"In short, the cultivation of the Vital Energy and Blood Realm is very simple. It's just about continuously accumulating vital energy and blood in various ways," the young girl said as she stood up. Her bare feet were as delicate and flawless as jade, with a bell tied around her ankle, jingling as she moved.
"Does anyone have any questions? If not, we'll end here for today."
As soon as the girl finished speaking, Xu Wuzhou knew trouble was brewing. He sighed and looked at the crowd present.
Sure enough, everyone was glaring at him with anger. Some had already clenched their fists, eager to beat Xu Wuzhou.
Xu Wuzhou had brought disgrace to the Qin Family, and most importantly, the young lady was their goddess. This guy had done something so despicable, who wouldn't want to teach him a lesson?
Although everyone was filled with righteous indignation, their eyes turned to a young man.
This young man was Lin Qingshan, Qin Yunjie's cousin, a core figure among the younger generation of the Qin Family, even more respected than Qin Yunjie. He too had always secretly admired Qin Qingmo and loathed Xu Wuzhou to the extreme.
But all along, Qin Li had been protecting Xu Wuzhou. Even though he despised this good-for-nothing wastrel, he could only endure it.
However, today he received news that Qin Li was utterly disappointed in Xu Wuzhou, which left him without any scruples. Looking at Xu Wuzhou, he mocked, "The Martial Hall is no place for parasites and trash. If you want to attend classes in the future, you can listen from outside the door."
Lin Qingshan knew Xu Wuzhou's temperament. Being bullied like this, he would surely explode and cause trouble. But if he did, they would have a reason to harshly punish Xu Wuzhou. Who here didn't want to beat him up?
"You want me to stand outside the door to listen to the class?" Xu Wuzhou asked with a smile, pointing at his own nose.
Lin Qingshan didn't expect Xu Wuzhou to be so calm, even smiling. He frowned.
"I don't think anyone wants to share a room with a parasite like you," Lin Qingshan replied to Xu Wuzhou. "A person should have self-awareness."
"You keep calling me a parasite, a piece of trash? Are you that powerful?" Xu Wuzhou asked.
"Everyone here is at least at the Third Layer of Vital Energy and Blood, and I am at the Third Postnatal Layer. The disciples of the Martial Hall are temporarily under my charge," Lin Qingshan said coldly to Xu Wuzhou. "So in the Martial Hall, you have to do whatever I tell you to do."
"I thought you were stronger, but you're just at the Third Postnatal Layer. That's trash too," Xu Wuzhou laughed dismissively.
Lin Qingshan had never been called trash before, especially not by someone like Xu Wuzhou. He glared at Xu Wuzhou angrily.
"Don't glare at me like that. Your glare isn't even as fierce as the dog at the city gate. Who can you scare?" Xu Wuzhou said lightly, then continued, "Calling you trash has a reason. I'm a well-mannered person and wouldn't insult someone without reason. Let me ask you one thing: Are you the strongest among the young generation in Lin'an Prefecture?"
"Of course not!" Lin Qingshan frowned, thinking he would beat him to death if he couldn't make sense.
"Exactly, so you're trash. You and I are both not the strongest in Lin'an Prefecture, which means we're essentially the same. If you were truly powerful, you should have defeated other clan descendants and become the leader among the younger generation, bringing glory to the Qin Family.
But in reality, you're still in the Martial Hall like me. Isn't this like the pot calling the kettle black? I'm an ordinary person, you're at the Third Postnatal Layer, yet neither of us can bring glory to the Qin Family. The weakest and the second place are both losers.
But as the sage Lu Xun said: The second place is the biggest loser.
So you're not better than me, just closer to failure.
Then when you call me trash, aren't you calling yourself trash?" Xu Wuzhou asked Lin Qingshan.
Who is the sage Lu Xun? Did he ever say that? Lin Qingshan and the others were confused, knowing Xu Wuzhou's words were nonsensical, but couldn't pinpoint the flaw, leaving them speechless. When did Xu Wuzhou become so sharp-tongued?
"Step aside, trash," Xu Wuzhou stood up, dusted off his clothes, and walked towards the weapon warehouse of the Martial Hall. The old man yesterday said that the black bowl needed to devour metal to repair itself and could return liquid to enhance cultivation. He wanted to give it a try.
On the podium, the young girl watched Xu Wuzhou's departing figure with a playful smile. They all said Xu Wuzhou was a good-for-nothing fool, but his recent performance didn't seem like that of a fool. His twisted logic was quite interesting. The saying that both the second and last place are losers was indeed amusing!
***
The weapon warehouse of the Martial Hall was filled with swords, spears, staffs, and other weapons. Among them, there were about a hundred metal weapons, but since they were only for the disciples of the Martial Hall to practice with, the quality wasn't great, all made of iron.
"How do I use that bowl to devour weapons?"
Xu Wuzhou pondered this, and suddenly a black bowl covered with spiderweb cracks appeared in his hand, the same one he saw last night. This bowl was somehow connected to his mind.
So much had happened that Xu Wuzhou wasn't surprised anymore. Holding the seemingly about-to-shatter black bowl, he touched it to a sword.
The sword was instantly devoured by the black bowl. Xu Wuzhou was amazed and brought it close to an iron rod, which was also instantly devoured, leaving a drop of blood-colored liquid in the black bowl.
Xu Wuzhou didn't pay attention to the liquid and continued using the black bowl to devour metal, weapon after weapon, until he wasn't careful, and all the weapons present were devoured completely.
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And in the black bowl, there were fifty drops of liquid. At the same time, one of the cracks was repaired.
Staring at the small pool of blood-colored liquid, Xu Wuzhou dripped a drop onto his palm.
As soon as the liquid touched him, it transformed into a warm current that flowed into his body.
At that moment, a surge of Sword Intent emerged, merging with the warm current and then integrating into his limbs and bones.
Xu Wuzhou felt a sense of comfort throughout his body, as if he was soaking in a hot spring, so pleasant that he almost cried out.
This pleasure made Xu Wuzhou continue, dropping one drop after another of the blood-colored liquid onto his palm, transforming into streams of warm current that combined with the Sword Intent, merging into his limbs and bones.
Xu Wuzhou knew what this power was—the Power of Vital Energy and Blood. This black bowl could directly produce the Power of Vital Energy and Blood, and it could perfectly integrate with him, completely becoming his body's vital energy and blood.
After Xu Wuzhou consumed thirty drops of the blood-colored liquid, his body suddenly shook, and then he felt as if he had ascended to a new level, containing unprecedented power within him, enough to kill a bull.
First Layer of Vital Energy and Blood!
Xu Wuzhou was stunned, not expecting to reach the First Layer of Vital Energy and Blood so easily.
He recalled the old man's words, saying that the energy returned by the black bowl had three functions, one of which was to enhance cultivation.
But such a way to enhance cultivation was too simple and crude. However... he liked it very much.
Xu Wuzhou looked at the remaining twenty drops of liquid in the bowl and continued to drip them onto his palm.
After ten drops, Xu Wuzhou reached the Second Layer of Vital Energy and Blood.
After twenty drops, Xu Wuzhou reached the Third Layer of Vital Energy and Blood.
"Straight to the Third Layer," Xu Wuzhou was shocked. Did he just enter the Third Layer of the Vital Energy and Blood Realm? It was as easy as drinking water! At the Third Layer of Vital Energy and Blood, he was no longer the weakest in this Martial Hall.
Feeling the abundant vital energy and blood within him, the explosive power was probably equivalent to the Power of Three Bulls.
"The Third Layer of Vital Energy and Blood has the Power of Three Bulls, doesn't that mean the Ninth Layer can reach the Power of Nine Bulls? Martial artists are indeed powerful!"
But Xu Wuzhou didn't know that in the ordinary Vital Energy and Blood Realm, even reaching the Ninth Layer only had the Power of Five Bulls. The Third Layer had just the Power of Two Bulls. With Sword Intent, he was already different from ordinary people.
"However, needing thirty drops to reach one layer, and only ten drops for one layer afterward, also indicates that Xu Wuzhou's body was severely depleted, too weak, needing thirty drops just to replenish his vital energy. If ten drops can reach one layer, does that mean with another sixty drops, he can directly reach the Ninth Layer of Vital Energy and Blood? With more, he could enter the Postnatal Realm."
The Postnatal Realm would make him a significant figure in the Qin Family.
Xu Wuzhou really wanted to test his hypothesis, but now the weapon warehouse was empty, with no metal available for him to use.
"Wait! All the weapons here are gone, how am I going to explain this?" Xu Wuzhou suddenly thought of this very serious problem.
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