In the evening, Li Xuan arrived at Deng Weixian's small courtyard on time.
He found that Deng Weixian's Godfather had arrived early today and was talking to Deng Weixian.
Li Xuan immediately hid himself carefully and eavesdropped.
"Have you never questioned it?"
"Godfather told this child to Cultivate Martial Arts in peace."
Facing his Godfather's question, Deng Weixian merely responded, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
"What Godfather says, this child does."
"For this child, this is simpler."
Looking at Deng Weixian, who respectfully bowed his head, his Godfather couldn't help but sigh with genuine emotion.
"Compared to his talent in Martial Arts, this child's Heart-Nature is even more admirable."
Previously, he had deliberately not explicitly mentioned the Qi and Blood consumption problem when Cultivating the Bloodthirsty Tiger Claw, just to see how Deng Weixian would react.
Anyone would waver in such a situation.
Stopping Cultivation or slacking off and slowing down the progress were all within his expectations.
He just wanted to see to what extent Deng Weixian would carry out his orders.
When nurturing someone, understanding their obedience is a very important matter.
He just never expected that this thirteen-year-old boy could achieve such a Realm.
When he appeared yesterday, Deng Weixian was completely exhausted, his Qi and Blood consumption reaching its limit.
In that situation, asking Deng Weixian to perform the Bloodthirsty Tiger Claw again in the future would be impossible.
Deng Weixian's Godfather was very satisfied with the result of this obedience test.
"I never thought that by casually saving this child and bringing him into the Imperial Palace, I would pick up such a good seedling."
Though human effort is involved, it is also Heaven's aid.
Thinking this, the corner of his mouth, hidden in the shadow of his cloak, slowly curved into a beautiful arc.
"Very good, with your natural talent and disposition, you will surely become a great help to me in the future."
He patted Deng Weixian's shoulder as encouragement.
Compared to before, it was clear that Deng Weixian's Godfather was more affectionate towards him, both in tone and action.
"This child will surely live up to Godfather's expectations!"
Deng Weixian bowed and accepted the encouragement calmly.
"This kid can really achieve great things."
Li Xuan, observing from the shadows, couldn't help but exclaim.
Which leader would dislike such a young person?
If he had the awareness of Deng Weixian in the past, he would have made progress long ago.
"Good." Deng Weixian's Godfather nodded in satisfaction, then said, "Today I will explain in detail how to Breakthrough to the Ningxue Realm."
"The Ningxue Realm, as the name suggests, is the Realm of condensing the Qi and Blood Power within the body. Upon reaching this Realm, one can be called a Martial Artist and enter the ranks."
"Your previous weakness was all because the Bloodthirsty Tiger Claw Cultivation Technique is too overbearing, preventing your Qi and Blood consumption from being replenished."
"But overbearing also has its benefits. The Bloodthirsty Tiger Claw is one of the Cultivation Techniques that can enter the Ningxue Realm the fastest."
"As long as there are Heaven And Earth Treasures to replenish Qi and Blood Power, stepping into the Ningxue Realm will be as easy as turning over one's hand."
"Folk Martial Artists often use medicinal baths or dietary supplements, and there are different effects depending on the Cultivation Technique and the method of replenishing Qi and Blood."
"And these differences will lead to disparities in the consolidation of foundations, determining how far one can go on the path of a Martial Artist in the future."
Deng Weixian's Godfather spoke endlessly, and both Li Xuan and Deng Weixian listened very attentively.
Li Xuan, in particular, was completely engrossed.
He had been coveting this knowledge for more than a day or two; now that his curiosity was satisfied, he felt wonderfully light and airy.
"The gap in combat power between those of the same level, and even some instances of being defeated by those of a higher level, are all related to this."
"Only Martial Artists who fully unleash their potential in every Realm can gain more power."
"This has been true since ancient times!"
Deng Weixian's Godfather paused here to catch his breath, then gently stroked the clay pot on the stone table and continued, "Inside this is Linhu Essence Blood, which can assist your Cultivation and enhance your Qi and Blood Power."
"The Fierce Tiger is a rare Vicious Beast that inhabits the Arctic Tundra. Absorbing its Essence Blood can not only greatly replenish Qi and Blood Power but also nurture an Ice-Cold Breath within the body, thereby increasing the power of the Bloodthirsty Tiger Claw."
"This Ice-Cold Breath will benefit you for life; future Cultivation of martial arts with Yin-cold attributes will yield twice the results with half the effort."
"This pot of Linhu Essence Blood is enough to raise you to the Ningxue Realm. The better your Aptitude, the more Linhu Essence Blood you can absorb, and the Ice-Cold Breath within your body will also grow stronger."
"As for how much you can absorb, I am also very much looking forward to it."
Deng Weixian was stunned to hear this; he hadn't expected the contents of the clay pot to be so precious.
He immediately reacted, knelt down, and thanked him, "Thank you, Godfather, for your great love. This child will definitely give his all."
On such a matter, Deng Weixian dared not make any guarantees. Although his Godfather always said his talent was good, no one could definitively say how much Linhu Essence Blood he could absorb.
Therefore, only guaranteeing his effort was the safest approach.
"Good, Cultivate diligently. From now on, first absorb the Linhu Essence Blood, then digest it with the Tiger Form Ten Styles, and then Cultivate the Bloodthirsty Tiger Claw."
"Practice it for me now, and I'll give you some pointers along the way."
Deng Weixian's Godfather sat on the stone chair and instructed.
Deng Weixian immediately replied, "Yes," his voice containing a hint of excitement.
As his Godfather instructed, he first opened the sealed clay pot, and seeing the light blue liquid inside, a trace of hesitation flashed across his face.
The pain he endured yesterday was still vivid in his memory; if it happened again, he might not even be able to continue practicing later.
Deng Weixian wasn't afraid of pain; he was afraid of losing face in front of his Godfather.
Having finally gained some trust, he didn't want his Godfather to be disappointed in him.
This person was his only reliance in the palace; without his protection, Deng Weixian feared he would never have a chance to rise in his entire life.
Thinking this, he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and plunged his hands in, mentally prepared to endure intense pain.
Deng Weixian's Godfather couldn't help but nod slightly at this scene.
During his explanation just now, he had deliberately concealed one point.
Although Linhu Essence Blood is a precious Heaven And Earth Treasure, the unbearable excruciating pain during absorption is its only side effect.
Ordinary people who come into contact with Linhu Essence Blood would be instantly frostbitten, and if not wiped off in time, it's possible to lose limbs to frostbite.
And the Tiger Form Ten Styles and Bloodthirsty Tiger Claw are Cultivation Techniques specifically designed to complement it; without these two Cultivation Techniques, absorbing Linhu Essence Blood is impossible.
No ordinary person who has not entered the Ningxue Realm can withstand the side effects of absorbing Linhu Essence Blood.
One could say that for the 'vinegar' of Linhu Essence Blood, there were the 'dumplings' of Tiger Form Ten Styles and Bloodthirsty Tiger Claw.
The pain of absorbing Linhu Essence Blood leaves a psychological trauma on anyone who has experienced it.
Even Deng Weixian's Godfather was no exception.
The pain experienced in one's youth is even more unforgettable.
But seeing Deng Weixian hesitate for only a moment before resolutely reaching into the clay pot, Deng Weixian's Godfather was moved.
"The power of hatred is truly wonderful."
At the same moment, Deng Weixian, whose hands were immersed in the clay pot, was frowning tightly, his expression solemn.
He stared intently at the inside of the clay pot, his face changing between shades, feeling the icy coolness seeping into his body, yet his heart was filled with doubt.
"Eh?"
"Why doesn't it hurt?"