Longevity Begins with the Seven Injuries Fist-Chapter 260 - 165: Fist Gang’s Power! Flying Snow Bright Silver Saber!
Qiu Yu said, "Sir, these are the martial arts experts of our Heaven-Breaking Army."
Then, she recited the names of about twenty people to Su Que.
Su Que had an excellent memory, and just by hearing them once, he remembered all their names.
Afterward, Qiu Yu and Su Que exchanged farewells once more, and she headed back to Jiannan Prefecture City.
Su Que, on the other hand, accompanied the twenty-odd Heaven-Breaking Army martial artists on their journey.
This group had eight carriages, but around forty horses.
Twenty-odd people rode on the horses.
Su Que sat inside a carriage, practicing alone.
In the morning, he focused on cultivating gang qi.
In the afternoon, he trained in the Marriage Robe Divine Skill.
His True Qi was primarily based on the Marriage Robe Divine Skill True Qi.
The quality of his gang qi largely depended on his proficiency in the Marriage Robe Divine Skill.
Throughout the journey, the twenty-odd people took care of everything.
If they passed by some stalls on the way, they would buy snacks, tea, wine, or delicacies for Su Que to taste.
Being served by others, Su Que certainly felt much more comfortable than traveling alone.
As night fell, they arrived at a large city nearby and found a luxurious inn to stay in.
Since he couldn’t move freely in the carriage during the day, Su Que could only practice inner strength there.
At night, after a satisfying meal, Su Que went out of the city, found a deserted forest, and began practicing the Seven Injuries Fist.
He set up his fist stance and began striking in the forest.
With his feet stepping in peculiar steps, he slid out a step, then retracted it.
With both hands clenched into fists, he punched out each strike.
Every punch was infused with gang qi.
With gang qi, the power of the Seven Injuries Fist increased significantly!
As the fist gang erupted in the forest, with every punch he threw, several trees shattered instantly!
Wood chips and leaf fragments were swept into the sky along with the fist force and gang qi.
Once they reached the highest point, they fell like snowflakes.
Su Que continuously punched, with the fist gang swirling around, forming an invisible air shield around him.
When the wood chips and leaf fragments fell and touched this air shield, they were jolted by the gang qi and flew upward again.
Thus, in the area where Su Que practiced boxing, the wood chips and leaf fragments drifted down and flew up, repeatedly creating a peculiar scene.
Each tree was shattered by his fist gang with great momentum, alarming the animals in the forest.
The birds on the trees, those that reacted quickly, fluttered away chirping before Su Que’s fists struck their trees.
Those slower to react were affected by Su Que’s fist gang and shattered entirely.
The king of beasts in the forest, the tiger, and some ferocious wolves, hearing the commotion, widened their eyes, their fur trembling uncontrollably, and fled the woods.
In the distance, several martial artists also saw the floating debris spectacle in the sky.
They immediately knew that a highly skilled martial arts expert was practicing in that forest.
A Gang Condensation Realm martial artist, in the Central Plains, belonged to the upper echelon, enough to establish a sect.
These martial artists were first inclined to seek advice from a Gang Condensation Realm martial artist.
But they also considered that they didn’t know the temperament of the practicing martial artist or whether the cultivation technique was an evil technique that harmed others for self-benefit, so they didn’t venture into that forest, instead leaving quietly.
Seven Injuries Fist (8th Realm Peak of 54%)
Su Que thought, having gained Li Xuanji Master’s blood, his lifespan increased significantly, and his talent also improved.
At this time, the improvement of the Seven Injuries Fist speeded up a lot.
In just over an hour of training, he improved by 3%.
While fully executing the Seven Injuries Fist, a warm power circulated among his five viscera and six bowels.
The Seven Injuries Fist, practices seven injuries, all seven are harmed.
If an ordinary martial artist were to practice this fist, the five viscera and six bowels, and Yin Yang Qi would be damaged.
But this side effect completely reversed on Su Que.
When Su Que executed the Seven Injuries Fist, his viscera were nourished and became stronger.
Meanwhile, his qi blood flowed even more swiftly, a sign of the Yang Qi being more prosperous.
Yin Qi governs the nourishment and balance of the body, such as immunity to cold and heat, faster recovery from injuries, and other physiological phenomena, all related to Yin Qi.
At this moment, the Yin Qi was also thriving, though it had yet to manifest.
After Su Que practiced the Seven Injuries Fist to 56% of the Peak of the 8th Realm, he withdrew his stance.
At this time, wood chips and bits of leaves in the sky, without the support of Fist Gang, fell down like a landslide.
They fluttered down, like a heavy snowfall.
Seizing the moment before the wood chips and leaf fragments could fall on him, Su Que pushed off the ground with force. His figure, like lightning, darted out of the forest and then flew back toward the inn.
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In the early morning, the inn’s attendant delivered breakfast to Su Que’s room.
Per Su Que’s request, the breakfast was exceptionally abundant.
Aside from the usual breakfast items like buns, porridge, and noodles, there were several plates of beef cooked with special sauces.
Su Que savored his meal with great relish, then continued on the journey with about twenty Heaven-Breaking Army martial artists. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
Seated inside the carriage, after practicing the Marriage Robe Divine Skill for a while, he planned to practice the Demon Saber tonight.
Previously, when he performed the Demon Saber, he used his palm as the blade.
Tonight, he wanted to use a saber to perform it.
"Xiao Chen," Su Que said lightly from inside the carriage.
Though his voice was soft, it was imbued with Inner Strength, reaching the ears of everyone outside the carriage.
Xiao Chen was the youngest guy in the crew besides him, a Four Blood Martial Artist skilled in Sword Technique.
Because he was the youngest and also the weakest in strength, he usually took care of the errands and odd jobs.
"Sir, what are your orders?" Hearing Su Que’s call, Xiao Chen rested his right hand on the sword hilt at his waist and moved to the side of Su Que’s carriage.
"Will we pass through any major cities on the route? I need to buy a few things," Su Que asked.
Although they also chose to rest in major cities at night,
the blacksmith shops in the cities usually closed at night.
So, Su Que needed to enter a major city to buy a saber during the day.
Hearing this, Xiao Chen pondered, his eyes turning a few times, and then said, "There is indeed a major city along this route, we should arrive before noon."
"Great, let’s head to that city then," Su Que replied. He then sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and continued cultivating the Marriage Robe Divine Skill.
Xiao Chen acknowledged and informed the other Heaven-Breaking Army martial artists of Su Que’s decision.
Thus, they slightly altered their course and headed towards that major city.
As Xiao Chen had said, they reached a major city before noon.
At that time, they were still in the Celestial River Prefecture; although this major city was not the Celestial River Prefecture City, its prosperity was only slightly inferior to the Prefecture City.
Upon reaching the city gate, Su Que got off the carriage and entered alone.
Meanwhile, three Heaven-Breaking Army martial artists, including Xiao Chen, also entered the city to buy food for lunch.
The other martial artists guarded the carriage and horses outside the city gate.
After entering the city, Su Que asked where the largest weapons shop was located and then lightly performed a Lightweight Skill, dashing toward the weapons shop.
Upon entering the blacksmith shop, a wave of heat hit him.
It emanated from the blacksmith shop’s furnace.
The shop was filled with young men in their twenties and thirties, all shirtless, their muscles glistening with a sheen of sweat.
Sweat poured off them like rain as they swung their hammers, forging weapons.
The clanging sound of metal striking echoed continuously in the blacksmith shop.
The blacksmith shop owner was a man in his fifties.
Standing eight feet tall, his torso was bare, his muscles bulging like rocks, exuding an impressive presence.
When Su Que entered, he was sitting on a small wooden stool, smoking a water pipe.
Seeing Su Que come in, he put the water pipe aside, stood up as he exhaled a ring of smoke, and walked toward Su Que, asking, "Friend, have you come here to forge some weapon?"
Su Que had to leave soon and naturally didn’t need a custom weapon, so he replied, "No, I want one of your finished, best sabers."
The owner noted Su Que’s straightforward request for the best saber, realizing he wasn’t an ordinary person. His eyes lit up.
He then led Su Que to one side of the shop and took down a single saber from a rack.
The saber’s scabbard and hilt were rather ancient-looking, appearing quite ordinary and not very eye-catching among the weapons on the rack.
The owner said, "This is a newly crafted saber of mine called the ’Flying Snow Bright Silver Saber,’ and a bit of rare iron was incorporated into it."
With that, he slightly unsheathed the saber.
Su Que immediately saw that the saber’s blade was as bright as snow.
And as the blade barely left the sheath, a low hum resonated from it.
