Martial Dao: I Can Enhance My Talents

Li Feng didn’t speak, but a flicker of astonishment crossed his stern eyes.

In order to hone his Saber Technique, he had taken on many Demon Beast-hunting missions and was extremely familiar with their Essence Qi. The sheer abundance of Essence Qi in this meat far surpassed that of any Demon Beast Meat he had ever encountered.

"This is good stuff. Everyone, have some."

Fang Han said with a smile.

Xiao Chen picked up a piece with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. The meat was stewed so tenderly that it practically melted on his tongue.

A scorching sensation instantly rose from his stomach, as if he had just consumed a precious Elixir meant to replenish Qi and blood. A hot current surged through his meridians, spreading to his limbs and bones.

Wisps of Qi and Blood Power seeped into his muscles, bones, and skin. He could clearly feel his physical strength increasing at a rapid and tangible rate.

His chopsticks froze in mid-air, a look of disbelief appearing on his handsome face.

"Even the meat of an Upper Three Grades Demon wouldn’t have this kind of effect, would it?"

He looked up at Fang Han, who was seated at the head of the table, his gaze filled with shock.

"What kind of Demon’s meat is this?"

The other three also felt the meat’s miraculous properties and looked at Fang Han in unison.

Only Yun Qianyue, who already knew the truth, watched everyone’s surprised expressions with amusement, her cool eyes curving into slight crescents.

Fang Han swallowed a piece of meat and slowly said:

"The meat of a Grandmaster Demon."

The piece of meat on Shi Meng’s chopsticks fell into his bowl with a PLOP.

Li Feng’s fingers tightened abruptly. His face remained stern, but the corner of his eye twitched violently.

Xiao Chen’s smile froze on his face, replaced by a nearly stupefied expression.

Huang Ling’er’s voice cracked:

"A... a Grandmaster Demon? Senior Brother Fang, are you saying... a Grandmaster Demon?"

Fang Han nodded.

The hall fell into a dead silence.

The four of them sat like statues, their gazes darting back and forth between Fang Han’s face and the basin of meat.

"Senior Brother Fang."

Shi Meng swallowed hard, his voice as hoarse as if he had just crawled out of a desert.

"You’re not joking with us, are you?"

Fang Han glanced at him, the corner of his mouth lifting in a faint arc. "Do I look like I am?"

Shi Meng fell silent.

His gaze returned to the piece of meat in his bowl. He picked it up again with his chopsticks and took a huge bite.

Juices spurted out as he spoke indistinctly with his cheeks puffed out:

"Who cares if it is or not! I’m eating first and asking questions later!"

Huang Ling’er couldn’t help but laugh at Shi Meng’s antics, and the shock she felt moments ago dissipated somewhat.

She lifted her bowl, picked up a piece of meat, and placed it in her mouth. After chewing it carefully for a moment, her eyes sparkled with wonder.

A rare smile appeared on Li Feng’s stern face as he silently picked up a piece of meat and began to eat.

Knowing what a treasure this was, they all ate in silence. For a time, no one spoke.

However, the Essence Qi contained within the Grandmaster Demon Meat was simply too immense for an ordinary Martial Artist to withstand.

Xiao Chen, who had the weakest Cultivation at only the Eighth Grade, was the first to succumb. Qi and blood surged through him, his face flushing crimson as if he were drunk.

He felt the Qi and blood in his body roiling like boiling water. A fire seemed to be burning in his Dantian, and a strange sensation, both pleasant and painfully taut, spread through his limbs and bones.

He leaned back in his chair and let out a long, turbid breath, which actually condensed into a faint white mist in the air.

"Grandmaster Demon Meat... it really is incredible stuff..."

He looked at Fang Han with considerable regret.

"It’s a shame my Cultivation is too weak. I could only manage five pieces before I couldn’t take any more."

Right after Xiao Chen, Shi Meng also quickly reached his limit.

His dark skin reddened visibly, and fine beads of sweat formed on his forehead, trickling down his cheeks.

He tugged at his collar, and even his exhaled breath carried a scorching heat.

"No more, I can’t take any more."

Shi Meng placed his chopsticks on the table, his voice growing raspy.

"This meat is too potent. If I eat any more, I’m afraid I’ll explode."

Huang Ling’er only managed to last one piece longer than Shi Meng.

Her oval face was flushed crimson, her nose beaded with sweat, and even her breathing had become ragged.

She picked up her teacup and gulped down a large mouthful of cool tea, barely managing to suppress the wave of heat rising from her stomach.

"This Grandmaster Demon’s meat..."

She set down her cup and wiped the sweat from her brow with a handkerchief.

"You really can’t eat too much of it. Any more, and I’m afraid my meridians would be damaged by this Qi and Blood Power."

Li Feng put down his chopsticks without a word.

He had eaten more than ten pieces, which was his limit.

A rare flush appeared on his stern face, and the veins on his forehead bulged slightly. He was clearly using his Inner Qi to suppress the rampaging hot current of Qi and blood within his body.

Yun Qianyue also stopped after eating just over ten pieces.

Her purple veil hid her complexion, but her exposed eyes held a strange, moist luster.

She sat upright at the table, her aura clearly less stable than usual.

Seeing that the others had stopped eating, Fang Han simply started eating by himself.

Piece after piece, the meat in the porcelain basin diminished at a visible rate.

He ate not quickly, but with extreme steadiness.

Every bite was chewed thoroughly, every mouthful unhurried.

The hot current of Qi and blood, potent enough to cause Li Feng and the others painful swelling in their meridians, was forcefully suppressed the moment it entered his body, unable to cause any disturbance.

"As expected of an Upper Three Grades Martial Artist. His endurance is on a completely different level from ours."

Shi Meng said, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he watched Fang Han deliver piece after piece of meat to his mouth.

"I can’t believe the gap between us and Upper Three Grades Martial Artists is this huge."

Huang Ling’er was also left speechless.

She had personally experienced the terrifying Essence Qi contained in the meat. Seeing Fang Han eat it piece after piece now, her face was filled with utter disbelief.

Yun Qianyue said nothing.

She just watched Fang Han quietly, a faint hint of a smile in her cool eyes.

Li Feng sat with his saber in his arms, inwardly shocked at the gap between himself and Fang Han.

Finally, the porcelain basin was empty.

Fang Han put down his chopsticks and slowly exhaled a turbid breath.

At this moment, the Grandmaster Demon’s meat in his stomach had transformed into an indescribably vast torrent of Qi and blood, which surged and roared within him like a captive dragon frantically ramming against its cage of flesh.

In the process, the cage of flesh was also being strengthened.

His expression remained calm, but deep within his eyes, a faint crimson glint flashed and disappeared.

Clearly, even with the constitution of an Upper Three Grades Martial Artist, eating so much Grandmaster Demon Meat was starting to push his limits.

"It’s getting late. We should be going."

As the banquet concluded, Yun Qianyue stood up and said.

Li Feng, Huang Ling’er, Shi Meng, and Xiao Chen also rose to their feet.

Astonishing Qi and Blood Power was churning within their bodies, and they needed to quickly cultivate and refine it without delay.

Fang Han didn’t try to keep them. He stood up and walked the five of them to the courtyard gate.

After seeing them off, Fang Han turned, crossed the courtyard, and pushed open the door to his Quiet Chamber.

He slid the bolt shut behind him and began to circulate his Body Hardening Technique, the Xuanwu True Skill.

BOOM—

At that moment, the Qi and blood in his body spiraled completely out of control.

The long-suppressed searing heat erupted from the depths of his Dantian like a bursting dam, instantly sweeping through his limbs and bones.

Every inch of his muscles and bones, every meridian, every muscle fiber trembled under this terrifying heatwave.

His skin reddened at a visible rate. Sweat evaporated into white mist from his body’s high temperature before it could even form, swirling around him and looking particularly eerie in the dim Quiet Chamber.

An ordinary Third Grade Martial Artist would never have his level of endurance.

The reason he dared to eat so much Grandmaster Demon Meat was because after reaching the Entry Level with his Xuanwu True Skill, his physical strength had long surpassed others of the same rank. The resilience of his meridians and the sheer volume of his Qi and blood were far beyond what any ordinary Third Grade Martial Artist could compare to.

VMMM—

Fang Han took a deep breath.

The breath was as scorching as a blast of hot air from a furnace, making a faint hissing sound in the Quiet Chamber.

The Xuanwu True Skill circulated at high speed.

His body twisted slightly as he assumed the bizarre posture he knew by heart.

His muscles tensed, and his bones emitted a series of faint CRACKs, as if countless tiny gears were interlocking and turning inside his body.

Guided by the Cultivation Technique, the immense torrent of Qi and blood finally found an outlet—

It was no longer rampaging aimlessly. Instead, it followed the circulation path of the Xuanwu True Skill, pouring into his muscles, bones, skin, and internal organs—into every inch of flesh that needed to be tempered.

RUSH—

The sound of his Qi and blood surging was clearly audible in the silent Quiet Chamber.

It was not an illusion, but a real sound—his blood was flowing through his vessels at such high speed that it sounded like a rushing stream.

His body was like a piece of Profound Iron thrown into a furnace, repeatedly forged, quenched, and tempered in the terrifying fire of his Qi and blood.

Every fiber of his flesh greedily absorbed the life Essence contained within the Grandmaster Demon’s meat.

Every one of his bones grew tougher at a faint but tangible rate.

Every inch of his skin became firmer and denser under the baptism of scorching heat.

Sweat finally broke through the blockade of his body’s high temperature, dripping continuously from his temples, sideburns, and jaw, spreading into dark patches on the gray brick floor beneath him.

The moment a patch of moisture spread, it was shattered by the next falling droplet, sending ripples expanding outward.

Time passed in silence.

Inside the Quiet Chamber, there was only the sound of Fang Han’s long, suppressed breaths and the rush of his Qi and blood, like a flowing stream.

An unknown amount of time passed—

The white mist steaming from Fang Han’s body gradually faded, the crimson color of his skin slowly subsided, and his breathing returned to normal.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Deep within his pupils, a dark golden light flashed and vanished—a trace left behind after the residual Essence from the Grandmaster Demon’s meat was completely refined.

He gently exhaled a turbid breath. The air condensed, shooting out like an arrow for about a foot and tracing a faint white line in the dim Quiet Chamber before slowly dissipating.

"As expected of Grandmaster Demon Meat."

Fang Han held out his hands and looked down at his palms.

Beneath his skin, a faint, lustrous sheen seemed to flow—a phenomenon that only appeared after a significant increase in physical strength.

He could clearly feel that his progress in the Xuanwu True Skill was several times faster than when he was cultivating with the Vajra Pill.

The Vajra Pill was already an extremely precious treasure for Body Hardening, but this Grandmaster Demon’s meat was clearly an even more valuable one.

"If I supplement my Cultivation by eating Grandmaster Demon Meat every day, I should be able to bring the Xuanwu True Skill to the Minor Achievement stage in a month at most. I’ll possess a physical defense that’s difficult for an ordinary Late Stage of First Grade expert to injure."

"I have several hundred catties of Grandmaster Demon Meat on hand right now, which should be enough for a month."

Fang Han muttered to himself, his eyes glowing with a faint fervor.

In a month at most, his Xuanwu True Skill would reach the Minor Achievement stage, granting him a formidable physical defense that would be difficult for an ordinary Late Stage of First Grade expert to injure.

Not only that, but his physical strength would also skyrocket, far surpassing his current power.