High Martial: I Can Copy All Root Bones!

Leaving the Taizhen Martial Arts Hall, the sky had already grown completely dark.

Lu Changfeng and Teng Xiaofan walked side-by-side toward the Changle Martial Arts Hall.

Teng Xiaofan mulled it over for a moment before speaking. "Hall Master, I have a feeling that once Sikong Jue returns to the Sikong Family, he might never come out again."

Lu Changfeng raised an eyebrow. "What makes you say that?"

Teng Xiaofan scratched his head. "Because my master once said that bloodlines can be stolen."

"My master stole a Demon Fiend Bloodline. He used its power to stimulate his breakthrough to the Rebirth Realm, which was the only way, especially in this era of waning Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy." Though Teng Xiaofan was a chatterbox, he was also quite straightforward and revealed this information to Lu Changfeng.

"Oh? That’s horrifying. Do you know what method is used to steal a bloodline?" Lu Changfeng’s brow furrowed slightly.

’If that’s really the case, should I think of a way to save Sikong Jue?’

Teng Xiaofan shook his head. "That, I don’t know. But my master promised me that if I reach the point of Rebirth in the future, he’ll find a Demon Fiend Bloodline for me."

How would he find one? Naturally, by stealing it from someone. A legendary figure like the Thief God, famous for so long, was certainly no soft-hearted person.

"So the Thief God really broke through to the Rebirth Realm, just as the rumors say?" Lu Changfeng noted another key point.

"Of course," Teng Xiaofan said proudly.

"I wonder when I might have the chance to meet Senior Thief God in person." Lu Changfeng put on an admiring expression, but inwardly he was thinking, ’The Root Bone and Talent on that Thief God should be more than enough for me to copy.’

"I haven’t seen the old man myself in two years. No idea where he ran off to."

"I’ll introduce you if I get the chance," Teng Xiaofan offered.

Lu Changfeng found it a bit strange. "I’m making you a handyman for a year. You don’t hate me?"

"Hate you for what? A bet is a bet. Since you all caught me, it just means I, the Thief Saint, lost."

"When you’re out in the world, you have to know when to bow your head. Let me tell you, it’s not like my master never got caught when he was stealing things."

"When he was teaching me as a kid, he once told me about the time he snuck into the palace to steal from the Empress..."

Lu Changfeng waited for Teng Xiaofan’s juicy exposé, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

He had to admit, if this kind of gossip made it into the Jiangzhou tabloids, it would be an instant headline.

The two of them continued on their way back to the Changle Martial Arts Hall.

After the daytime’s festivities, the Changle Martial Arts Hall had returned to its usual tranquility.

The red decorations had been taken down by the disciples, and everything was back to normal.

Even late at night, many disciples were still practicing their Martial Arts in the hall.

Lu Changfeng had stipulated that the Changle Martial Arts Hall would be open twenty-four hours a day, so many disciples continued to practice even after dark.

Returning at night, Lu Changfeng saw his disciples diligently practicing their swordsmanship. He casually offered a few words of guidance, which brought them immense benefits. They secretly thought to themselves that putting in the extra practice today was truly worth it.

Afterward, Lu Changfeng led Teng Xiaofan to a side room to settle in.

His daily duties would just be sweeping the floors, but given his excellent Lightweight Skill, he could also run errands for the hall, like delivering messages.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that Teng Xiaofan was subdued by the Taihong Association disciples.

Over a dozen Bone Refining Realm cultivators had attacked him at once, not to mention two Seven-colored Disciples.

A Seven-colored Disciple’s strength was at least at the Second or Third Layer of the Bone Refining Realm, which put them several levels of power above Teng Xiaofan.

In reality, Teng Xiaofan was a Grand Martial Artist at the Tendon Transformation Peak, so his actual combat strength was quite decent.

Coupled with his [Flying Swallow] and [Transformation] Talents, as well as his superb Disguise and Transformation Martial Arts, even Bone Refining Realm cultivators would normally have a hard time catching him when he was on a job.

In recent years, the name of the Thief Saint had become extremely famous in the Martial Arts Realm.

One could get a sense of his skill from the time he successfully infiltrated the Pavilion Master’s Mansion, stole the undergarments of the Mansion Master’s concubine, and escaped unscathed.

It was just that no one had ever imagined the Thief Saint was the Direct Disciple of the Thief God from over a hundred years ago...

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Zhao Xingtian left the Martial Arts Hall.

Other than Lu Changfeng, no one else even noticed his absence.

After all, the guy frequently stayed at the Misty Rain Tower and rarely socialized with anyone in the hall.

Lu Changfeng resumed his cultivation, consuming the Buddha Heart Pills.

He took two pills each day.

Three days later, Lu Changfeng had consumed all six remaining Buddha Heart Pills.

His Fengtian Forging Body Saber Skill advanced two consecutive layers, reaching the Sixth Layer. He could now cultivate while wielding a six-hundred-jin broadsaber.

His vital energy and blood reached a terrifying level, bringing him to the peak of the Blood Forging Seventh Layer. He was just a hair’s breadth away from breaking through to the Blood Forging Eighth Layer.

Lu Changfeng’s ability to reach such a level in a short time was due to an indispensable combination of factors: the Top-level Blood Refining Technique [Fengtian Forging Body Saber Skill], the High-Grade Saber Talent [Saber Extremity], his Upper A-Class Root Bone, and the Buddha Heart Pills.

’Now that my vital energy and blood have reached this level, my cultivation progress has slowed to a snail’s pace without the Buddha Heart Pills.’

’Regular Exotic Beast Meat has completely lost its effect. Its ability to augment my vital energy and blood is probably weaker than what my own body can generate.’

’If I just cultivate normally, I’m afraid it’ll take who knows how long to break through this bottleneck.’

’No wonder most people choose to condense their Inner Strength and advance to the Tendon Transformation Realm at the Blood Forging Seventh Layer.’

Lu Changfeng stepped out of the Cultivation Chamber and went to the training grounds to give some pointers to his disciples.

He also took the opportunity to shake off the fatigue from the past three days of intense cultivation.

Among his disciples, Nie Xiaohu and Han Fan still had the fastest cultivation progress.

Their progress in both the Storm Sword Technique and the Storm Body Forging Sword Skill far surpassed that of the ordinary disciples.

Below those two were Lin Yan, Nan Jiageng, and a few others.

After some time, a clear stratification of strength had emerged among the hall’s disciples. It was a stark reminder of the importance of Root Bone and Talent.

After giving his disciples some guidance, Lu Changfeng left the Martial Arts Hall alone.

Lu Changfeng moved quickly, and it wasn’t long before he arrived at the Jiangzhou East Suburb.

This area was outside the city walls and extremely remote, with only a few dilapidated houses scattered about.

The upside of the suburbs, however, was the tranquility. The grass and trees grew wild, and the air was fresh.

There, amidst a bamboo forest, stood a quiet temple with a fresh coat of red lacquer.

A few pairs of white birds swooped down, landing on the shoulder of a sweeping monk.

The Sweeping Monk smiled, took a few grains from his robes, and fed the birds. The scene was one of perfect harmony.

But Lu Changfeng did not dare to be careless, for he knew that this temple was the territory of the Dark Buddha Demon Sect—one of the nine great Demon Sects under the banner of the top-tier Demon Dao Influence, the Saint Demon Sect.

In order to get close to Lu Changfeng and seize the great merit of being the first to find the Saint Master, the Dark Buddha Demon Sect had specifically moved their stronghold to Jiangzhou Prefecture City.

It was an incredibly bold move.

Although the Saint Demon Sect had been keeping an extremely low profile lately, the Demon Dao was still the Demon Dao. There was no shortage of people from the Martial Arts Realm, self-proclaimed champions of the Righteous Dao, who would come to their door to eliminate demons and make a name for themselves.

Not to mention, they were located in Jiangzhou Prefecture City, a place where most of the righteous sects and Martial Arts Families of Jiangnan Prefecture were gathered. The danger level was easily nine stars out of ten.

For the sake of his own cultivation, Lu Changfeng took a shallow breath and stepped into the temple.

Before the temple, the two words "Killing Temple," inscribed with a murderous aura, were enough to scare away most common folk, resulting in the temple having next to no worshippers.

The Sweeping Monk, who had been watching the white birds eat, looked up at Lu Changfeng.

"Hm? Saint... Donor Lu!"