Human Martial Venerable: Starting from the Synthesis Technique

Chapter 39 Kill

Blackie swallowed hard, making a gurgling sound in his throat.

"Master Xiang, aren't you going to make a move?" he asked, turning his head.

Xiang Geng remained calm, but he was indeed somewhat worried, especially since he had just prepared to make a move.

But unexpectedly, Feng Xiu's on-the-spot decision turned the tide.

The process wasn't perfect.

After the man collapsed and couldn't get up, Feng Xiu paused and shook his hand dismissively.

None of them were the strange fish man from before. The strange fish man was not yet familiar with the human body structure, so his attacks had long wind-up animations and he died very quickly.

But they are different; they know how to cooperate and, even more so, how to launch a sneak attack.

With just that skill in using hidden weapons, an ordinary person would have been dead long ago.

At this moment, the three still did not flee, and one of them had already been replaced by a look of madness.

The other two hesitated, glancing at Xiang Geng, who remained calm in the distance.

This rich young master is already troublesome enough, there's another unknown expert over there, and as for Blackie, he's a complete idiot.

"What, aren't you going to run?"

"If you don't run, then I'm coming!"

"Go, kill him." The crazed man gritted his teeth, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

They rushed forward first, but then slowed down a few steps.

Seeing this, the remaining two had no choice but to grit their teeth and strike at Feng Xiu's weak points with every move.

However, his strength was not as great as before, and he hesitated a little more.

Feng Xiu seized the opportunity, grabbed one person's wrist, and twisted it forcefully.

The bone fragments pierced his skin instantly, blood gushing from his arm, and the man screamed in agony.

Feng Xiu then pointed his fingers like knives, swung his taut right arm, and his sharp nails tore open the throat.

At the same time, in the instant of swinging his arm, his lower body's blood and qi stagnated, and a sweeping leg violently struck another person's chest.

The man's chest caved in, and he stopped breathing.

The first man in a frenzy changed his expression drastically. As he swung his knife again, he simultaneously pulled something from his pocket and threw it at Feng Xiu's face.

White dust everywhere!

After overcoming the hurdle of being surrounded by five people, Feng Xiu's moves became more and more fluid. Faced with a familiar sneak attack, he took a few steps back and held his breath.

These few steps brought a look of joy to the crazed man's face, and he turned and ran.

He had no intention of fighting, and his feigned life-or-death stance was just for show.

"Trying to run now? Why didn't you do it earlier?" Feng Xiu sneered.

With a push of his foot, he caught up in a few steps and punched the man in the back.

The whistling wind of the punch, mixed with powerful force, accompanied by the sound of bones cracking, made the man scream in agony.

The punch pierced through the man's back and chest, tearing his shirt open and sending him flying several meters.

Like a rolling gourd, he was barely breathing, trying to struggle to his feet, but he had no strength left in his body.

His eyes were wide with anger as he watched helplessly as his own life force slowly disappeared.

As the battle subsided, Blackie sat on his horse, completely dumbfounded.

The martial prowess that Feng Xiu suddenly displayed felt like a dream to him.

He had also learned a few moves and knew a little about martial arts.

But it's only been a month, and he's already reached such strength, he's completely at the level of body refinement mastery!

Hei Ye suddenly woke up and belatedly looked at Feng Xiu's figure.

His complexion was much more masculine than before, and his skin was slightly darker, especially his rough hands.

I thought it was from inspecting the fields at the farm, but it turns out it was from practicing martial arts?!

Just then, Xiang Geng ignored Hei Ye's shock, cracked his whip, and walked over.

He glanced at Feng Xiu, who seemed to be reminiscing.

"Young Master, is this your first time killing someone?"

Feng Xiu didn't explain, and Xiang Geng, thinking he needed some guidance, asked gently, "How are you feeling, young master?"

Feng Xiu sighed, "I don't feel well."

The actual fighting and killing of the Fish Mother is completely different from the martial arts sparring between Han Che and the others.

Perhaps Han Che was sincere, and his moves were ruthless.

However, the other bodyguards were more ingratiating, using complicated moves to seduce Feng Xiu.

Then, taking advantage of the situation to lose, they would praise the eldest son's unparalleled power. Even Xiang Geng had this tendency.

If it were today, aside from being caught off guard and somewhat flustered when attacked, I would have been in a similar situation.

Feng Xiu felt that fighting in the martial world was very simple, so simple that there was no need to use too many moves of the Five Forces Fist.

Xiang Geng nodded. "That's how the martial world is. You'll get used to it." He paused, then added, "Luckily, they didn't use poison. The lime darts weren't a problem."

Feng Xiu looked at him, "What if it's been adulterated with poison?"

"There's no other way but to tough it out, or prepare some antidotes in advance, but there are all sorts of poisons, and antidotes aren't a panacea."

"Antidote pills, qi and blood pills, healing medicine—when you're out and about, you never know what might happen to you."

"In other words, Your Highness, your foundation is solid. If you were to damage your meridians or break your bones in battle, that would be a life-or-death crisis."

Seeing that Feng Xiu seemed to understand, he explained it to Geng in more detail.

"Xiang Geng, what do you think I should focus on next in my training? Weaponry or lightness skill?" Feng Xiu asked again.

Xiang Geng pondered for a moment and said, "Weaponry techniques can certainly improve strength quickly, but since the eldest young master has been living in the mansion for a long time, he won't need them in the short term. In my opinion, it should be mental cultivation techniques."

"The mental technique?"

"Yes, it's about mental cultivation techniques. Young Master, your Qi and blood are at their peak, and your strength is also abundant. Learning more mental cultivation techniques will allow you to better utilize your strengths."

After thinking for a moment, Xiang Geng offered a reasonable suggestion.

Upon hearing this, Feng Xiu nodded. The mental cultivation method is essentially the core foundation of the martial arts path.

Just like the Five Strengths Fist, if you only learn the skeletal structure, you will only learn the fist moves and stances, and train your muscles, bones and skin.

But if you learn the internal breathing method, the effect will be completely different.

The Five Strengths Internal Breathing Method can be considered an alternative martial arts mental cultivation method, but it focuses on the breathing frequency.

"Alright, if you find any good techniques, please keep an eye out for them for me."

Xiang Geng gave a soft "hmm".

Just as the two were talking, a rustling sound came from beside them.

The two looked back and saw that Blackie had dismounted at some point.

He was squatting next to a corpse, reaching into the corpse's bosom.

The technique was quite skillful; instead of starting by touching her chest, she pulled down her boots to check for any crevices.

He casually pulled out a money pouch, weighed it in his hand, and was overjoyed.

Ignoring the stench of her feet, she stuffed them directly into her arms.

Then came the second and third bodies, their movements fluid and graceful, clearly those of a seasoned pro.

They also found the two hundred taels of silver notes that Feng Xiu had given them on one of the men's chests.

Xiang Geng's lips twitched and his eyebrows twitched as he looked at Feng Xiu.

Feng Xiu watched as Blackie rummaged through the pile of corpses and chuckled to himself.

When Feng Xiu first met Hei Ye, he thought the man was full of nonsense.

Even though he was a rich young master, he was still completely bewildered by his witty remarks.

At the time, Feng Xiu was quite envious of him, since he had just transmigrated and lacked the ability to interact with people.

Now, seeing him rummaging through dead people for money, I'm not surprised at all.

Immediately, Feng Xiu mounted his horse.

Xiang Geng followed, unable to resist asking in a low voice, "Young Master, aren't you going to do anything about this?"

Feng Xiu said calmly, "Everything has its own suitability, and everyone has their own aspirations. Don't force everyone to conform. Everyone has their own way of living; why bother?"

Xiang Geng was taken aback, then nodded and said nothing more.

After touching the last one, Hei Ye stood up contentedly. When he looked up, he found that Feng Xiu and Xiang Geng had already ridden away on horseback.

"Hey, hey, wait for me!"

He hurriedly climbed onto his horse and spurred it on to catch up.

When the three returned to Qingyan City, it was already dark.

Feng Xiu didn't enter the city; instead, he spurred his horse and headed straight for Dendrobium Village. Hei Ye, on horseback, darted around and suddenly spurred his horse to catch up.

"Young Master Feng, Master Xiang, I won't stay with you. I'm going back to the city to take care of some things."

Feng Xiu waved his hand impatiently.

Alright~

Hei Ye urged his horse forward a few steps, then looked back at Feng Xiu's back before reining in his horse.

"Young Master Feng!"

"What is it now?" Feng Xiu turned around.

Hei Ye spurred his horse back, dismounted, took out a gray cloth bag from his pocket, and handed it over with both hands.

Feng Xiu glanced around and noticed that a few silver notes had inadvertently slipped out from the corner of the still loosely tied pouch.

A playful smile appeared on Feng Xiu's lips. "Brother Hei, what do you mean by this?"

Blackie chuckled, revealing several large gold teeth, his face crinkling into a deep wrinkle.

"Young Master Feng, everything we found on those men is here. Look, the two hundred taels are in there too."

Feng Xiu's smile deepened, and he looked up at Blackie again.

Blackie still had that chubby face that could smile at anyone, but his eyes seemed a little different than before.

"Hey Blackie, have you changed your ways?"

"Young Master Feng, you're joking. I just feel that this money originally belonged to you, and I can't take it."

Feng Xiu gently stroked his chin, and the scrutinizing look in his eyes made Hei Ye feel uneasy.

The smile on his face was almost impossible to maintain, his mouth was a little stiff, but he still held the money in his hand and didn't pull it back.

Xiang Geng watched from the side, his lips twitching slightly.

After a long while, Feng Xiu finally made a move, reaching out to take the pile of money and weighing it in his hand.

"Hey Blackie, when did you learn to think about others?"

Old Hei rubbed his hands together. "Young Master Feng, what are you saying? I've always been a grateful person, especially since you saved me."

Feng Xiu was amused by his words.

You think you can be grateful?

How could you say something like that? You have such a thick skin.

Feng Xiu casually tossed the ash bag to Xiang Geng, who caught it. Then, Feng Xiu seemed to remember something and looked at Blackie again.

"By the way, there's something I need you to do for me."

Old Hei's eyes lit up. "Young Master Feng, just say the word! If it's within my power, I'll do it for you, even if it means going through fire and water!"

"Get me a top-notch martial arts manual, the more top-notch the better, and don't try to fool me with some common stuff."

Finally, Feng Xiu slowly uttered a few more words.

"It's best if it's not one you drew yourself."

The smile on Blackie's face froze.

Xiang Geng couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Hei Ye coughed lightly, "Young Master Feng, at a time like this, please stop digging up my past."

"At this time, or that time, just tell me if it can be done."

Upon hearing this, Blackie patted his chest and assured him, "Alright, Young Master Feng, don't worry, I'll take care of this."

Feng Xiu nodded and rode away.

Blackie called from behind, "Young Master Feng, Master Xiang, take care, I promise to get you a top-notch one."

The sound of horses' hooves gradually faded into the distance.

Blackie stood there, watching the two figures disappear into the night, his smile slowly fading.

Afterwards, he shook his head and rode his horse toward the city.