Martial Saint through Reading

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Cultivation Technique Fusion

”It worked.”

The Blood Evil Body Refining Technique began to autonomously deduce...

But soon, the smile on Chu Ming’s face froze.

”It’s not deduction...”

In his mind, the lake formed by the Tiger and Python Body Refining Technique and the stream of the Blood Evil Body Refining Technique were not communicating, but integrating!

The stream of the Blood Evil Body Refining Technique was merging into the lake of the Tiger and Python Body Refining Technique at a swift yet unhurried pace.

This was not his subjective guidance, but inspiration and insight naturally bursting forth in his mind with the aid of the two major effects, ’Integration’ and ’Inference’.

When the small stream completely dried up, the originally calm lake began to boil, numerous bubbles emerged.

Those bubbles represented the conflicts and repulsions being eliminated during the fusion of the two techniques.

As the bubbles gradually reduced, the text on the panel indicating [Tiger and Python Body Refining Technique] began to transform.

[Tiger and Python Blood Refining Technique·Blood Activation (Great Success)]

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Simultaneously, in his bloodline, the seventh Qi and Blood Power molded its embryonic form.

An unexpected delight.

”I never thought that deducing would turn into fusion, transforming Tiger and Python Body Refining Technique into Tiger and Python Blood Refining Technique·Blood Activation...”

Chu Ming looked at the suffix ’Blood Activation’, and had a premonition that this technique he grasped by himself was no longer the same. According to the current trend of deducing and integrating, perhaps it could...

”Deduce the Strong Bone Realm Technique!”

From Fang Xiao, he learned that the Strong Bone Realm Technique, even in the Tiger Armor Army, was only obtainable by someone who had rendered great meritorious service.

If he could deduce a set himself, it would solve the subsequent problem of lacking a suitable technique.

After a moment, Chu Ming restrained the excitement in his heart, stopped deducing the technique, and turned to another book.

”Blood Claw Hand.”

In the evening, at Wheat Alley, it seemed that the tea stall owner deployed this martial technique.

The contents of the martial technique were not much, just a few pages, and he quickly finished reading it. On his panel, the martial technique [Blood Claw Hand] appeared.

This was his second martial technique after [Slapping Wind Palm].

But he did not practice [Blood Claw Hand], instead closed his eyes, and the moves of the two martial techniques emerged in his mind.

If the technique could integrate and deduce, could the martial techniques possibly do the same?

Mastering a high-tier technique or martial technique is definitely stronger than mastering a bunch of low-tier ones.

After about half a quarter of an hour, he slowly opened his eyes, a gleam of brilliance flashed from within.

”The martial technique has successfully fused.”

On the panel, [Slapping Wind Palm] and [Blood Claw Hand] disappeared, a new martial technique appeared.

[Blood Wind Palm (entry-level)]

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Chu Ming got up and walked out of the house; as the night deepened, Little Shan was cooking in the kitchen.

He stood in the center of the small courtyard, his Qi and blood surged within, instantly condensing in his palm.

Boom—

He struck out with a palm.

The sound of breaking through the air echoed.

It was several times stronger than the perfected Slapping Wind Palm!

Fusing martial techniques indeed proved correct.

”Young Master?” Little Shan came out upon hearing the sound, still holding some freshly picked vegetable leaves in her hand, somewhat unclear about what the sound just was.

”Youn... Young Master?” Another voice followed, somewhat aged.

Fang Xiao, returning from the government office, stood dumbfounded at the courtyard entrance.

That palm just now, he saw it clearly, it wasn’t driven by physical strength, but... Qi and Blood Power!

Qi Blood Martial Technique!

Marital techniques don’t differentiate by Qi and blood; only martial artists practicing them do.

With the same martial technique, some could only use physical strength, while the more advanced would utilize Qi and Blood Power to enhance physical strength, thereby enhancing the martial technique’s power.

But some could directly use Qi and Blood Power to support martial techniques, known as Qi Blood Martial Techniques.

Qi Blood Martial Techniques not only possess the inherent power of the technique but also disrupt the opponent’s Qi and blood or even seal the opponent’s accessing of Qi and Blood Power.

This is where Qi Blood Martial Techniques truly shine astonishingly.

He too could perform Qi Blood Martial Techniques.

But that was a secret skill he mastered after decades of martial arts practice.

How long has the young master been practicing martial arts?

”Housekeeper Fang is back.” Chu Ming put away his palm technique, looked over with a calm expression.

Fang Xiao’s eyes were bloodshot, his demeanor quite fatigued, yet his overall state seemed relaxed, with a hint of strange daze.

Seems like the matters at the arresting office were settled.

”Little Shan, is the meal ready?” He patted his stomach, turning to ask.

”Almost ready, almost ready.” Little Shan hurried back into the kitchen with the vegetable leaves, continuing to cook.

After waiting for about half an hour, one after another, the fragrant dishes were served on the table.

Chu Ming was indeed starving, once the meal was set, he announced and started eating.

As they were almost finished, Fang Xiao, who had been quietly speculating the whole time, couldn’t hold his curiosity anymore.

He first sipped the soup, swallowed the rice in his mouth, then gently took a breath, trying to appear less startled.

”Young Master, when I came into the courtyard just now, I saw the palm technique you performed was powerful, was it infused with Qi and Blood Power?”

”Possibly.” Chu Ming replied between bites.

”Young Master has grasped Qi Blood Martial Technique?”

”Qi Blood Martial Technique?” Chu Ming paused, then continued eating, ”Should be.”

Should be?

It clearly was indeed.

Even though Fang Xiao had mentally prepared himself, hearing the confirmation still made his heart race.

The young master’s martial arts talent far exceeded his imagination.

”Right, there’s something to mention.” After having a few bowls, Chu Ming felt nearly full, he then looked towards Fang Xiao and Little Shan.

”I plan to go to Baiyuan Academy tomorrow.”

As the words fell, Little Shan, who was just chewing slowly, froze, her small hand holding chopsticks stiffening in midair, she felt something warm wanting to escape from her eyes.

”I’ll go pour some soup.” Little Shan ran out in a panic, not returning for a while.

Fang Xiao sighed inwardly, yet said nothing more on this matter.

He silently walked to his room, rummaging out a bundle from inside.

”Here are fifteen ounces of silver and two months’ worth of medicinal decoctions; the young master should take them tomorrow.”

”Tomorrow my old acquaintances and I can accompany the young master back to Baiyuan County; it’s good to have someone look after him.”

Chu Ming looked at the bundle, separated the silver inside, and said in a deep voice: ”The silver isn’t needed, I’ll take the decoctions; thank you, Housekeeper Fang, for your care all this time.”

”Young master, Baiyuan Academy requires silver.”

Chu Ming shook his head: ”This is enough.”

Yuan Chengji and the tea stall owner contributed over a dozen ounces of silver, enough for him for a long time.

”Young master...” Fang Xiao wanted to persuade, but Chu Ming took the medicinal decoctions, walked out of the main house, stood at the door, watching Little Shan who was sobbing in the corner.

Just one glance, he went back inside.

...

The next day, on the path outside Liuu Town.

Little Shan and Fang Xiao stood side by side, watching the gradually diminishing carriage.

”Grandpa Fang, why can’t the young master take me?” Little Shan’s eyes were swollen and red.

”The young master is protecting you.”

”Why are you crying, isn’t Grandpa Fang here?”

”Besides, the young master is going to study at Baiyuan Academy, not leaving forever.”

”With the young master’s talent, in two or three years at most, he’ll achieve official rank, and by then, you’ll still serve the young master.”

”Really?”

”Really.”

...

On the carriage heading to Baiyuan County.

Chu Ming sat inside the carriage; his luggage was minimal, a few pieces of clothing, and a thick volume of ”Poetry, Politics, and Military Skill”, while Shao Pengshu steered the carriage outside.

Behind them was another carriage loaded with things and two individuals, Tan Hong and Hou Wuchun.

Most of those items were stuff Hou Wuchun’s mother insisted on bundling, food, supplies, a lot.

On the carriage ahead, Shao Pengshu, while steering, conversed with Chu Ming inside about some strange topics.