Qin Kun's days settled back into a calm rhythm, much like before, starting each morning by working in the Liu Family's Slaughterhouse.
Two days later, Qin Kun heard a piece of news that astonished him.
"Qian Feng... is dead."
"He died last night... from severe injuries, alas... He was a person with a bitter fate; his father was a gambler who sold him to the Liu Family to pay off a debt. Now that he's dead, his father isn't even willing to spend money to bury him. Early this morning, the Liu Family's servants threw Qian Feng's body into the mass grave outside the county town."
Qin Kun saw two Liu Family servants sweeping the ground, whispering to each other.
Hearing their conversation, Qin Kun felt quite astonished and a little unsettled.
Qian Feng and Qin Kun had a mediocre relationship, barely exchanging two words. In fact, during their martial arts training, Qian Feng even considered him a rival. Now, receiving the news of Qian Feng's death left Qin Kun with mixed emotions.
Qian Feng's background was similar to Qin Kun's; both had sold themselves into servitude in the Liu Family.
Two days prior, Qian Feng had been severely injured by Sun Changhe's heavy blows. Whether it was due to the severity of his injuries or because the Liu Family wanted to make an example, Liu Xin had given instructions, and the Liu Family did not treat him, instead leaving him to lie in bed and fend for himself. He died untreatable last night, not even having reached adulthood.
Qian Feng lost his life simply because of youthful impetuousness and a moment of rashness!
"Better to be a dog in peaceful times than a slave in chaotic times!"
Qin Kun's fists clenched. He understood in his heart that being a slave in the Liu Family meant no freedom, with even his life and well-being dependent on the Liu Family's whims. If he angered the Liu Family, he could very well end up like Qian Feng.
Only by becoming strong could he Dominator his own destiny!
"Practice my Fist! This Iron Stone Fist is the only martial art I can practice right now!"
After finishing his work at the Slaughterhouse, Qin Kun returned home, composed himself, and began practicing the 'Iron Stone Fist'.
This Iron Stone Fist was merely an unranked martial art. Qin Kun even felt that some parts of the Iron Stone Fist were strange, incomplete, like it was a fragmented part of another martial art. However, it was the only boxing technique he could practice at the moment, so he had no right to be picky.
Qin Kun naturally didn't know that the Iron Stone Fist Liu Xin taught everyone was not only incomplete, but some of its essentials were also held back. Ordinary people, without the aid of ointments and other supplements, even if those servants who learned the Fist practiced diligently, reaching the introductory level was almost their limit!
Profound, ranked martial arts were worth a fortune and would never be easily taught to outsiders!
Qin Kun could only practice diligently, accumulating progress little by little, making small gains add up.
Qin Kun's days became very calm. Because of Qian Feng's death, Qin Kun became even more low-key in the Liu Family, simply completing his work on time and in full.
Occasionally, neighbors would invite Qin Kun to help Slaughter poultry, and Qin Kun would never refuse.
Blood Sea Divine Seed (Qi and blood full 71%), Blood Sea Divine Seed (Qi and blood full 72%)...
During these days, Qin Kun's Blood Sea Divine Seed grew little by little, and his physical fitness also became stronger, approaching the limit of ordinary people!
In the blink of an eye, three months had passed since the matter of the guard squad quota. Qian Feng's death was like a dissipating speck of dust; no one mentioned him again, as if such a person had never existed.
"A Kun, thank you. Take this money."
One evening, Qin Kun helped a neighbor Slaughter a domestic pig. The neighbor expressed gratitude and handed him a string of about twenty copper coins.
"Mhm, thank you, Uncle Wang."
Qin Kun wiped his hands on his apron before taking the copper coins and putting them into his clothes pocket.
After finishing his work, Qin Kun bid farewell and left. His steps were slightly hurried, his heart pounding, unable to suppress his excitement!
Blood Sea Divine Seed (Qi and blood full 100%)!
Because in Qin Kun's interface, the Blood Sea Divine Seed's progress bar had already reached 100%!
"Hurry back. The Blood Sea Divine Seed seems to be about to cause some kind of transformation in my body..."
Since the birth of the Blood Sea Divine Seed, it had been nearly half a year. Qin Kun had Slaughtered no less than a thousand chickens, ducks, fish, and sheep. Each time he killed a poultry, the Blood Sea Divine Seed would absorb a wisp of Qi and blood essence, accumulating energy for transformation and feeding back to Qin Kun.
And now, the Blood Sea Divine Seed had reached a critical point!
Qin Kun could feel that it would lead to his transformation. Qin Kun had been suppressing it before, but now he needed to hurry home and await the transformation!
In the small courtyard where Qin Kun lived, he quickly returned to his room, tightly closed the doors and windows, and then no longer suppressed the Blood Sea Divine Seed.
Less than a quarter of an hour passed. In Qin Kun's perception, the Blood Sea Divine Seed in his Sea of Consciousness, which resembled a translucent blood jade, began to tremble. A vast and scorching energy was released, instantly spreading throughout Qin Kun's limbs and bones.
At this moment, Qin Kun felt an intense stinging pain. His limbs, body, and internal organs all felt as if they were being burned by flames!
"So painful..."
This pain was like a ball of fire burning inside him, threatening to reduce him to ashes. But all Qin Kun could do was curl up on the bed, clenching his teeth, and silently endure.
Whoosh!
Inside Qin Kun's body, his Qi and blood surged and circulated like a rushing stream. Qin Kun's skin turned crimson, emitting scorching heat, causing his sweat to rapidly evaporate into mist, even raising the temperature within the sealed room!
This change continued for almost half an hour until the scorching heat on his body gradually receded like a tide.
"Is it complete...?"
Qin Kun gasped for air. He knew that the transformation brought by the Blood Sea Divine Seed was complete!
After lying for a while, Qin Kun sat up from the bed and began to examine the changes in himself.
"You old devil... Lighter! Lighter!"
Concentrating, Qin Kun faintly heard a shy scolding sound in his ears. It was the old couple next door to his house engaging in intimacy again.
"My hearing... became this strong?"
Qin Kun couldn't help but feel a little shocked. He could hear the commotion from his neighbors' house through more than one wall?
"My strength and speed have also greatly improved!"
A startling light burst forth from Qin Kun's eyes. He gripped the wooden bed frame with his palm, his five fingers contracting and clenching.
"Crack!"
A cracking sound rang out, and the wooden bed frame was crushed, forming cracks!
With such formidable strength, grabbing someone's wrist could crush their wrist bones alive!
Flipping over, Qin Kun needed to adapt to this transformed body. He pushed open the door and went into the courtyard, beginning to practice the Iron Stone Fist.
Straight punch! Horizontal punch! Chopping punch!
Basic Fist moves were unleashed from Qin Kun's hands.
"Crack! Crack!"
Qin Kun's fists struck out, so fast that they left a trail of afterimages, and the power was terrifyingly heavy. Each punch caused the air to emit a slight popping sound from being compressed.
Coordinating with his footwork, Qin Kun moved swiftly through the small courtyard. Each punch and stance brought forth strong gusts of wind, stirring up the dust on the ground. That powerful, fierce sense of strength was visible to the naked eye!
"Inside my body... there's a surging hot current, that's my Qi and blood!"
Qin Kun could feel a surging Qi and blood continuously flowing within his body, seemingly providing him with endless strength and energy!
If anyone were to witness Qin Kun practicing his Fist like this, they would surely be astonished, as if the one practicing the Fist was not a young man, but an incredibly strong savage bull!
