There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 58 - 52: Gathering Blood

The sky was just getting dark.

Zhang Feng returned to his own hall.

"Everyone, leave."

He dismissed the others, waiting until the palace maids and young eunuchs had all left.

Zhang Feng then took the forbidden book "Unstable Finger" from his bosom.

With curiosity and expectation, he opened it.

On the first page, Zhang Feng saw a standard diagram of the human body, with acupoints marked on both palms and forearms, along with a few faint dotted lines.

’These should be the parts to train during practice?’

Zhang Feng guessed for a few moments, then continued to look further.

The following pages were still illustrations, but with far fewer dotted lines, and the depicted bodies struck different poses.

Under the illustrations, there were also some annotations, all about the practice methods of "Unstable Finger," densely filling every blank space of the paper.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Feng ceased overthinking and immersed himself in the new knowledge, examining it closely.

With his experience as a Grandmaster of Martial Arts and his memory of human physiology and meridians, Zhang Feng could easily comprehend the power movements and small annotations.

However, since it was new knowledge and a new practice method,

Zhang Feng, to avoid mistakes, couldn’t help but pause and compare the illustrations before and after, forming a coherent whole.

For a while, the only sound in the hall was the faint turning of pages.

...

About an hour later,

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Zhang Feng exhaled deeply and closed the secret manual.

’Understood.’

Zhang Feng slightly crouched down, stretched his hands forward with his fingers bent upward, quickly assuming the posture from the book, perfectly.

He held the pose for a while until he felt some tingling in his hands and wrists.

Zhang Feng suddenly exerted power, pushing his hands to the sides, and it felt like the blood in his arms surged toward his hands.

This was the first step in practicing Qi Blood Strength, ’Blood Gathering.’

The second step was ’Spirit Awakening.’

However, Spirit Awakening required a rare medicine known as ’Rock Fruit’ to be applied in order to ’awaken’ the flesh and blood.

After Spirit Awakening, the flesh and blood in both palms and ten fingers would give rise to ’Qi Blood Powerful Qi.’

While it seemed complex, in essence, gathering Qi and Spirit Awakening only required applying the fruit.

In contrast, the ’Blood Gathering,’ which Zhang Feng now easily achieved, was the most difficult step.

Without a deep grasp of one’s own power, one could not even get started.

Especially since this book was filled with instructions on how to ’gather blood’ in the hands, as if wanting to spoon-feed it entirely to a ’beginner.’

As for ’Spirit Awakening and Condensing Qi,’ the book only had one sentence.

"After Blood Gathering, with Rock Fruit, Spirit Awakening, then Blood Qi forms."

’Rock Fruit...’

Zhang Feng began pondering this medicinal ingredient.

When bidding farewell to Master Zheng earlier, Master Zheng mentioned that this medicine was generally found in the far southern borders.

But it is also a well-known medicine that can heal injuries and cold bones, so it certainly should be found in Lin City, where all the rare treasures of the world gather.

However, like the secret manual, it is also a forbidden drug, very hard to obtain openly.

But compared to blood gathering, buying this thing is much simpler.

As for the most difficult Blood Gathering?

Zhang Feng looked at his arms and then his legs.

Whoosh!

Zhang Feng shook his arms, causing the blood within them to converge.

Bam!

Zhang Feng sank his waist into a horse stance, slightly bending his legs, enabling the convergence of blood in his legs as well.

Zhang Feng, applying present knowledge, used the technique of ’gathering blood and Qi in the palms’ to also gather blood Qi in his arms and legs simultaneously.

’With my ever-changing power, as long as there is a technique as a guide, gathering Qi and blood in the four limbs is as simple as turning one’s hand.

Now it’s just about buying the fruit to see if I can gather Qi and blood in all my limbs.’

Zhang Feng contemplated for a while, then resumed practicing the Blood Gathering technique.

Because Zhang Feng deeply understood, without the fruit, thinking is just thinking; it would be better to practice more and see if he could also break through the Qi and blood in his feet.

Moreover, the practice of Blood Gathering could also enhance the force, making the explosive power upon striking greater.

Except it required a bit of time to gather strength.

Zhang Feng was now thinking of ways to shorten this time.

The way was through more practice, forming muscle memory.

And as he practiced, an odd idea emerged in Zhang Feng’s mind,

’I wonder what the sensation of Spirit Awakening with the Rock Fruit is like.

If I could experience the ’Spirit Awakening sensation,’ I feel I could extrapolate the principles of Spirit Awakening as long as I had enough knowledge in the future.

After all, it’s a skill that humans can cultivate, so there must be a pattern to follow.

Maybe, I won’t need the Rock Fruit, and I could achieve Spirit Awakening in other worlds, or use other analogously potent medicines.’

Zhang Feng contemplated, feeling that the Rock Fruit seemed less like a medicinal ingredient and more like ’new cultivation knowledge.’

It was something that could be ’learned.’

...

Night.

Two eunuchs delivered food.

A dish of steamed fish, a roast chicken, three pounds of braised meat, and half a bear paw.

Rice, in a bucket the size of a soccer ball, half full.

Seeing the food had arrived, Zhang Feng began to eat.

And in these recent years.

Though Zhang Feng hadn’t used medicinal herbs to open his meridians, he had feasted daily on delicacies like bear paws and tiger bones.

His physical strength was well-nourished.

He appeared to weigh 370 pounds, although his physique only weighed 290 pounds.

Moreover, his body was still growing, and Zhang Feng felt he could still eat more.

At 370 pounds, he hadn’t yet reached the limits that his organs and such could bear.

Meanwhile, as Zhang Feng ate, he was also pondering the future.

’Soon I will be practicing Qi Blood Strength, which sounds like a skill of powerful force.’

Zhang Feng mused, biting off the chicken leg, chewing the bone like it was cucumber, with ease.

After a few chews, he swallowed both bone and meat together.

’Since it’s a skill that requires power, more energy is needed, seems like I’ll need more meals.’

Zhang Feng thought to himself as he ate, finishing the grand meal in no time.

Even though the young eunuchs around had grown accustomed to the Seventh Prince’s ’large appetite,’ they were still amazed to see a single person consume dishes that would ordinarily feed a family of five.

"Xiao Wuzi." Seeing that the young eunuchs hadn’t left, Zhang Feng asked the leader, "Is something the matter?"

"Your Highness..." the young eunuch quickly suppressed his amazement, bowed, and reported, "The Empress wishes to see you."

...

Outside the main hall of Changxiang Palace.

Zhang Feng strode up the steps.

"Seventh Prince!" The palace decree, now in her fifties, still warmly supported Zhang Feng.

And she truly was an old nanny now, highly experienced in the palace.

Saying she could call the shots here would be an understatement.

Because now she was almost like Nanny Rong from "My Fair Princess," truly capable of using needles on unfavored concubines.

Upon entering the hall.

"Empress." The palace decree addressed the figure behind the screen, no longer as thin as before, "The Seventh Prince has arrived."

"You may leave." A regal and elegant female voice came from behind the screen.

"Yes."

Then, the palace decree who could needle the concubines, withdrew outside the hall along with the surrounding young palace maids.

"Mother Empress." Zhang Feng saluted, then proactively sat by the tea table to make tea for his mother.

But with a quick glance.

The tea had not been brewed from start to finish, not even the water had been boiled.

Zhang Feng thought for a moment and realized this was his mother’s way of making him stay and chat longer.

Because usually, after paying respects and serving tea, he would quickly slip away.

"Fenger." At this moment, the Empress stepped out from behind the jade screen, her smile now accompanied by noticeable wrinkles, "Tomorrow, you will leave the palace to see your new residence.

Will you often come back to visit your mother in the future?"

"I cannot say." Zhang Feng began to brew tea, "Though I am a prince, I cannot enter and leave the palace at will."

"Not true." The Empress shook her head, sitting opposite Zhang Feng, grasping his sleeve, "A child visiting their mother, according to ancestral rites and laws, is natural and right. Why shouldn’t it be allowed?"

"But in the presence of the sovereign," Zhang Feng replied, "the law prohibits it."

"Why should it?" Usually reasonable, the empress now refused to be so, "How can my Fenger be like the children of other concubines?

How can they even dare to compare themselves to my Fenger?"