The night was slightly cool. All was silent.
Outside Blue Sky City, a desolate mountain range stretched out.
"Boom!"
A figure was running at high speed!
Under the moonlight, a slender, thin boy, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a scholarly air, could be seen. However, at this moment, he suddenly began to run and sprint, his momentum incredibly fierce, like a white tiger emerging from the forest, roaring proudly across the mountains and rivers, billowing smoke...
His body tore through the air, leaving a straight line, the air currents surging and producing a slight boom.
His muscles and bones crackled and popped like firecrackers, creating and dissipating vortexes of air around him...
Many trees on both sides of the mountain path were twisted and bent low by the force of his movement.
Yet, despite such ferocious running, the boy remained calm and composed, his breathing not rapid at all, and not a single bead of sweat appeared on his forehead or face.
This boy was none other than Qin Yan.
Since the night he was hired by the First Madam to ambush and kill him, but instead had a fortuitous encounter, merging with demon blood and becoming a demon warrior, half a month has passed...
During these two weeks, Qin Yan has secretly left the Qin family mansion every night and sneaked into the remote mountains outside Blue Sky City to cultivate.
He wasn't cultivating martial arts internal energy, but rather tempering his physical body.
This two-week cultivation was almost self-torture!
He would run hundreds of miles in a single breath...
leap off cliffs several meters high...
carry huge rocks on his back, frog-like jumps...
pound the mountain walls with his fists
... kick ancient trees with his feet
... leap between towering trees...
climb cliffs hundreds of meters high with his bare hands...
...
such brutal and self-destructive high-intensity training...
Most martial artists couldn't withstand such a massive physical exertion, easily becoming exhausted and overdrawn. Moreover, a slight misstep could result in sprained muscles or even permanent injury...
But Qin Yan could do it!
Qin Yan discovered that the more he tortured himself, the faster the golden crystalline particles deposited in his blood dissolved! They transformed into specks of dawn light and precious glow, completely merging with his blood, becoming inseparable.
As the golden crystalline particles melted, they seemed to flow within Qin Yan's body like faint, holy rays of light, nourishing every inch of his flesh. With the surge of his blood and qi, a hazy halo even appeared on his skin, his entire being radiating a soft glow. Now,
Qin Yan vaguely understood that the golden crystalline particles scattered throughout his blood were, in fact, the demonic bloodlines that had not yet been fully refined.
Once these demonic bloodlines were completely refined and perfectly integrated into his blood, his entire body's qi and blood would undergo a dramatic transformation, becoming incredibly powerful, a complete metamorphosis, transforming him into a person of exceptional talent and virtue. Moreover, the eight-armed ferocious beast he transformed into would become even stronger, more ferocious and tyrannical. After
half a month of arduous training, Qin Yan's physical body became even more solid and powerful, progressing by leaps and bounds, truly a thousand miles a day!
His flesh and blood became denser and more refined.
His meridians and bones resembled steel slag that had been smelted and refined a hundred times, terrifyingly strong.
Every movement produced a metallic clang between bones.
He moved with the speed of a tiger, the strength of a cheetah, the power of a bear, the agility of an ape, and the grace of a bird, a powerful, inexhaustible force surging within him…
In terms of pure physical strength alone, Qin Yan had reached an astonishing and inconceivable level.
Of course, this was because Qin Yan had refined a large amount of ancient demon bloodline, a unique advantage. If he relied on his own cultivation, even with potent tonics to replenish his qi and blood, it would be impossible to progress to such an abnormal level in such a short time.
Qin Yan rushed to a small hill, let out a low roar, and threw punches and kicks, seemingly practicing a set of fist techniques.
Pine and Crane Body Refining Technique.
Qin Yan was practicing an extremely rudimentary body refining technique.
Strictly speaking, this technique doesn't belong to the category of internal energy cultivation in martial arts; it's merely an introductory martial art used by some lower-level disciples of the Qin family to temper their bodies.
This technique doesn't possess strong destructive power; its aim is to temper the body, strengthen blood and qi, and fortify internal organs.
However, when Qin Yan practiced the Pine Crane Body Refining Technique, his aura was fierce and sharp, his movements coordinated with his waist and hips, swift and decisive.
His fists were like mountains, his feet treading the seven stars; each punch shattered the air, producing a heart-wrenching sonic boom, each kick like a sharp axe, wide and sweeping…
the faster he fought, the more he moved in all directions, as if the soil and gravel on the ground had been shaving away by a giant axe, sending stones flying with deafening booms.
The wind from his fists howled, the air vibrated, and the air currents surged like a tide.
A stench permeated all around Qin Yan's body. Layers of black, filthy blood and impurities sprayed from Qin Yan's pores. This was the filth and impurities excreted from Qin Yan's body.
However, Qin Yan himself had no foul odor whatsoever; instead, he felt as if he had undergone a complete cleansing and rejuvenation process… His entire body felt comfortable and light, his mind clear and focused.
Sweet saliva continuously secreted from his lips, and his breath was filled with fragrance. This was a sign that impurities in his internal organs were being gradually eliminated; from then on, he would be free from all illnesses, and his stamina would be incredibly long.
At this point, Qin Yan's internal and external muscles, bones, skin, and internal organs were all forged as hard as iron, making his entire being incredibly powerful and immune to all evil.
Focusing his inner energy, Qin Yan discovered that his blood was becoming increasingly golden, heavy as mercury, and rumbling as it flowed. The sheer weight of his blood alone suggests just how dense and solid Qin Yan's flesh and blood must be… However, on the surface, he appears only slightly taller than before. This is because the density of his muscles and bones has increased. Although his weight has surged, he doesn't appear imposing. His skin is fair and flawless, giving the impression of frailty…
As he performs a set of punches, his body is constantly engaged, and a fierce, surging flow of blood and qi continuously emanates, nourishing his entire body…
The demonic bloodline is like a supreme elixir, not only clearing stagnant blood, smoothing tendons and bones, regulating internal organs, and invigorating the spirit, but also nourishing Qin Yan's mind, gradually stimulating his life potential.
Qin Yan stands calmly and composed…
He is as immovable as a mountain, standing tall and unyielding, his perseverance even subtly revealing a certain aura, completely different from the useless young master he once was.
Under the moonlight, beneath Qin Yan's skin, a thin film can be faintly seen. This film is transparent and lustrous like crystal, resembling a gel, and extremely tough.
Now, Qin Yan can withstand most sword and knife attacks to some extent thanks to this membrane.
Once this membrane formed, the body's toughness, flexibility, extensibility, contraction, and elasticity were greatly enhanced. This allowed Qin Yan to perform highly difficult movements that were unimaginable for ordinary martial artists. Muscles could be freely spiraled and squeezed, bones could be freely twisted, and even the spine could be rotated and bent significantly. He could use his limbs and bones with complete freedom. With a thought, his body could be as hard as a rock, as elastic as a bowstring, and as soft as cotton candy. He was
a perfect blend of strength and flexibility. Qin Yan marveled at his current physical condition. He knew that even at the seventh or eighth level of the Inner Qi Realm, it was impossible to use the body so flexibly. For example, twisting the spine, even with a high level of Inner Qi, could easily lead to broken bones and even paralysis if one was not careful.
The Inner Qi Realm and Body Refinement were two separate realms.
Furthermore, this membrane connected the bones and internal organs, condensing them into one, which made Qin Yan incredibly strong, with waves of surging power flowing through his body. Now, Qin Yan's casual punches and kicks were already comparable to those of a fifth-level Inner Qi Realm martial artist.
Pure physical strength could rival, or even defeat, a fifth-level Inner Qi Realm martial artist. However, Qin Yan's physical resilience, agility, and control over his body far surpassed those of a fifth-level Inner Qi Realm martial artist…
Qin Yan knew that if he were to encounter those dozen or so desperate outlaws from that night again, he wouldn't even need to transform; simply unleashing his physical power would be enough to kill them all, mercilessly slaughtering them without a doubt…
His eyes occasionally flashed, as if a cold, sharp light tore through the sky, sending chills down one's spine…
Feeling himself growing stronger every day, Qin Yan contentedly returned to the Qin family mansion in the dark.
…
The Qin Manor.
The 'Zhuijin Garden' at the very center of the mansion was the residence of the current head of the Qin family.
Unlike other powerful families, the Qin family's head line was relatively small. Qin Tianpeng married only one wife in his life, who bore him one son…
Behind an elegant grove of osmanthus trees stands a magnificent pavilion made of carved rosewood.
This is Qin Yan's residence.
At noon, Qin Yan is dining with a middle-aged man dressed in a long golden robe, with a square face, upright posture, and imposing presence.
This middle-aged man is Qin Yan's biological father, Qin Tianpeng, the current head of the Qin family.
Qin Tianpeng is a martial arts expert at the tenth level of the Inner Qi Realm, but he has been stuck at this level for nine years, unable to make any progress. He has repeatedly failed to break through to the Explosive Qi Realm, seemingly having exhausted his martial arts potential and never having the hope of reaching the Explosive Qi Realm. Compared to Qin Feng, the eldest son of the first wife, a prodigy at the tenth level of the Inner Qi Realm, his martial arts potential is incomparable…
Qin Yan's mother passed away shortly after Qin Yan's birth. Therefore, Qin Yan was raised by Qin Tianpeng single-handedly. The father and son depended on each other for survival, and their relationship was one of deep affection and filial piety.
"Yan'er..." Qin Tianpeng put down his chopsticks, hesitated slightly, and then said, "Next month, I'll have your Uncle Xu take you to Chaoyang City to relax. How about it? The lantern festival in Chaoyang City is quite lively..."
"Oh?" Qin Yan looked up at Qin Tianpeng, immediately understanding his meaning. "Father, if I remember correctly, next month is the First Madam's birthday..."
"Heh..." Qin Tianpeng was extremely embarrassed, rubbing his hands, his throat tightening, unable to find the right words.
"Father, are you worried that on the First Madam's birthday, someone might deliberately make things difficult for me in public, causing me to be humiliated?" Qin Yan said with a faint smile, unconcerned. "Therefore, Father has good intentions and wants to send me away."
Hearing this, Qin Tianpeng nodded slightly and remained silent.
"Father, if I were to make an excuse to avoid it, firstly, it would be a breach of etiquette, giving others grounds for criticism, and people would inevitably use this opportunity to criticize your upbringing; secondly, it would only be a few sarcastic remarks, which I can bear..." Qin Yan spoke calmly and eloquently, displaying an air of composure that seemed unfazed by praise or blame. "I would never avoid it..."
"Hmm?" Qin Tianpeng paused, suddenly realizing that his son had become much more composed, and a sense of satisfaction welled up within him. "Good, good, Yan'er, you've grown up..."
...
After Qin Tianpeng left, Qin Yan pulled a wad of oiled paper from under the bed.
This wad of oiled paper was something Qin Yan had found on the beach by the Blue River when he had his fortuitous encounter with the demon bloodline. Since returning to the family, Qin Yan hadn't touched this wad of oiled paper, but today, on a whim, he took it out.
"What's wrapped in this oiled paper? It looks like a small book..." Qin Yan was slightly curious and carefully opened the oiled paper. Inside was another layer of oiled paper... This thing was sealed tightly with layers of oiled paper, seemingly quite rare.
Qin Yan wondered to himself, and after unwrapping five layers of oiled paper, he finally took out a small book on yellow paper.
On the crumpled cover, six tiny characters were written...
'General Manual of the Hundred Soft Yin Blade '
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