Chapter 65: Chapter 65 Martial Sect!
“Fatty, I keep a low profile, so why do people still mess with me?” Shi Hao couldn’t figure it out.
“Hehe,” the fatty chuckled. “Think about it, in Mengyang City, how much trouble did you stir up? Then in the County Town, you even got a Prince implicated to death! So, you definitely have a natural hatred-attracting aura.”
Shi Hao had no words to respond. He felt he was quite normal, so why was he always in trouble?
Right at that moment, a loud shouting came from the door.
This was not at all surprising to the two of them; after beating up the young ones, surely the elders would step in.
Shi Hao was somewhat looking forward to it. His plan had been to remain low-key for a while, and of course, avenging his foster father was the top priority, Luo Chen was just an incidental matter.
But now, since Luo Chen had personally come knocking, he certainly didn’t mind taking action.
However, when Shi Hao glanced over, he was disappointed. There were nine people standing at the door, both young and middle-aged, but Luo Chen wasn’t among them.
“What, you all want a beating too?” the fatty stepped forward.
Shi Hao, however, was uninterested. Without Luo Chen there, he had no desire to lift a finger.
“You vile creature!” The nine men at the door were experts from the Kong, Zhang, and Hou families. To flatter Luo Chen, they had even each sent out a senior martial master.
In their view, this was surely a foolproof lineup; taking on students who had come to participate in the academy’s contest was extraordinarily luxurious.
However, they quickly realized how wrong they were, and by a wide margin.
The fatty swiftly knocked all nine to the ground, breaking each of their legs before throwing them out the door.
From a high-rise in the distance, Luo Chen saw everything.
He couldn’t help but display a look of shock and a bit of relief.
Right when he was about to arrive, he suddenly changed his mind, letting the Kong family and others take the lead while he watched from another location.
—This was out of caution, especially since the fatty once mentioned offhandedly that he was a Martial Sect.
Of course, he didn’t believe it, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
Such caution evidently saved him.
Effortlessly knocking down three senior martial masters, this was surely the work of a Martial Sect.
Good heavens, such a young Martial Sect.
Luo Chen showed envy. Even though he had a Martial Venerable as a master, and his progress this year was terrifyingly astonishing, the fatty, who was about the same age as him, completely crushed him.
Such a person… could not be left alive.
Otherwise, who knows, his master might even take interest in him and accept him as a disciple.
But, killing a Martial Sect, that’s too difficult!
Could he ask a Martial Sect powerhouse for help?
Difficult, it would require a huge price.
Or, he could get his hands on a Purple Crystal Cannon.
But, the Purple Crystal Cannon was a national treasure, who would dare to keep it in private?
Suddenly, he thought of something. His master had collected one as a toy—with a Martial Venerable above the nation, what could he not collect?
As long as he could “borrow” the Purple Crystal Cannon temporarily, kill the fatty, and return it without anyone noticing.
As for Shi Hao, huh, did he need to worry about a cripple?
Shi Hao went around to various pharmacies. He needed to quickly use the Blood Ginseng in his medicine, and that required several other equally precious ingredients. Not only were they expensive, but even with money, it wasn’t guaranteed that he could purchase them.
After three days of running around, he finally gathered all the herbs and started concocting the medicine.
It took nearly half a day, but he finally boiled the medicine down to a layer of blood-red plaster.
Shi Hao scraped out the ointment and began to eat it.
Shi Hao almost vomited it out, enduring the discomfort. He managed to finish the ointment without wasting a bit.
In just a short while, he felt a burning sensation inside his body, as if all his internal organs were about to ignite.
He hurriedly circulated the Tyrant Body Technique to allow his body to fully absorb the potency of the medicine.
The same medicine can have different effects on different individuals.
Because each person’s absorption rate of the medicine’s potency varies.
Moreover, even if the same person takes the same medicine, different methods will result in different effects.
With the Tyrant Body Technique, the medicinal potency can be maximized.
In fact, the level of the Tyrant Body Technique is very high, and using it to absorb the potency of Blood Ginseng is somewhat overkill.
Crackle and pop, his bones kept bursting with crisp sounds, and from his nostrils, visible white steam shot out like two white dragons.
For the first time, Shi Hao felt that circulating the Tyrant Body Technique was not painful at all, but rather there was a sense of comfort in being able to fully stretch his body.
Only then did he realize how demanding the conditions were for cultivating the Tyrant Body Technique. Only something as good as Blood Ginseng could truly bring out its effects.
No wonder a powerful individual like Yuan Chengmie, after obtaining the Tyrant Body Technique, had given up cultivating it for various reasons.
To start cultivating such a body technique from scratch is too costly, and the investment does not proportionately reflect the output.
However, Shi Hao started from scratch, and with the heart of a youth, if he were to cultivate it, he would certainly choose the best; the Tyrant Body Technique indeed was the most badass among body techniques.
After half an hour, Shi Hao finally stopped, feeling a wave of sleepiness coming over him, and he couldn’t help but fall asleep.
When he awoke, he found himself lying in bed.
It must have been Fatty who saw him and carried him to the bed.
He couldn’t help feeling afraid retrospectively; thank goodness it was Fatty. What if it had been a stranger?
Then he really wouldn’t know how he died.
He leaped up, swinging his arm, and instantly, he felt a surge of power inside his body.
Before, his strength had reached 124,000 jin, but now it was close to the significant mark of 150,000 jin.
The effect of the Blood Ginseng had improved his strength by more than 20,000 jin!
Shi Hao thought about it, and suddenly, he understood.
It was because of the Tyrant Body Technique, which absorbed the medicinal potency better, that the Blood Ginseng exerted a greater effect.
Strength of 150,000 jin, that’s the limit for a mid-level Martial Venerable, but for Shi Hao, it was the limit of an advanced martial master, the beginning of a primary Martial Venerable.
Tomorrow, after he cultivates with the Nine Revolutions Sky-Plundering Scripture, he would be able to break through this threshold.
A night passed, and in the early morning when he began cultivating, Shi Hao was filled with expectation.
He was about to truly step into the realm of Martial Venerable.
It did not disappoint him; the gate to being a Martial Venerable opened easily for him, and his strength reached 152,000 jin.
Looking back, it had been less than three months since he obtained the Nine Revolutions Sky-Plundering Scripture, and he already possessed the strength to compete with advanced Martial Venerables; this was incredibly fast.
“Tomorrow is the martial arts competition. I will first fulfill my foster father’s dying wish, after entering the Imperial Capital Academy, I will go to the Shi Family,” he murmured. With his current strength, even forcefully entering the Shi Family would not frighten him.
The peak of an advanced Martial Venerable?
Even if he couldn’t beat them, he had more than enough capability to defend himself. The only two things he truly feared now were the Martial Sect and the Purple Crystal Cannon.
That day passed without incident; the next morning, after completing his cultivation, Shi Hao set off towards the Imperial Capital Academy.
For him, winning the championship was just a formality.
At the gate, he saw someone.