Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist

Chapter 282: Chapter 85: Second Visit to Martial Arts Mountain — Jiangnan Dao Must Not Outshine Us

In the bamboo forest.

Jia Nanzhu handed a medicinal herb to Lin Chen.

”This is the Ice Blue Flower, a medicinal herb from the Northern Border. After consuming it, your Qi Blood will slow down, ensuring that when you take the Flood Dragon blood, your meridians and Qi Blood won’t explode.”

Lin Chen accepted the blue herb, feeling its coldness as soon as he touched it.

Without hesitation, he placed it in his mouth and began to chew.

A cool medicinal juice flowed down his throat into his stomach. Soon, Lin Chen noticed that his Qi Blood was not as active as before.

After a short time, Jia Nanzhu grasped Lin Chen’s arm and said, ”It’s ready.”

Then Jia Nanzhu took out a bottle containing Flood Dragon blood from his robe and said, ”Drink it directly.”

”Yes.”

Upon opening the bottle, Lin Chen saw the blood inside the jade bottle surging like a living thing. He slightly narrowed his eyes, truly deserving the name Flood Dragon blood.

How long this drop of Flood Dragon blood had been preserved in the bottle was unknown, yet it still maintained such vitality. The life force contained within it was terrifyingly powerful.

Looking up at Jia Nanzhu and seeing his encouraging gaze, Lin Chen nodded slightly and placed the bottle’s mouth by his lips. The Flood Dragon blood slid into his mouth along the bottle.

The moment the Flood Dragon blood entered, Lin Chen felt as if he had swallowed lava; his entire body’s meridians swelled, almost to the point of bursting.

If he hadn’t taken the Ice Blue Grass, his body’s Qi Blood activity would have been reduced to the lowest level, and even his body temperature had dropped. Otherwise, just swallowing the Flood Dragon blood would have been enough to explode his Qi Blood.

The Flood Dragon blood entered his belly but didn’t stay there quietly. Instead, it surged through his meridians, and wherever it went, even the bones made unbearable cracking sounds, while his skin oozed fine blood beads.

”Endure it!”

Jia Nanzhu pinched a silver needle with his right hand. Whenever a part of Lin Chen swelled, the silver needle would drop.

One needle, two needles...

In a short moment, Lin Chen’s body was covered with silver needles.

With the silver needles fully inserted, the Flood Dragon blood’s path was blocked, remaining only at Lin Chen’s Dantian. Even so, it was relentless, continuously tumbling there, releasing terrifying heat waves that swept through his body with each upheaval.

Lin Chen understood that the Flood Dragon blood was unwilling to be refined so easily by him!

”Circulate your Qi Blood to the Dantian and assimilate it with this Flood Dragon blood.”

Jia Nanzhu’s voice came from the side. Lin Chen gritted his teeth, and his Qi Blood started to crazily circulate at that moment. The effect of the Ice Blue Flower had long disappeared under the first wave of impact from the Flood Dragon blood. At that moment, his surging Qi Blood continuously rushed towards the Dantian, intending to devour the Flood Dragon blood.

If Lin Chen’s Qi Blood was a vast ocean, raising waves upon waves, then this drop of Flood Dragon blood was like a sailboat breaking through the waves, unfazed by the stormy tides.

Every time the Qi Blood rushed to the Dantian, Lin Chen felt that a significant portion of his Qi Blood had evaporated, burned away by the scorching heat of the Flood Dragon blood.

But similarly, each time his Qi Blood impacted it, the heat of the Flood Dragon blood would decrease slightly.

This was a contest!

It was a matter of whether Lin Chen had enough Qi Blood or if the energy of the Flood Dragon could persist.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Blood mist surrounded Lin Chen’s surface like evaporating steam, his entire skin cracked like parched earth, and blood threads seeped from all five orifices.

Jia Nanzhu, watching from the side, was also anxious. If it had been another average youth, their Qi Blood would have long been dominated, burnt, and evaporated by this drop of Flood Dragon blood.

Reaching this point, Lin Chen had already achieved something remarkable.

Glancing at the nearby bath barrel, Jia Nanzhu hesitated. According to his original plan, this was when Lin Chen should enter the bath barrel and use the power of the medicinal liquid to battle the Flood Dragon blood for the last time, ultimately refining it completely.

However, while the medicinal liquid in the bath barrel had the effect of replenishing Lin Chen’s Qi Blood and healing his injuries, its primary function was to dissipate the energy of the Flood Dragon blood within him.

This meant that entering even a moment earlier would result in Lin Chen refining slightly less Flood Dragon blood.

Hold on!

Persist a while longer, and the benefits would be greater.

Jia Nanzhu murmured to himself, and at that moment, Lin Chen summoned the panel again, seeing the changes on his Qi Blood panel.

With each collision, the limit of his Qi Blood would increase.

Every time it increased by ten thousand!

This meant that for every breath longer he held on, the Qi Blood limit would increase by ten thousand.

No matter how painful, he had to grit his teeth and endure.

He was different from the children of Noble Families, who lacked no resources for cultivation. For someone of his background, he had to seize every opportunity to make the most of the resources.

Lord Su said that Liang had set up only three tiers of training systems for young Martial Artists, and the Xingdao Level talent was already the last tier. Beyond that, there was only the Martial Arts Examination.

By leaving his name on Martial Arts Mountain, the Military Affairs Hall would surely reward him. Perhaps there would be even higher-tier talent cultivation — Lord Su wasn’t aware of it, as historically, few Martial Artists reached this level. But he couldn’t gamble on that.

Seize every opportunity to desperately grow his potential and strength.

In a previous life, there was a saying: The rich rely on technology, the poor rely on mutation.

Mutation — when does it ever not hurt!

In the end, the blood mist evaporating from Lin Chen’s body formed a thick scab on his skin.

Jia Nanzhu, watching Lin Chen now resembling a figure made of blood, was deeply astonished. He never expected Lin Chen could endure to such an extent.