Fang Palace.
"Rejected?"
Fang Xi's expression darkened as he glared at A-Fu.
A-Fu lowered his head, clearly worried. "Your old servant spent a lot of money, used middlemen, and even offered to pay more, but unfortunately..."
Fang Xi took a deep breath.
As a cultivator, when had he ever endured such humiliation? Well... well, he went to the Qingzhou Mountain Market often, and was almost used to it by now.
Getting used to it is good, just keep adapting.
"Don't worry, I think my abilities are average, not impressive enough for them."
He shrugged resignedly.
Even as a low-level cultivator, he retained sharp senses and photographic memory.
When he entrusted his request to others earlierHe clearly felt that someone was watching him.
However, it was obvious that the Blood and Qi Warriors had their own ways of assessing competence, leaving him no chance to demonstrate his exceptional skills in memory and comprehension.
In other words, perhaps the martial artists of this world prioritized physical abilities over intellectual or spiritual ones? No wonder they were considered inferior martial artists...
Fang Xi consoled himself with this justification, similar to Qiu's, and found it remarkably effective.
He laughed, "Well then... if Mount Yuanhehe doesn't accept me, I'll go to the Dojo instead... The Dojo certainly doesn't care about ability when accepting disciples."
At this, A-Fu also smiled, "Young Master is right, the Dojo... they claim to teach all newcomers, which means they'll take anyone with money."
Fang Xi's lips curled into a satisfied smile. "Fortunately, I have plenty!"
Later that afternoon
Under the scorching sun, on the training groundThe temporary sanitized area inside the backyard of Fang Palace
Fang Xi was reclining in a wheelchair, a glass of homemade fruit juice beside him. The principle behind it was similar to the air conditioner he rode—both used farm techniques to provide a more comfortable lifestyle.
On this hot summer day, sipping chilled fruit drinks was truly refreshing.
In the center of the training arena stood several martial artists, mostly middle-aged, with a few older individuals among them, all casting admiring glances toward Fang Xi.
Fang Xi turned slightly, took a sip of the fruit juice Yue Jue had brought, and then clapped his hands.
Afu stepped forward, clearing his throat. "Our master wishes to learn martial arts, and as experts from various dojos here today, we invite you to demonstrate your unique skills. If anyone impresses our master, there will be great rewards... Even if they are not chosen, every participant will still receive a token of gratitude."
As a wealthy man, it was only natural that Fang Xi would not be interested in attending the public lessons at the dojo; instead,
He preferred private education
Upon hearing this, the eyes of these muscular warriors lit up one after another.
Since they were running the dojo, their primary goal was profit, and money always talked a lot.
This venerable owner, Fang, was known as the fat purse ready to be picked.
The group exchanged glances, and an eager old man dressed in black stepped forward quickly, clenching his fists. "I'm Shi Li from the Red Snake Dojo, specializing in the Red Snake Leg!"
He approached a wooden post and suddenly raised his right leg. His muscles bulged explosively, pressing against his black trousers as if they were about to rip.
Swish
The next moment, he unleashed a swift kick. His powerful right leg seemed to bend effortlessly, as if it had no bones, and struck with tremendous force, sending a gust of wind crashing into the wooden post.
Bam
The thick post instantly split into pieces
As splinters of wood flew through the air, Shi Li proudly explained, "Our dojo's Red Leg technique focuses primarily on strengthening both legs. When mastered, it not only delivers powerful strikes but also enhances speed and agility. With superior body control, one can at least maintain an unbeatable stance in combat..."
"Excellent, excellent." Fang Xi's eyes lit up with interest.
Although the Red Snake Leg's destructive power was lower compared to his Seventh Golden Metal Grass-Cutting Sword, a simple magic spell, it was still in the early stages of qi refinement. His limited magic energy could only sustain a few spells before running out.
Based on the practitioner's apparent stamina, he was likely capable of executing between twenty and thirty kicks, making this technique of considerable value
As I expected, the so-called Blood and Qi martial arts could be considered valuable Qi purification stage body cultivation techniques... and who knows, with further refinement, they might even rival the methods used by body cultivators in establishment!
Fang Xi's heart was pounding with excitement
Foundation!
This was the common dream of all low-ranking cultivators.
However, achieving it proved to be a formidable challenge.
Simply meeting the minimum requirement of reaching the Great Circle of Qi Refinement before the age of sixty was daunting enough to deter most scattered cultivators.
Moreover, attempting Foundation without success could be fatal. The necessary spiritual elements, especially Foundation Foundation Pills, were strictly controlled by the Great Powers. Even for the Situ Clan, obtaining just one pill required immense effort and resources.
For ordinary scattered low-ranking cultivators, even smelling such a pill seemed like a distant luxury.
But now, Fang Xi had found a shortcut to bypass these obstacles.
"If I could raise my body's cultivation base to match that of a late-stage Qi Refinement cultivator,
Besides gathering the appropriate Breakthrough Aids for the intermediate and late stages, the path will become much simpler.
"And if I first become a Foundation Body Cultivator, obtaining the Foundation Pills later will not only increase my chances but also ensure a greater degree of security."
"A promising path has appeared, a truly promising path!"
Although he had resources from two worlds, Fang Xi never forgot his position at the bottom of the cultivation hierarchy in the Southern Wilderness. Currently, he did not dare to bring any unique goods from the Great Liang to sell within this world.
Unless he gained significantly more power.
And now he saw a glimmer of hope.
"Madam Xi, your skills are impressive—here's your reward!"
Fang Xi felt happy and spoke eagerly.
At first, Shi Li seemed rather dissatisfied. Although he was truly here to sell his services, he still aimed for a higher status than just street performers
However, when Afu cheerfully presented him with a tray full of silver coins, all his resentment vanished instantly, and the wrinkles on his aged face spread into a joyful smile.
This fat lamb really did deserve it!
Seeing this scene, the other dojo representatives felt envious, and among them, a tall, slender woman stepped forward.
"Hello, I'm Mo Piaomiao from the White Cloud Dojo.
Our specialty is the 'White Cloud Palm,' which allows one to easily overcome powerful opponents, and its basics are remarkably simple to learn..."
Clearly, this martial artist had diligently searched for her potential client. Knowing that Fang Xi did not possess exceptional martial talent—otherwise, Yuanhehe Mountain would not have rejected him—she designed her demonstration accordingly and hit the target precisely.
As she demonstrated the palm technique, her graceful figure was fully revealed, with her powerful curves exuding a hint of captivating allure
As for the rest of the martial artists, who had been watching her, they secretly cursed her as a seductive fox, but they could not
They secretly cursed her as a seductive fox, but they couldn't help but remain mesmerized by her performance.
After Mo Piaomiao finished, another martial artist approached her.
"Hello, I'm Yuan Tiangang, specializing in the 'Eternal Crew'..."
"My name is Yi Qiuju, I'm a master of the Iron String Fist game..."
and my style is the Azure Garment Sword...
After the last martial artist finished his demonstration, Fang Xi thought for a moment before asking, "All your martial skills are impressive. May I ask if it's possible to learn each one?"
And with his abundant wealth, there was no harm in trying to master them all
"Well..." The martial artists exchanged glances, and once again Mo Peaomei stepped forward with her long legs to explain to "Master" Young Fang, that practicing martial arts based on qi and blood demands a great deal of physical exertion. Even mastering a single technique can deplete one's resources, requiring strict supplementation with restorative tonics. It is said that "greedy overreach
leads to failure," and furthermore, some martial arts have conflicting patterns of blood circulation and qi...
"Oh."
After hearing Mo Piaomiao's explanation, Fang Xi began to understand the inherent limitations of blood and qi martial arts. Moreover, from her narration, it seemed that there were unmentioned nuances, and it was likely that knowledge could only be attained after a proper start in these disciplines.
He thought about this briefly and then decided, "In that case, I'll start by learning one leg-based technique and one palm-based technique... Shi Li, Mo Piaomiao, please stay behind us."
The other martial artists were somewhat displeased by this choice.
Shi Li's choice was logical; as the first to step forward, it was natural that he would be among the strongest, and he displayed great confidence.
But Mo Piaomiao? Wasn't it just about her long legs and broad chest?
Damn it, were the interests of the rich really that simple?
And clarity?
After the disgruntled fighters left with their grumbling complaints, Fang Xi carefully examined Shi Li and Mo Piaomiao. "Master Xi, Madam Mo... Let's start calculating tuition fees from today onwards. How about holding classes at my residence every three days?"
Now he took a closer look at both of them.
When he wasn't using his combat energy, Shi Li appeared like an ordinary little old man.
In contrast, Mo Piaomiao had a strong personality that exuded a lively and powerful charisma, with very gentle facial features, though the skin was a little rough.
Agreed... Mo Piaomiao thought for a moment before continuing, "The circulation and qi of the Red Snake Leg mainly concentrates on the legs, which doesn't conflict with our sect's White Cloud Comfort Technique. However, you must be careful; learning too many of these techniques may lead to the mixing of blood and qi flow, hindering future breakthroughs..."
Fang Xi felt somewhat frustrated and asked, "If most exercises focus either on the legs or the palms of the hands... is there no martial art that truly promotes blood and energy throughout the body?"
This restriction seemed to be of great importance, especially considering it hindered defense against magic spells.
Mo Peaomei and Shi Li exchanged glances before the old man cleared his throat. "Ah... In truth, any martial art that relies on qi and blood primarily focuses on certain parts of the body but still indirectly sharpens the circulation and qi in general. However, to achieve truly uniform improvement throughout the entire body, relying on third-grade dojo techniques is not enough.
Instead, you will need first-grade secret transfers. Perhaps only the most guarded martial arts of Yuanhe Mountain can reach such mastery."
Alright...
Fang Shi sighed, silently making his decision.
Wasn't it just about obtaining genuine secret teachings? There might be ways he could eventually acquire them.
After all... the abilities of cultivators could often overcome warriors of this world
Naturally, he would need to experiment cautiously without rushing into anything.
Time was on his side; his current body was only seventeen years old. Cultivators enjoyed long lifespans; even those in the Qi refinement stage could usually live to eighty or ninety without much trouble