A Long Grind to Daoist Monarch-Chapter 137 - 117: No More Than Three Disciples, One Pair of Hundred Refinements Hands_5

He pressed forward step by step, causing too much tension, even if he could enter, it wouldn't lead to a good result.

Thinking of Zhu Shou Rang losing his parents since childhood and being raised by an old servant, Zhu Ling'Er shook her head:

"Xiaowu, if you keep this up, you won't win Master Li's favor. How can you become his closed-door disciple?"

Zhu Shou Rang's thick eyebrows rose, he sneered coldly:

"In the craftsmanship world, skill reigns supreme! Master Li himself said this! If his little disciple is useless, he should make way for me!

Moreover, how did Hongming Trading establish itself in Yihai Prefecture? Wasn't it because of our Zhu Family? Master Li owes a debt to Grandpa, he should return the favor!"

Zhu Ling'Er was speechless, thinking of Zhu Shou Rang's numerous misdeeds, she felt a slight annoyance and chose to remain silent.

The latter and the Seventh Young Master of the He Family's eldest branch both aren't kind-hearted.

Renowned for being ruthless like a wolf and a jackal!

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"Seventh Young Master! I've found out, Zhu Wulang's here to apprentice! Rumors had it early on he raised a pair of martial bones with Hundred Refinements Hand, it seems they're true."

Uncle Yang went out and circled twice, and soon figured things out, after all, Zhu Shou Rang isn't exactly low-key, just paying attention can easily uncover his tracks.

"Apprenticing? The Zhu Family certainly plays a good game, Master Li has no children, eventually, the major kilns will have to be passed down to the disciple's hands.

I said, the Zhu Family had been providing seemingly altruistic support to the fire kilns for years, also helping Master Li achieve the title of Master Craftsman, and making connections with the Government Office, gaining the Daoist Official's favor.

I thought the Zhu Family wanted to use Master Li as a stepping stone to connect with Grand General Zhao of the Celestial Water Prefecture… Now it seems, they have other schemes!"

He Jingfeng rubbed his temples, soon understanding the cause and effect, apprenticing isn't the key, mainly scheming for Master Li's fire kilns, and even possibly the crafting of that… Divine Soldier!

"Damn it! The Zhu Family is too cunning! Li Yuan has only half a foot in the grave, not even tucked in a coffin yet!"

Uncle Yang hesitated to speak, thinking, Seventh Young Master, your He Family isn't innocent in such affairs either.

You're keeping the stroke-ridden, dementia-afflicted He Wenbing in the backyard, waiting for his end!

"Seventh Young Master, if Zhu Shou Rang becomes Master Li's closed-door disciple, there's no negotiation for casting the magical artifact rough for the eldest young master."

Uncle Yang expressed concern, the Seventh Young Master hasn't fixed the Fishery's mess, and has botched the assigned tasks.

Not only failing to obtain a student in the Daoist School, but likely facing severe punishment from the master.

"Master Li values tradition! He already has three disciples, there's no reason to make an exception for Zhu's entrance."

He Jingfeng also felt troubled, having been at odds with Zhu Shou Rang, the saying often on his own lips was—

Yihai Prefecture cannot allow anyone more arrogant than him!

"Wait until tomorrow to visit the Big Punishment Kiln, and inquire into Master Li's opinions."

He Jingfeng was out of options, his attitude towards Lu Shiping of the Cyan Flower Kiln wasn't good, a common arrogance of highborn sons, but before Master Li Yuan, respect was necessary.

As a decadent young master skirmishing falcons and dogs, the most crucial point is to sharpen one's eyes and not flaunt one's authority recklessly.

"He Qilang! Why sneak here to this rural place without a word!"

He Jingfeng was pondering countermeasures when a loud greeting was heard, followed by the room's closed door being pushed open.

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"The Four Great Martial Arts Practices are to internalize the viscera, and externally connect limbs and bones! Thus, practice shows externally but holds its image internally!

In martial circles, there's often talk of 'training moves into the very bones'. In the Golden Core Great Strength Skill, it's considered that the liver reflects in tendons, the kidneys in bones.

Training muscles is nurturing the liver, where blood is stored and facilitates laxative secretion; thus, muscle training is also blood training. And the kidneys connect to bones, training bones is nurturing kidneys, which store essence and absorb qi, thus bone training is also qi cultivation.

No wonder the miscellaneous records in Dezhen Tower assert muscle and bone training lay the foundation, stance, moves, nurturing practices all aim at enhancing tendons and extracting bones, boosting the body, and fortifying qi blood…"

Bai Qi was digesting various insights, sensing a vague coherence of Five Grand Captures and Golden Core Great Strength Skill.

[You have a flash of insight, your qi blood roils mysteriously, as if touching a deeper realm] 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

[You ponder repeatedly, comprehend the essence of martial arts, your acuity slightly improves again]

[You...]

"Who is yelling so loudly?"

Bai Qi's spirits soared, deeply focused, various colorful techniques converged like a lump of molten iron.

But before that complete, refreshing ease lasted long, it was abruptly interrupted by the noise forcibly squeezed into his ears.

He lifted his eyelids, tightly clenched his fists, anger rising, is He Jingfeng so inconsiderate?

I clearly already mentioned resting, do not disturb!

"Jade Water Rice, Golden Orchid, Gentiana... not working again!"

Bai Qi suddenly stood up, stepped quickly to the door, raised his hand and pushed heavily, the clamorous voice got clearer:

"He Qilang, your big brother He Jinghong only cultivated for a few years, yet rashly sought to pass the Dao Trial! Aren't you afraid of falling within! The Immortal Master's spiritual lineage isn't so easily obtained!"

Bai Qi glanced coldly, a spirited thick-eyebrowed youngster.

The latter seemed to notice the somewhat fiery gaze, abruptly paused, and turned around:

"What are you staring at?"

Who is this?

Even more insolent than He Jingfeng?

Bai Qi crossed his arms, retorted indifferently:

"Staring at you, so what?"