High Martial: I Can Copy All Root Bones!

When Lu Changfeng woke up, he felt refreshed and clear-headed.

Stretching languidly, Lu Changfeng got up, then abruptly leaped backward onto a ceiling beam!

There was someone else in the room!

"Do you have to be so jumpy? And to think my master was friends with someone like you."

Sitting at the table, pouring and drinking tea by himself, was none other than the Young Sect Leader of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, Zhao Xingtian!

"Don’t you know how rude it is to enter someone’s room without announcing yourself?" Lu Changfeng cursed inwardly.

"Hey, this is the Wang Family’s Retainer Hall. Do you really think you can just walk all over the Wang Family?"

Zhao Xingtian replied, "I’ve already spoken with the Wang Family Patriarch. After learning that I am my master’s Disciple, he gave me permission to stay with the Wang Family."

Lu Changfeng, recovering from his shock, leaped down from the beam.

Zhao Xingtian’s cultivation seemed even more unfathomable, and his whole presence gave Lu Changfeng a strange feeling.

’This guy... he’s probably broken through to the Bone Refining Realm.’

Lu Changfeng could faintly discern a deep sadness in Zhao Xingtian’s expression.

After a moment of deliberation, he asked, "Where’s Old Luo?"

Zhao Xingtian uttered two flat words. "He’s dead."

A strange anger flared up inside Lu Changfeng.

"Are you insane?" Lu Changfeng said.

Zhao Xingtian abruptly looked up at Lu Changfeng, killing intent flashing in his eyes. A few moments later, he looked away, and the killing intent vanished.

"It turns out the Sword Species had long since fused with Master’s body."

"Passing on the Sword Species requires the ultimate price—one’s life."

"They all hid it from me."

"In his final moments, Master personally passed the Sword Species to me."

"He had long been prepared for the succession."

After speaking, Zhao Xingtian’s expression turned vacant.

He had always believed that Old Luo had selfish motives for taking the Moon Chasing Sword Species.

The Sect Master had guided him to believe this as well.

But if that were true, why would his master have returned?

The Sect Master had used him.

And his master...

"How long are you planning to stay here?" Lu Changfeng interrupted Zhao Xingtian’s mournful thoughts.

Zhao Xingtian glanced at Lu Changfeng. "I don’t know."

’This guy. He’s just confused, so he ran away from home... no, he ran away from his sect.’

"So, where will you stay until you figure things out? Want me to take you to Old Luo’s courtyard?"

"No need. I’ll just stay here with you."

"I see your courtyard has plenty of rooms."

Lu Changfeng rolled his eyes. There was nothing he could do about this guy.

The guy’s Martial Arts were too strong to beat, and he had Wang Shou’s permission to be here. Lu Changfeng could only accept his fate.

However, Lu Changfeng wasn’t completely against the idea.

’This guy has an Upper A Class Root Bone. If he stays here, I can copy his Root Bone, which will speed up my fusion of the Heroic Root Bone.’

"Fine, suit yourself. I’m going to go cultivate."

Lu Changfeng put on his training clothes and left the bedroom, carrying his two-hundred-jin great-saber.

First, he went to find the Retainer Hall’s Steward, Wang Jin, to confirm Zhao Xingtian’s story.

The result, naturally, was that everything Zhao Xingtian had said was true.

He had indeed been granted the right to reside in the Wang Family’s Retainer Hall.

Lu Changfeng returned to his courtyard and began to cultivate.

Hearing the commotion, that guy Zhao Xingtian actually followed him out.

"Hey, don’t you know it’s rude to follow me around like this?" Lu Changfeng said, turning his head.

Zhao Xingtian replied, "I grew up within the gates of the Sword Sect. When we practiced, we all did it where we could see and critique each other."

’So, he’s just a blank slate, untouched by the ways of the world. No wonder he was tricked into killing his master after just a few words.’

In fact, after Zhao Xingtian learned the truth, he went to confront the Sect Master.

But the Sect Master nonchalantly admitted to his scheme, stating that he just didn’t want the Moon Chasing Sword Species to fall into outside hands.

In a fit of anger, Zhao Xingtian decided to leave the sect.

But he was an orphan who had grown up in the Xuanyuan Sword Sect; he had nowhere else to go in the outside world.

Then, a flash of inspiration—the Wang Family of Feng City. Acting on impulse, he made a snap decision and rushed over to Feng City.

The very next day, he found his way to Lu Changfeng’s room.

Since he was his master’s good friend, despite their age difference...

...that made him something like... an elder? No, a friend...

Lu Changfeng ignored Zhao Xingtian and began practicing the Second Layer of the [Fengtian Forging Body Saber Skill].

Switching to the two-hundred-jin great-saber, and with the added torment of the Second Layer of the Body Forging Saber Technique, Lu Changfeng’s daily practice sessions were reduced to just two.

After two sessions, his body would reach its limit.

He had to rest for a whole night before he could continue his training the next day.

Lu Changfeng estimated it would take him half a year before he could begin practicing the Third Layer.

One training session ended.

Lu Changfeng casually dropped the two-hundred-jin iron saber on the ground and collapsed, panting heavily.

"Your Cultivation Technique is interesting."

Zhao Xingtian strode forward without ceremony, crouched down, and tried to pick up the great-saber Lu Changfeng had dropped.

"Hmm?"

Zhao Xingtian used a bit more strength and finally managed to lift the great-saber.

"This weight..."

"No wonder Master became such good friends with you. To think you possess such mettle."

Although Zhao Xingtian was a blank slate when it came to worldly matters, his attainments in the Martial Arts were undeniable.

He could tell at a glance that Lu Changfeng was trying to break through the Blood Forging Sixth Layer.

"When you’re alive, you have to do something meaningful." Lu Changfeng, so tired his eyes were rolling back, tossed out a perfunctory reply.

Zhao Xingtian, however, seemed lost in thought as he set the great-saber down.

"Have you broken through to the Bone Refining Realm?" Lu Changfeng asked, having caught his breath a little.

’Having an expert two whole Realms above me—who doesn’t seem all that bright, either—it would be a waste not to get some free lessons.’

Zhao Xingtian nodded. "Mm, yes."

"You just broke through to the Bone Refining Realm. Don’t you need to consolidate your cultivation?"

Zhao Xingtian replied, "The best way to consolidate the Bone Refining Realm is to simply let time pass. Your bones will naturally transform into Jade Bone as they are steeped in Inner Strength."

"How many stages does the Bone Refining Realm have?" Lu Changfeng asked.

Zhao Xingtian snapped back to reality. "Are you treating me like an encyclopedia?"

"Stingy. Your master and I were great friends, you know," Lu Changfeng retorted with a pout.

Zhao Xingtian’s breath caught in his throat. He composed himself and said, "There’s no harm in telling you. The Bone Refining Realm is divided into five stages: Jade Bone, Iron Bone, Silver Bone, Golden Bone, and Spirit Bone."

"The most exaggerated increase in the Bone Refining Realm is strength. Each minor stage breakthrough can multiply your power several times over."

"A Martial Artist in the Bone Refining Realm can also be called a Martial Sect."

"Right now, I am at the Jade Bone Martial Sect stage, though of course, my bones have not yet fully transformed."

"At this stage, I just need to circulate my Inner Strength, and it will stimulate my bones to evolve, naturally increasing my power."

"It’s best not to engage in combat during this period. Fighting will interrupt the bone evolution process, and the loss would outweigh the gain."

"After the bones completely transform into Spirit Bone, the Inner Strength in the body will convert into True Energy. At that point, one can enter the Rebirth Realm."

"A Tendon Transformation Martial Artist can live up to 120 years. A Bone Refining Martial Artist can live up to 150. But a Rebirth Realm Martial Artist can live for 200 to 300 years!"