Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist

Chapter 362: Chapter 115: Sorry, Senior Brothers!

Behind the mountains of Linhu Village, Zhao Cangsheng was holding a blueprint in his hand.

”Have the blacksmith shop in the county town forge this iron urn; it will be needed when the time comes.”

Zhao Cangsheng looked at Jia Nanzhu: ”Old Jia, in terms of strength, I’m not as good as you, but when it comes to Qi Blood, in the entirety of Liang, there aren’t many who understand it better than I do!”

These words were spoken by Zhao Cangsheng with great pride.

His pride is well-founded. Back then, an old friend traveled across many countries, seeking a way for martial artists not to merge Demon Race bloodlines, yet without their Qi Blood being weaker than those who have merged Demon Race bloodlines.

Because of this, he developed the True Understanding of Acupoints and the theory of Qi Blood circulation.

But after formulating the theory, that old friend passed away. Zhao Cangsheng conducted experiments based on his friend’s Qi Blood theory, spending over a decade achieving a true combination of theory and practice as a Great Success.

Jia Nanzhu was not angry because what Zhao Cangsheng said was true. His strength lies in resource allocation, primarily to enhance the realm of young ones, but his research in Qi Blood can only be considered mastery, far from Zhao Cangsheng’s level.

”I should have come to Linhu Village earlier, but was delayed by these matters, though it’s not too late either,”

Zhao Cangsheng patted the bundle behind him. Lin Chen curiously asked, ”Senior, did you know that the Canglan Martial Arts Academy would provide the Flood Dragon True Blood for me?”

”I don’t know a damn thing.” Zhao Cangsheng shook his head: ”Even if the Canglan Martial Arts Academy didn’t give you the Flood Dragon True Blood, I would have found a way to get it for you. But since they have provided it, I don’t need to prepare it myself.”

Seeing the confusion on Lin Chen’s face, Zhao Cangsheng pondered for a while and explained, ”The notes you read left by my old friend were not complete. My old friend once said on his deathbed, according to his theory, that a martial artist following this cultivation path could absorb three drops of Demon Race True Blood. The reason I didn’t tell you initially was that I didn’t expect your Qi Blood would become so robust in such a short time; I was planning to tell you after you’ve completed Refining the Viscera.”

”Three drops of Demon Race True Blood? Such a precise number?”

Lin Chen was still a bit puzzled. Hearing this, Jia Nanzhu explained, ”Lin Chen, the blood of the Demon Race is divided into two types. One type can be absorbed and digested by a normal martial artist, and the other is true blood, which only a few Demon Race bloodlines can be considered true blood. True blood is different from ordinary demon blood; it is much harder to absorb and refine. You’ve absorbed a drop of Flood Dragon True Blood, so you know the pain in it.”

Lin Chen nodded, understanding his teacher’s meaning.

Senior Zhao’s old friend deduced that he could absorb three drops of True Blood based on the energy and pain level of the true blood, not merely a casual estimation.

”I was initially worried that you wouldn’t be able to withstand the pain of absorbing and refining true blood. However, since you’ve already absorbed one drop, you should be able to handle the next two, even though they’ll hurt several times more than the first.”

Zhao Cangsheng chuckled, but Lin Chen remained silent.

The pain of absorbing the first drop of Flood Dragon True Blood was such that, to be honest, he really didn’t want to endure it a second time.

”What, are you scared, boy?”

”It’s not fear, Senior.” Lin Chen shook his head, ”It’s just... that sensation is indeed unpleasant.”

”If it were pleasant, would it still be your turn?” Zhao Cangsheng snorted coldly, ”There are so many martial artists, martial art clans, and aristocrats in Liang... You’ve come this far because you can endure more hardship and have put in double the effort compared to them. However, for you, the Martial Path has just begun. If you don’t want to fall behind in the future, you have to keep enduring this kind of hardship.”

”Canglan Martial Arts Academy’s offer of thirty drops of Flood Dragon True Blood made the other three academies back off. Do you really think it’s because they can’t match the offer of thirty drops of Flood Dragon True Blood?”

”Ultimately, they deemed you unworthy of such conditions. Believe it or not, if it were Pei Qingming, even if the Canglan Martial Arts Academy offered thirty drops of Flood Dragon True Blood, the other three academies would engage in deep deliberation and possibly consult with higher authorities before deciding to back off, rather than leaving directly.”

At this point, Zhao Cangsheng looked towards Jia Nanzhu: ”Your teacher is very aware of this, but didn’t tell you for fear of discouraging you. In the eyes of many, passing the two major checkpoints before Entering the Grade in the Martial Path is just child’s play.”

Zhao Cangsheng’s words were straightforward; only such straightforwardness could make Lin Chen understand the harshness of the Martial Path.

”In Linhu Village, if a child is good at fighting, you might praise him, saying he may have some future prospects in the Martial Path, but would you actually take these children seriously?”

Lin Chen’s eyes focused; he understood Senior Zhao’s message.

The achievements he had made so far were indeed impressive, but in the eyes of martial arts powerhouses, it was merely a scuffle among juniors.

”Elder Zhao, your words are a bit exaggerated. Regardless, Lin Chen’s potential is evident, and there’s no doubt he’ll Enter the Grade,” Jia Nanzhu added. After all, he’s his disciple and shouldn’t be discouraged so.

His teaching philosophy wasn’t focused on criticism but rather encouragement and praise.

”If he merely wishes to Enter the Grade, or to bask in the glory of Jiangnan Dao, there’s certainly no issue. But now, since he wants to show those people that he’s worthy of the title of Liang’s martial arts student model, the hardship he’ll endure has to be even more than before.”

Zhao Cangsheng smirked, and Lin Chen, fearing that his teacher and Senior Zhao might argue further, quickly said, ”Senior Zhao, I understand that your words are meant to help me face reality. However, since I’ve chosen this path, no matter how much hardship it entails, I’ll keep going. I was merely reflecting.”