Chapter 4

"In short, the cultivation of the Qi and Blood Realm is very simple; it's just about continuously accumulating Qi and Blood through various methods."

As the girl spoke, she stood up, and her lotus feet, which were completely bare, were exquisitely small and as flawless as jade. A small bell was tied around her ankle, making a tinkling sound as she moved.

"Does anyone have any more questions?

If not, that's it for today."

Upon hearing these words, Xu Wuzhou knew trouble was coming.

He sighed and looked at the people present.

Sure enough, they all glared at him, some already clenching their fists, eager to beat up Xu Wuzhou.

Xu Wuzhou had disgraced the Qin family, and most importantly, the young lady was their goddess. This boy had done something worse than a beast; who wouldn't want to deal with him?

Although everyone was indignant, their eyes all turned to a young man.

This young man was called Lin Qingshan, Qin Yunjie's cousin, a core figure among the younger generation of the Qin family, and more authoritative than Qin Yunjie.

He had always secretly loved Qin Qingmou and detested Xu Wuzhou to the extreme.

However, Qin Li had always protected Xu Wuzhou, so even though he despised this good-for-nothing wastrel, he could only endure it.

But today, he received news that Qin Li was thoroughly disappointed with Xu Wuzhou, which left him with no reservations. He looked at Xu Wuzhou with a sneer and said, "The Martial Hall is not a place for maggots and scoundrels. From now on, if you want to attend class, you'll have to listen from outside the door."

Lin Qingshan knew Xu Wuzhou's temper. If he was bullied like this, he would surely jump up and cause a commotion. But as long as he caused trouble, they would have a legitimate reason to teach him a harsh lesson. Who wouldn't want to beat him up?

"Are you telling me to listen to class from outside the door?"

Xu Wuzhou smiled and pointed to his nose.

Lin Qingshan did not expect Xu Wuzhou to be so calm and even smile. He frowned.

"I don't think anyone wants to share a room with a maggot and a scoundrel like you."

Lin Qingshan replied to Xu Wuzhou, "One must know one's place."

"You keep calling me a maggot and a scoundrel.

Are you that powerful?"

Xu Wuzhou asked.

"None of the people here are weaker than the third level of Qi and Blood, and I am at the third level of the Later Heaven stage.

The disciples of the Martial Hall are temporarily under my management."

Lin Qingshan said coldly to Xu Wuzhou, "So from now on, in the Martial Hall, you must do whatever I say."

"I thought you were strong, but you're just at the third level of the Later Heaven stage, which is also a scoundrel."

Xu Wuzhou sneered.

Lin Qingshan had never been called a scoundrel, especially not by someone like Xu Wuzhou. He glared at Xu Wuzhou.

"Don't glare at me like that. Your glare isn't as fierce as the dog at the city gate. Who are you trying to scare?"

Xu Wuzhou said lightly, "Calling you a scoundrel has a reason.

I am a cultured person and would never curse without reason. I just have one question for you: Are you the strongest among the young generation of Lin'an Prefecture?"

"Of course not!"

Lin Qingshan frowned, ready to beat him to death if he couldn't reason with him.

"That's right, so you are a scoundrel.

You and I are not the strongest in Lin'an Prefecture, which means we are essentially the same.

If you were truly strong, you should be defeating other young nobles and becoming the best among the young generation, bringing glory to the Qin family.

But in fact, you are still in the Martial Hall, just like me. Isn't this like the one who runs fifty steps laughing at the one who runs a hundred steps?

I am an ordinary person, and you are at the third level of the Later Heaven stage, but neither of us can bring glory to the Qin family.

The weakest and the second place are both losers.

But as the sage Lu Xun said: The second place is the biggest loser.

So you are not better than me; you are just closer to failure.

So when you call me a scoundrel, are you calling yourself a scoundrel?"

Xu Wuzhou asked Lin Qingshan.

Who is this sage Lu Xun?

Did he really say that?

Lin Qingshan and the others were confused. They knew Xu Wuzhou's arguments were baseless, but they couldn't pinpoint where they were wrong, leaving them speechless.

When did Xu Wuzhou become so sharp-tongued?

"Scoundrels, move aside."

Xu Wuzhou stood up, patted his buttocks, and walked towards the weapon storage of the Martial Hall. The old man from yesterday said that the black bowl needed to consume metal to be repaired and would return a liquid to enhance cultivation. He wanted to try it out.

The girl on the podium watched Xu Wuzhou's retreating back with a playful and seductive gaze.

Everyone said Xu Wuzhou was a good-for-nothing fool, but his recent behavior didn't match that of a fool.

His twisted logic was quite interesting.

The idea that the second place and the last place are both losers is truly amusing!

In the weapon storage of the Martial Hall, various weapons like swords, spears, and staffs were lined up. There were about a hundred metal weapons, but since they were only for the disciples to practice, their quality was not high, all made of iron.

"How do I use the bowl to consume weapons?"

Xu Wuzhou thought, and a black bowl covered with spider-web-like cracks suddenly appeared in his hand, the same one he saw last night.

This bowl seemed to be in sync with his thoughts.

So many things had happened that Xu Wuzhou was no longer surprised.

He held the black bowl, which was about to crack, and touched a sword.

The sword was instantly consumed by the black bowl. Xu Wuzhou was surprised and then approached an iron staff, which was also instantly consumed, and a drop of blood-colored liquid appeared in the black bowl.

Xu Wuzhou ignored the liquid and continued to use the black bowl to consume metal. One by one, the weapons in the storage were completely consumed.

In the black bowl, there were now fifty drops of liquid.

At the same time, one crack was repaired.

Xu Wuzhou looked at a small clump of blood-colored liquid and dripped a drop onto his palm.

The liquid instantly turned into a warm current and entered his body. At that moment, a sword intent surged and merged with the warm current, spreading through his limbs and bones.

Xu Wuzhou felt a sense of comfort, as if he were soaking in a hot spring, making him want to shout in delight.

This pleasant sensation made Xu Wuzhou continue. He dripped more blood-colored liquid onto his palm, which turned into warm currents and merged with the sword intent, spreading through his limbs and bones.

Xu Wuzhou knew what this power was: Qi and Blood power.

This black bowl directly generated Qi and Blood power and perfectly integrated with him, becoming his body's Qi and Blood.

After consuming thirty drops of blood-colored liquid, Xu Wuzhou's body suddenly trembled, and he felt a sense of elevation, as if his body contained a power that could kill a bull.

First level of Qi and Blood! Xu Wuzhou was stunned, never expecting to reach the first level of Qi and Blood so easily.

He then remembered the old man's words. The old man said the black bowl's energy had three effects, one of which was to enhance cultivation.

But such a simple and brutal way to enhance cultivation was too easy.

However... he liked it.

Xu Wuzhou looked at the remaining twenty drops of liquid in the bowl and continued to drip them onto his palm.

After ten drops, Xu Wuzhou reached the second level of Qi and Blood.

After twenty drops, Xu Wuzhou reached the third level of Qi and Blood.

"Directly to the third level."

Xu Wuzhou was shocked. He had entered the third level of Qi and Blood so easily?

It was as simple as drinking water! At the third level of Qi and Blood, he was no longer the weakest in the Martial Hall.

He could feel the abundant Qi and Blood in his body, and the explosive power was enough to kill three bulls.

"Three levels of Qi and Blood mean three bulls' strength. So, at the ninth level, it would be nine bulls' strength. Martial artists are indeed powerful!"

However, Xu Wuzhou did not know that for ordinary Qi and Blood practitioners, even at the ninth level, they only had the strength of five bulls.

At the third level, they only had the strength of two bulls.

He possessed sword intent, which made him different from ordinary people.

"But, it took thirty drops to reach the first level, and then ten drops for each subsequent level. This indicates that Xu Wuzhou's body was severely deficient and weak, requiring thirty drops to replenish the Qi and Blood.

If ten drops can advance one level, does that mean sixty more drops could directly reach the ninth level of Qi and Blood?

And more could lead to the Later Heaven stage."

The Later Heaven stage was a significant figure in the Qin family.

Xu Wuzhou wanted to test his hypothesis, but the weapon storage was now empty, with no metal left for him to consume.

"Wait! All the weapons are gone. How do I explain this?"

Xu Wuzhou suddenly thought of this serious problem.

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