A family’s body-tempering technique determined the growth of its next generation.
In that sense, a body-tempering method was worth even more than a martial technique.
“Can you be certain?”
Feng Chen’s face turned serious.
He stared at Feng Ren.
He knew his son better than anyone.
Every day, it was either the basic fist set or the training post.
How could Feng Hao suddenly have a Yellow-rank high-grade body-tempering technique?
“Yes.
And it might be even higher.”
Feng Ren nodded slowly.
“Even higher?”
The four elders and Feng Lie were stunned.
At least Yellow-rank high-grade—could it be Profound-rank?
A Profound-rank technique was not something a small city like Yulan could produce.
“I’ll go see.”
Feng Chen couldn’t sit still.
Feng Ren didn’t look like he was lying.
Leaving those words behind, he hurried out of the hall and headed for his own courtyard.
“Is this the foundation of his vow?”
The elders exchanged glances.
They stopped working and sat in uneasy anticipation.
A Profound-rank body-tempering technique could change a family’s destiny.
Entering the courtyard, Feng Chen saw Feng Hao crouched on the ground.
His body rose and fell in a steady rhythm.
Every subtle movement stretched every muscle in his body.
The initial shock gave way to calm.
This was definitely a Yellow-rank high-grade body-tempering technique—at least.
As a Great Martial Master, Feng Chen understood the method’s purpose after watching it once.
Every muscle was being exercised.
That was astonishing.
The demands on force control were extreme.
Practicing martial techniques later would be far easier.
A true two-for-one benefit.
Feng Hao breathed rhythmically.
Every repetition brought him immense pain, but his heart was joyful.
He could feel his physique improving rapidly.
After twenty-four cycles, he finally collapsed.
The Tiger Movement Chapter consumed too much energy.
The moment he relaxed, his muscles returned to normal.
“Hao’er.”
Feng Chen walked over.
“Father.”
Feng Hao struggled to his feet, wiping the sweat from his face.
His body trembled from exertion.
“Sit.
Rest.”
A complex emotion welled up in his chest.
If he had never been the family head, none of this would have happened.
But as a member of the Feng family, how could he abandon them?
He sighed inwardly.
“Father?”
“Yes?”
“Can I skip morning practice from now on?”
The Feng family’s basic fist set only trained the arms and legs.
Compared to the Tiger Movement Chapter, it was worthless.
For Feng Hao, it was a complete waste of time.
“Skip morning practice?”
Feng Chen paused, thinking about what he had just seen.
That fist set was useless to him now.
“Fine.”
Feng Hao’s heart leaped.
This gave him an extra half-day of training every day.
“What were you doing just now?”
“Just now?” Feng Hao blinked.
“Body tempering.”
“Body tempering?
Did you figure out that technique yourself?”
“No.”
Feng Hao scratched his head.
He didn’t know how to explain.
He couldn’t tell anyone about Burning Elder.
“Did someone teach it to you?”
Feng Chen’s heart stirred.
The question slipped out.
“Sort of.”
Feng Hao frowned slightly, then nodded.
Feng Chen sucked in a cold breath.
Someone who could give away a technique of this rank—how powerful must they be?
It took him a while to calm down.
He looked at his son quietly.
Whoever this person was, it should be a turning point for Feng Hao.
But what had that expert seen in him?
Then Feng Chen remembered what Feng Hao had told him before.
His body was devouring the herbal medicine.
His heart skipped a beat.
“Hao’er.”
“Yes?”
Feng Chen opened his mouth, then sighed.
He didn’t know how to say it.
The Feng family had wronged his son.
And now…
“Never mind.
Train hard.”
Watching his father walk away, Feng Hao shook his head and didn’t dwell on it.
He sat down to recover his strength.
Over the course of the day, both his physique and force control showed marked improvement.
Under the stars, the boy lay beneath the red-leafed tree, gasping.
“This is too slow.”
At his current level—third-rank Martial Apprentice high stage—he could only manage thirty cycles before needing to rest for nearly an hour.
He spent as much time resting as training.
The ring on his right hand shimmered.
A translucent figure appeared before him.
“Your physique is too weak.”
Burning Elder grinned at him, his tone teasing.
“Burning Elder, is there another way?”
This waste of time was something Feng Hao couldn’t afford.
He looked at the old man pleadingly.
“There is a way, of course.”
Burning Elder looked at the excited boy with a sly smile.
“Have you heard of medicine refiners?”
“Medicine refiners?”
Feng Hao’s eyes went wide.
“The legendary medicine refiners?”
On the Tianwu Continent, besides martial artists, there were two other professions: medicine refiners and poison refiners.
Medicine refiners were the most honored profession on the continent.
Their role was healing.
After all, who in this world never fell ill?
Even the mightiest cultivator could fall to disease.
Without a medicine refiner, even they would wither.
To become a medicine refiner, one first needed a “medicine canon.” By taking the herbs listed in the canon, one could condense a “medicine pill” within the body.
That was the mark of a true medicine refiner.
Of course, the number of herbs required to condense a medicine pill was terrifying.
Even the great families of the major cities considered themselves fortunate to raise a single medicine refiner.
And medicine canons were not easy to come by—most were passed down through generations.
A refiner’s rank was tied directly to their canon.
Poison refiners were the opposite.
They cultivated “poison canons” and condensed poison pills.
They were the most dangerous people on the continent—offend one, and death would come without warning.
Burning Elder laughed smugly.
“Kneel and take me as your master.”
“Master?”
Feng Hao blinked, then dropped to his knees.
“Master.”
If he became a medicine refiner, everything would change.
Burning Elder’s face grew serious.
He turned his hand over.
A shimmering canon floated above his palm.
Divine Farmer’s Canon.
Four ancient characters appeared before Feng Hao’s eyes.