to die; there must be something he didn't know.

Creak~

Pulling open the wooden door, Yang Yu was about to go to work when he suddenly furrowed his brows.

At the entrance of the alley, a servant dressed in livery was holding a gift box, shivering in the morning breeze.

"What's this?"

Yang Yu raised an eyebrow.

In his chest, the Cauldron of Gluttony stirred.