Chapter 77 - 76: Ancient Demon Fiend Bloodline
This was Lu Changfeng’s secret base. Besides Chunzhu and Hei Niu, no one else was allowed inside.
Celestial Silkworm Seeds were also raised in the cellar, and Hei Niu was usually responsible for feeding and caring for them.
Now at the Blood Forging Eighth Layer, Lu Changfeng no longer had any use for Celestial Silkworm Meat. He gave most of it to Chunzhu to consume.
A portion was also given out as rewards to the disciples of the Martial Arts Hall.
There was also a training area in the cellar, perfect for Lu Changfeng to experiment with new moves.
’Bloodline, activate!’ With a thought, the Demon Fiend Bloodline within Lu Changfeng began to flow.
In an instant, Lu Changfeng’s body swelled in size. Fortunately, having witnessed Sikong Jue’s transformation before, Lu Changfeng had taken off his outer clothes in advance.
Lu Changfeng’s eyes turned gold, and his long hair grew hard and sharp, each strand like a sharp sword.
Arrogance and fury flashed through Lu Changfeng’s eyes from time to time, but he felt he could still suppress it for now.
’After activating the Demon Fiend Bloodline, its energy rampages through my body, recklessly damaging every part of me.’
Lu Changfeng could clearly feel his muscles, internal organs, and meridians all taking a beating.
After briefly assessing the feeling and estimating the maximum time he could endure, Lu Changfeng wasted no more time.
’Sword Bone Demon Rain!’
With a thought, Lu Changfeng naturally activated the Demon Fiend Skill, as if it were an innate ability.
Under the influence of the Demon Fiend Bloodline, the golden hair on the back of Lu Changfeng’s head stood on end. Once he locked onto his target...
...the golden hair transformed into an eerie golden rain of swords, suddenly extending seven or eight meters to pierce through a three-meter-wide boulder!
’The activation is fast! It’s impossible to dodge within seven or eight meters!’
’The power is also immense. It might be the strongest single strike I have at my disposal right now!’
’It’s just that the damage to my body the moment I activate it... COUGH COUGH...’ Lu Changfeng coughed up some black blood.
It was only a test of the skill; there was no need to harm himself further. Lu Changfeng decisively deactivated the Demon Fiend Bloodline.
The Demon Fiend Bloodline quickly receded and contracted, going dormant deep within Lu Changfeng’s body.
’The Demon Fiend Bloodline... it really is tyrannical.’
’It’s hard to imagine how the Human Race fought against the Demon Fiends back in the Ancient Times when they roamed the world.’
But, he imagined, the Human Race back then must have had a constant stream of heroes and prodigies.
Lu Changfeng got up and left the cellar.
Back on the surface, Lu Changfeng found that the sky outside was already completely dark.
COUGH, COUGH.
A night breeze blew past, and Lu Changfeng couldn’t help but let out a few dry coughs.
The damage from simply activating the bloodline had been manageable. However, the final use of the Demon Fiend Skill, which caused the Demon Fiend Bloodline to erupt instantaneously, resulted in slightly more severe damage.
But it was fine. Lu Changfeng estimated that two or three days of rest would be enough to recover.
To be on the safe side, however, Lu Changfeng headed straight for the pharmacy across the street from the Martial Arts Hall.
When Wei Chun heard that Lu Changfeng had arrived, he sent his apprentice away and personally attended to him.
"Master Lu, this is the first time you’ve come to my shop. What a rare occasion," Wei Chun said with a smile.
Lu Changfeng shook his head. "No one wants to visit a pharmacy without a reason."
"True! Master Lu, your Martial Arts are unparalleled. You’re the number one Swordsman on Five Horses Street. Not many people could possibly injure you," Wei Chun said.
Wei Chun had naturally heard a thing or two about Lu Changfeng recently making a name for himself in Jiangzhou Prefecture City.
"I had a small mishap while training this time..."
"Doctor Wei, I need some Internal Injury Medicine. Price is not an issue," Lu Changfeng said.
Wei Chun nodded. "Understood. I’ll prepare it for you personally."
Wei Chun turned to the medicine cabinets behind him. Grabbing a handful here and weighing some there, he soon had a bag of medicinal herbs ready.
"Master Lu, I’ve decocted one dose for you. You can take it on the spot. You can take the remaining doses home to prepare yourself."
Lu Changfeng nodded in agreement.
Wei Chun personally decocted the medicine for Lu Changfeng, controlling the heat perfectly. A bowl of thick medicinal soup was soon served.
With Lu Changfeng’s constitution, the temperature of the hot soup was naturally no issue for him.
He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
Wei Chun had clearly put a lot of thought into this Internal Injury Medicine. Its effects were extraordinary. As the soup went down, a slight numbness began to spread through the injured areas in his body.
Combined with Lu Changfeng’s monstrous constitution, he could directly feel his internal injuries beginning to heal rapidly.
"Doctor Wei, you truly have a miraculous healing touch," Lu Changfeng said, clasping his hands in a gesture of respect.
Wei Chun had been observing Lu Changfeng’s reaction and only now spoke up. "Haha, that’s a new prescription I developed. I knew your constitution was far beyond that of an ordinary person, so I doubled the potency. For a normal person, it would probably be poison. Only someone like you, Master Lu, could handle it."
Lu Changfeng had a sudden realization. "So that’s how it is. Doctor Wei, you have my deepest admiration."
’The way of medicine, I suppose, requires bold hypotheses and courageous experimentation.’
’Of course, it would be even better if I weren’t the test subject next time,’ Lu Changfeng added silently.
"Doctor Wei, I have an impudent request. When you have free time, I’d like to come learn the ways of medicine from you. I want to learn how to identify herbs, prepare medicines, and the art of Alchemy."
Lu Changfeng had considered delving into medicine before, and this internal injury was the perfect opportunity to start.
Wei Chun’s medical skills weren’t the absolute best, but they were more than sufficient to teach Lu Changfeng the basics of identifying herbs, preparing medicines, and Alchemy.
He already possessed the Longevity Sword Dao, which was equivalent to having an endless Lifespan.
In the long years to come, time would pass slowly. It never hurts to have another skill.
Besides, medicine and poison were two sides of the same coin. He didn’t need to learn how to poison others, but at the very least, he shouldn’t be easily poisoned himself.
Wei Chun laughed heartily. "Of course, that’s no problem at all. As long as you have the time, Master Lu, you can come over whenever you want, and I will teach you myself."
Wei Chun’s tone then shifted. "I have a grandson named Wei He. Although his Root Bone and Talent are poor, he has always wanted to practice Martial Arts. I was wondering if Master Lu, for my sake, could make an exception..."
Lu Changfeng cut him off directly. "No problem. Have him come over anytime. I’ll arrange for a disciple to teach him Swordsmanship. No matter how poor his talent is, I can guarantee he will successfully reach the Blood Forging Realm."
Wei Chun’s face lit up with joy. "Then I must thank you, Master Lu!"
"It’s just a matter of mutual courtesy!" Lu Changfeng and Wei Chun exchanged a knowing smile.
Lu Changfeng returned to the Martial Arts Hall, carrying the bag of medicine.
He handed the herbs to Chunzhu and asked her to decoct them. Three more doses tomorrow should be enough to ensure his internal injuries healed completely, leaving no hidden issues.
He couldn’t avoid a round of questioning from Chunzhu.
But Lu Changfeng managed to brush her off with some vague answers.
Chunzhu never pried into matters of Lu Changfeng’s Martial Arts Cultivation, because she knew that her own Martial Arts Talent and Realm were far inferior to his.
To interfere casually would only be a bother to Lu Changfeng.
On the contrary, it was Lu Changfeng who would often give Chunzhu pointers on her Lightweight Skill.
Coupled with Chunzhu’s own bit of underlying talent for it, although her Realm was not high, her execution of Lightweight Skill was still quite good.
Martial Arts Cultivation valued diligence above all.
Even with his internal injuries, Lu Changfeng persisted in his training.
His body was damaged, so he couldn’t practice the overly strenuous Fengtian Forging Body Saber Skill for the time being.
So, Lu Changfeng pulled out a Swordsmanship manual sent by Xuansha, took his longsword, and went to the backyard to practice a new style of Swordsmanship for his Longevity Sword Dao to devour.
This was a Blood Forging Realm Swordsmanship called [Cotton Cloud Soft Sword]. It emphasized entanglement and had a soft, yielding sword style.
It was Lu Changfeng’s first time learning a similar style of Swordsmanship. He practiced the sword while contemplating its principles.
As he absorbed different styles of Swordsmanship, his Formless Tracing would also grow stronger.
One day, the moment an opponent made a move, Lu Changfeng would be able to find a fatal flaw and return the favor with interest.
...
Under the thick blanket of night.
A figure sped across the rooftops of Jiangzhou Prefecture City.
"Hold on, we’re almost at the Martial Arts Hall," Teng Xiaofan encouraged the person on his back.
On his back was a young man, battered and bloody, his face deathly pale.
A closer look at his face in the moonlight revealed it was none other than Sikong Jue!
Sikong Jue was in a terrible state.
His breathing was as faint as a thread; he could die at any moment.
The eaves of the Changle Martial Arts Hall were just ahead. Teng Xiaofan considered that there might still be disciples training in the practice grounds at this hour, so he changed direction and headed for the rear courtyard.
SWOOSH!
Teng Xiaofan’s Lightweight Skill was extraordinary. Even while carrying another person, he easily vaulted over the high courtyard wall and landed in the backyard.
Lu Changfeng, who was practicing his sword, was speechless. ’How many times has this been? Is my backyard really a public thoroughfare now?’
When he got a clear look and saw that it was Teng Xiaofan with Sikong Jue on his back, Lu Changfeng couldn’t help but frown deeply.
"What happened?"