Martial Dao: I Can Enhance My Talents

"True Spirit Pills?"

The On-duty Steward looked up at Fang Han and said,

"One bottle is 100 Contribution Points. 300 Contribution Points in total."

Fang Han took out his Identity Jade Token. After the On-duty Steward deducted 300 Contribution Points from it, he turned around, retrieved three Small White Jade Bottles from the medicine cabinet behind him, and handed the Elixirs to Fang Han.

The bottles were smooth and lustrous, with red labels that read "True Spirit Pill."

"Thank you, Steward."

Fang Han accepted the Elixirs. They felt slightly cool in his hand.

He uncorked one of the bottles, and a fragrant medicinal aroma wafted out. Just from a single sniff, he could feel his Inner Qi stir and become slightly more active.

Confirming there was nothing wrong with the Elixirs, he carefully put them away and glanced at his Identity Jade Token.

The Contribution Points balance displayed on it had plummeted from 1,570 to just 70.

Two large expenditures had almost completely wiped out his Contribution Points.

A pang of regret flashed in his eyes.

But he knew it was necessary. After all, a craftsman must first sharpen his tools if he is to do his work well.

Back at his residence, Fang Han sat calmly at a table. He opened the cyan-colored box, which was made of a material that was neither metal nor jade, and took out the Profound Wind Technique manual. It appeared to be written on some kind of rare fabric.

The manual felt cool to the touch. The characters and diagrams on its pages were drawn with a special Silver Ink that shimmered faintly in the light, giving it an ancient and mysterious air.

Compared to the Xunfeng Technique, which he had already cultivated to the Perfection realm, this Top Grade Inner Qi Heart Method was undoubtedly far more profound and complex.

The Inner Qi circulation paths were more intricate and esoteric, involving many obscure and minor meridians and acupoints.

Many of the Luck Manipulation Skills demanded a great deal from the Cultivator in terms of comprehension, Inner Qi Control Power, and even understanding the fundamental nature of "wind."

The ultimate principles of Martial Arts woven between the lines were like trying to see flowers in a fog. At first glance, it was abstruse and difficult to understand, as if he were trying to read a celestial scripture.

If it were an ordinary Sixth Grade Martial Artist, even one with decent Talent, it would take at least several days of hard work, or even longer, just to grasp the essentials of this Cultivation Technique.

However, Fang Han was not one of them.

His Root Bone, improved by the Earth Core Stone Milk, combined with the terrifying sixty-four-fold Root Bone Talent Amplification, had elevated his comprehension, understanding, and deductive abilities in the path of Inner Qi Cultivation to an unbelievable Realm.

The scripture and diagrams that seemed like a celestial text to others appeared to come alive in his eyes.

The complex Qi Circulation routes were like a clear roadmap, and with a mere thought, he could grasp the key to every difficult point, achieving sudden enlightenment.

Many subtleties that would normally require repeated contemplation to grasp now came to him as naturally as water flowing into a channel, understood in his heart without effort.

Two hours later, he slowly put down the manual.

He closed his eyes and mentally reviewed the Profound Wind Technique’s complete Cultivation Method, the pathways for Inner Qi circulation, and all the various subtleties he needed to pay attention to.

There was no longer the slightest bit of confusion; he had completely understood and memorized it all.

’As expected of a Top Grade Cultivation Technique. It truly is profound...’

Fang Han let out a breath of turbid air, a hint of awe flashing in his eyes.

Having fully understood it, he could appreciate the sophistication of this Cultivation Technique even more. It was far beyond what the Xunfeng Technique could compare to.

He delayed no longer, taking out a Small White Jade Bottle and uncorking it.

He tipped out a lustrous, longan-sized Elixir that emitted a refreshing, heart-cleansing fragrance. It was a True Spirit Pill.

Although he had bought True Spirit Pills several times before, it had always been to recharge the system panel. This was the first time he was using such a precious Elixir to aid his Cultivation.

Without the slightest hesitation, he popped the Elixir into his mouth.

SWOOSH—

The Elixir melted the moment it entered his mouth. A pure and vast Medicinal Power, far surpassing that of a Peiyuan Pill, instantly dissolved and surged through his limbs and bones.

Fang Han immediately focused his mind and, following the Magic Gate of the Profound Wind Technique, began to guide the Inner Qi that he had originally cultivated from the Xunfeng Technique.

He circulated it along a new, more complex and efficient path, beginning the conversion of his Cultivation Technique.

At first, his old Inner Qi resisted the new Cultivation Technique’s pathways. Its circulation was sluggish and disjointed, like a river being forced to change its course, inevitably crashing against its banks and causing waves of slight, throbbing pain.

But his mind was steady. Relying on his thorough understanding of the Cultivation Technique’s essence and his fine, Microscopic control over his Inner Qi, he guided it patiently, making slow and steady progress.

Time passed in silence, and the sky outside had unknowingly grown dark.

The aura around Fang Han fluctuated, sometimes like a gentle breeze, other times like a surging undercurrent.

Inside his body, the originally light-cyan Inner Qi from the Xunfeng Technique was being drawn out, refined, and transformed, strand by strand. It gradually took on the unique, more condensed, profound, and somewhat mystical cyan luster characteristic of the Profound Wind Technique. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

This process was slow and delicate, admitting no impatience.

Fang Han was completely focused, his entire mind immersed in guiding and transforming his Inner Qi.

Several hours later, when all was still and silent—

Fang Han’s body trembled slightly. The very last trace of Xunfeng Technique Inner Qi within him had been completely transformed!

In that instant, a brand new Inner Qi circulation system, formed by ten opened acupoints, thundered into existence!

The speed of his Inner Qi’s flow suddenly jumped a level. It rushed with a GUSHING sound, like a stream flowing into a great river, its surging Momentum even more majestic.

The color of his Inner Qi deepened, becoming almost ink-cyan. Its texture was more condensed and pure, and the sense of power and might it carried as it circulated far surpassed what he had before!

"The Profound Wind Technique... conversion successful!"

Fang Han opened his eyes, and a deep cyan glint flashed through their depths before vanishing.

Feeling the reborn Inner Qi within him, the corners of his mouth lifted into an irrepressible smile.

Compared to the Inner Qi of the Xunfeng Technique, the Inner Qi of the Profound Wind Technique was undoubtedly purer, its foundation more solid, and it would be more beneficial for breaking through to the Upper Three Grades in the future.

’Time to test the Cultivation effects!’

Fang Han didn’t stop. Taking advantage of the fact that the True Spirit Pill’s Medicinal Power hadn’t fully dissipated, he closed his eyes once more and began his first formal Cultivation session after converting to the Profound Wind Technique.

He activated the Heart Method, and his Inner Qi surged ceaselessly along the complex and efficient pathways. Under the sixty-four-fold Root Bone Talent Amplification, his speed of absorbing and refining the Medicinal Power was astonishing.

The vast and pure Medicinal Power from the True Spirit Pill was efficiently captured and refined, transforming into wisps of pure Profound Wind Technique Inner Qi.

It flowed into the raging river of Inner Qi, causing it to grow at a visible rate and fill the newly opened Jianliao Acupoint.

One Circulation ended...

Fang Han slowly concluded his session, gently exhaling a breath of turbid air. His own breath was now a Long Breath, deep and far-reaching.

After one Circulation of Cultivation, he had a clear assessment of his current cultivation speed.

With the dual support of a higher-Grade, more potent Elixir like the True Spirit Pill, and a more efficient Top Grade Cultivation Technique like the Profound Wind Technique, his cultivation speed was now roughly on par with his speed before breaking through to Sixth Grade—back when he was using Peiyuan Pills to cultivate the Xunfeng Technique—despite the fact that condensing Sixth Grade Internal Qi was much more difficult than Seventh Grade.

This was a result that delighted him.

It meant that by investing more resources, he had managed to completely offset the explosive increase in cultivation difficulty that came with a higher Realm.

However, this high-speed Cultivation came at a great cost.

A single bottle of True Spirit Pills costs 100 Contribution Points. At his current rate of consumption, his new supply would only last for a month of Cultivation.

All told, he would need to spend 300 Contribution Points per month on Elixirs alone!

This didn’t even include other potential support resources, and as his Cultivation advanced, the investment would surely increase.

Such an expense was an astronomical figure for an ordinary disciple. Even if they desperately took on missions, it would likely be impossible to sustain.

Only a disciple like him, who could collect Contribution rewards for both his Sub-Branch ranking and the overall leaderboard ranking, and thus had a stable monthly income of Contribution Points, could possibly afford it.

’Resources... are indeed an indispensable part of the path of Cultivation!’

Fang Han muttered to himself, a flash of understanding in his eyes.

On the path of the Martial Dao, the further one progressed to the Late Stages, the more one relied on resources.

To maintain rapid advancement, one had to possess a vast amount of resources.

This was also why powerful experts didn’t emerge from small families and minor sects, but rather from major sects like the Qingxuan Sect.

...

「In the True Inheritance Courtyard, inside the study of Chu Feng’s Villa.」

The room was brightly lit by candlelight, illuminating Chu Feng’s handsome face, which was nevertheless shrouded in a gloomy haze.

His fingertips tapped unconsciously on the rosewood desk, making a dull TAP, TAP, TAP that sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

Song Xiang stood before him with his hands clasped, not daring to breathe too loudly as he carefully observed Chu Feng’s expression.

"After the incident with the Wu Family in Bibo City, has there been any sign of that thief?"

Chu Feng’s voice was calm and steady, yet it carried an intangible pressure.

"Reporting to Senior Brother, according to our people stationed in various places, there have been... no sightings so far. It’s as if the thief vanished into thin air."

"The two Sixth Grade Martial Artists sent by the Black Water Gang and the Golden Sand Gang have been stationed at the two houses most likely to be targeted for over half a month, but they’ve found nothing."

"With one less Sixth Grade Martial Artist to hold the fort, both the Black Water Gang and the Golden Sand Gang have been significantly affected. They are requesting to withdraw these two, so... what do you think? Should we pull them back?"

Song Xiang replied cautiously.

"Pull them back?"

In the candlelight, Chu Feng’s handsome face remained shrouded in gloom. His eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, swept coldly over Song Xiang.

The corner of his mouth curved into an icy arc.

"That thief targeted the Huang Family and then the Wu Family. He’s clearly coming after me. His sudden silence now is nothing more than him sensing danger and lying low for a while."

"Since he dared to provoke me, he definitely won’t stop here. Tell those two Sixth Grade Martial Artists to keep watch. Be patient. The fox will show its tail eventually."

"Yes, Senior Brother is wise!"

Song Xiang hurriedly bowed and agreed, not daring to object further.

"That Fang Han... any movements from him recently?"

Chu Feng mused for a moment, then changed the subject, asking in a deceptively casual tone.

"According to our informant’s report, after accepting a transport mission to Mo City at the beginning of the month, Fang Han has remained within the Sect."

"Aside from his daily routine Cultivation, he just goes back and forth between his residence, the Inheritance Hall, the Library Pavilion, and the dining hall," Song Xiang quickly reported. "He hasn’t accepted any other Sect missions."

Chu Feng’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Last time, he had planned to use that transport mission to deal with Fang Han, but the theft at the Huang Family’s residence had disrupted his plans, and he couldn’t carry them out.

Now that Fang Han was being so "well-behaved," it gave him the feeling that he had no angle of attack.

’This kid cultivates so diligently. His strength must be improving at a frightening pace. If this continues, he’ll become a thorn in my side.’

"Senior Brother, actually, to deal with that Fang Han, we don’t necessarily have to wait for him to accept a mission. This junior brother has a plan that might just work."

Song Xiang, reading the situation, saw the cold glint in Chu Feng’s eyes and knew that he was still brooding over his failure to deal with Fang Han.

His eyes shifted, and he took a step forward, lowering his voice.