Wang Sheng’s cultivation problems eventually returned to the basics.
His Qi-Blood Power needed to be strong to quickly overcome the Flipping Illness stage, so his demand for the Ten-Complete Great Replenishing Pill increased significantly.
Even at the current rate of consumption, it was still not enough.
Out of necessity, Wang Sheng could only extend the duration of his Medicinal Plant Cultivation to ensure that his Qi-Blood could get sufficient replenishment.
About ten days passed like this.
“Qi Rushing to the Disease: Flipping Illness (75%)
Eight Section Brocade: Breakthrough +3 (25%)
Inner Core Skill (Hundred Days Foundation Establishment): Breakthrough +3 (18%)
Herb Recognition: Breakthrough +2 (75%)
Medicinal Plant Cultivation: Breakthrough +3 (56%)
Ten-Complete Great Replenishing Pill Production: 3 (13%)
Baji Quan: 8 (25%)
Plum Flower Step: 6 (13%)”
This was Wang Sheng’s progress during this period, and the overall progress was still not significant.
Perhaps because he had been making pills too much, his skill in producing the Ten-Complete Great Replenishing Pill had also been improved, but currently, aside from making the pills rounder, there were no other effects.
The greatest progress, naturally, was in Qi Rushing to the Disease.
Since entering the Flipping Illness stage, in these ten days, he had been constantly attacking the disease cores, and on the seventh day, he managed to break through the first three disease cores.
However, when he wanted to attempt to attack the disease core formed by the Martial Artist’s plague, he felt a hint of danger. It was not deadly, but it would be very troublesome.
Eventually, he chose to trust his instincts and did not immediately attack the Martial Artist’s plague core.
Instead, he chose to be more cautious, continuing to enhance his Qi-Blood Power to increase his chances.
It is worth mentioning that his blood, under introspective state, felt much “thicker” than before.
Previously, it was a barely perceptible feeling, but now after ten days, this sensation had become much more pronounced, and it seemed that both the strength of his blood and his Qi-Blood Power had also become stronger as a result.
“In the novels of my previous life, could a drop of blood weigh as much as a thousand jun really be achieved?”
The blood becoming “thicker” indicated that its density had increased.
The same volume of blood, naturally, the higher the density, the greater the mass.
A drop of blood weighing as much as a thousand jun was not impossible.
But—
“Am I not supposed to be following the path of a Daoist?”
Inner Core Skill was, without a doubt, a Daoist path.
But following this development, he might become a Martial Arts Saint possessing overwhelming power before he even became an immortal.
However, he could confirm that the path he was on was undoubtedly that of the Inner Core Skill.
“Could it be because I used Qi-Blood Power in place of the ‘Qi’ originally required for the Inner Core Skill?”
Wang Sheng himself was somewhat puzzled.
Whether it was Inner Core Skill or Eight Section Brocade, they had no effect in cultivation in themselves; they served only for nourishment.
With the help of the progress bar, breaking through limits, Wang Sheng had become the martial artist he was today.
Ultimately, Wang Sheng gave up on figuring it out right now; as long as his path was still that of the Inner Core Skill, minor details were unimportant.
The Way, as long as it does not change, is fine!
After all, with Inner Core Skill, there was a process of excavating the human body’s great medicine; increasing the strength of his blood and Qi-Blood Power was strictly speaking, a good thing.
Realizing this, Wang Sheng once again immersed himself in enhancing his Qi-Blood Power.
Let it all increase, the higher, the better!
His days were peaceful, but that was not necessarily the case for others.
Today, a significant incident occurred in Qingshan Village.
A group of playing children found a man around 30 years old with severe injuries by the riverside.
These children had recently been taught to always inform adults when encountering strangers, so upon discovery, they immediately notified their families.
Poor and treacherous mountain terrains may breed troublesome folks, but under the influence of the esteemed scholar, the villagers of Qingshan Village over several generations remained quite simple and honest.
Thus, a few elders brought this man to the only physician in the village, Ji Yang, old man Ji’s place.
Upon seeing the man and after a simple examination, old man Ji’s face turned green.
If it had been him who encountered this man, he would have definitely kicked him into the water, letting him go wherever he pleased, just not to Qingshan Village.
The reason was simple.
After his examination, he found that this man was a martial artist.
The characteristics of martial artists, which he had heard about when he was an apprentice, were most evident in their skin.
Any martial artist would have very strong external defenses.
Otherwise, the first to get hurt when using martial arts would be themselves.
Old man Ji had confirmed during his examination that although this man had many knife wounds, his skin was extremely tough, definitely not something ordinary folks could achieve.
He was undoubtedly a martial artist.
What did a martial artist full of knife wounds represent?
It represented big trouble!
Old man Ji knew very well. If this martial artist had enemies, they might very well come after him.
He wanted to just get rid of the man, but when he saw the children still standing at the doorway, and thought about the consequences if the martial artist woke up during that process, he decided—
“Can you help me fetch Wang Sheng, Brother Wang?”
The children didn’t want to go, they wanted to stay and see what was happening, but were shooed away by their parents.
The kids might not understand, but their parents knew very well. Wang Sheng was a martial artist, and old man Ji asking for Wang Sheng implied that the identity of the unconscious man wasn’t simple and signified trouble.
At this time, they shared old man Ji’s earlier thoughts; they should have kicked the man back where he came from.
Let whoever wants to help him help!
Wang Sheng had been practicing Ba Duan Jin at home, when several children came over, pulled him, and left, announcing that it was a big deal.
He had no choice but to follow the children.
A few minutes later, he stood at the doorstep of old man Ji’s house.
“It’s not another death due to the martial artist plague, is it? Wasn’t it said that it doesn’t hugely affect ordinary people?”
Thinking to himself, he entered old man Ji’s house.
Upon seeing Wang Sheng arrive, old man Ji visibly relaxed and then said to the remaining adults, “I need to speak with Yun Sheng alone for a moment.”
The adults understood and forcibly dragged the children away.
“Old man Ji, tell me, what’s going on?”
By then, Wang Sheng had also seen the person lying on the sick bed.
Without any hesitation, old man Ji pointed at the man and said, “See him? This man was found by the children by the riverbank, a martial artist, severely injured!”
Wang Sheng frowned and said, “You plan to treat him? Old man Ji, you should know better than I do the trouble he brings.”
After hesitating for a while, he then continued, “How about we throw him back where we found him?”
Martial artist + severe injuries = trouble!
Wang Sheng didn’t want to invite that kind of trouble.
Old man Ji was somewhat shocked. Although he had the same thoughts, hearing Wang Sheng state it so bluntly was somewhat astonishing.
Could it be said that it’s expected in a village like theirs?
True, since he’s not from our village, there’s no need for sympathy.
Since Wang Sheng had spoken openly, he felt no need to hide his thoughts either.
“My concern is that he may suddenly wake up, and I won’t be able to hold him down!”
“Then I’ll do it!”
Saying this, Wang Sheng was about to move the martial artist lying on the bed.
The martial artist in the bed felt somewhat panicky.
Had the villagers now become so unsympathetic?
How should he naturally wake up, online and waiting, urgently!
