Chapter 7

Listen to the martial arts of middle quality!

Just these few words are enough to drive any young man in Wuzhen into a frenzy.

Although there are countless middle-quality martial arts in the world, in this remote and impoverished Wuzhen, the most precious kind of Yuan Qi martial art is the high-quality technique practiced by the town mayor, Gu Yuan.

Reaching the middle-quality level means having considerable power. Once successfully cultivated, it is enough to shatter stones and split mountains. Especially the Great Collapse Hand, which Meng Fan has heard is the mayor Gu Yuan's famous technique. Once cultivated to its peak, its powerful force is enough to shatter a three-meter-thick stone slab.

The value of this thing is self-evident. It's hard to believe that Gu Xiner could directly give it to him. If Gu Yuan were to blame her, this little girl would also be in trouble.

Meng Fan clenched his fists, intending to catch up and return the scroll to Gu Xiner. But thinking of the hopeful look in Gu Xiner's eyes as she left, Meng Fan's fists tightened, his veins bulging.

"Since that's the case, I might as well cultivate it first. In the future, I can find precious medicinal herbs to compensate Xiner!"

Meng Fan sighed inwardly, made up his mind, and put the scroll away, heading straight for his home.

At Meng Fan's home, Xinlan had already gone out to gather herbs in the early morning. Of course, she was not gathering spiritual herbs but ordinary medicinal herbs for healing. Besides supplying Meng Fan, they could also help maintain a living in Wuzhen.

Xinlan only thought that Meng Fan had gone out early to practice, as he had been extremely diligent in cultivating Yuan Qi for the past three years. She had no idea that Meng Fan had not returned all night, nor did she know that he had冒险 entered the forbidden area of Wuzhen, Yanlang Mountain, last night.

Slipping back into his room, Meng Fan stuck out his tongue, feeling lucky. He immediately changed into a new set of clothes and put everything on his body.

The harvest of the day was considerable, and the safest place Meng Fan knew was on his own body. He then went directly to an open space not far from his home.

This open space was also Meng Fan's usual training ground, relatively quiet, with a nice view. For three years, Meng Fan's figure had been moving on the open ground.

His feet stepped on the ground, and Meng Fan performed various difficult postures, which were basic movements to unblock the body's meridians, allowing the Yuan Qi to flow smoothly throughout the body, stimulating the meridians.

It looked simple but was extremely exhausting.

For three years, Meng Fan knew that the first step in Yuan Qi cultivation, the Body Tempering stage, was to unblock all the meridians in the body, allowing Yuan Qi to integrate into them, laying the foundation for future Yuan Qi application. Therefore, the body's condition was crucial.

For three years, Meng Fan had diligently performed every cultivation movement, his sweat soaking his blue shirt without him noticing. For a whole day, Meng Fan devoted himself to body tempering, only stopping when the sun was about to set, and then he walked home, exhausted.

After a day of body tempering, Meng Fan's body had expended too much energy, but he had not yet practiced the Great Collapse Hand given to him by Gu Xiner.

Although he only had a low-level technique, Meng Fan understood that higher-level Yuan Qi techniques were not necessarily better; the most suitable one was the best. Before practicing a high-level technique, one must have a strong cultivation base; otherwise, forced cultivation would only be harmful and not beneficial.

Meng Fan estimated that he would need to reach at least the third stage of Body Tempering before he could practice the Great Collapse Hand; otherwise, his body would not be able to handle it.

Returning home, Meng Fan felt a bit dizzy and just wanted to sleep, knowing that his body had been completely drained.

If he had some nourishing herbs, it might alleviate his condition somewhat, but without them, he would have to endure the soreness in his body for some time after returning home.

After all, a day of body tempering consumed all his energy. Wealthy families ate delicacies and heavenly herbs every day, which they could fully utilize in their cultivation, integrating them into their flesh and blood, thus advancing rapidly.

In the room, Xinlan had already prepared the meal and was waiting for Meng Fan to return. Looking at the simple meal and the white hair that had appeared on Xinlan's temples, Meng Fan felt a pang in his heart, knowing how hard Xinlan had worked to raise him. Once a beauty of the Heavenly Cold Sect, she was now no different from a village woman!

"What are you looking at? It's time to eat!"

Xinlan smiled and placed the chopsticks in front of Meng Fan. Nodding, Meng Fan's eyes flickered, and he reached into his pocket, touching the black bead and the Hundred Herbs Grass. After hesitating, he only took out the black bead and said softly,

"Mother, there's something I need to tell you."

"What is it?"

Xinlan put down her bowl and chopsticks, looking at Meng Fan with affection. A mother knows her child best, and Xinlan was already very satisfied with Meng Fan. Her child, besides being stubborn, was far superior to many of his peers.

Meng Fan handed the Hundred Herbs Grass to Xinlan and said softly,

"Mother, this is for you!"