12: Chapter 12: Having achieved some success in her boxing skills, Bai Yuhe is reluctant to part with her…

"I do not know."

Qin Feng lowered his eyes and shook his head, his voice so calm that not a ripple could be heard.

"You don't know?"

Yang Liu giggled, laughing until she swayed, her chest rising and falling violently, revealing a stunning patch of snow-white skin.

Breathing out like an orchid, she said, "Because you are bold enough, unlike those things that are like dogs. As long as a man dares to think and act, he will naturally succeed! If you don't even dare to express your thoughts, that is what a piece of trash is..."

Qin Feng's Adam's apple bobbed violently, but he didn't respond.

The smile on Yang Liu's lips deepened, her voice lazy yet filled with fatal temptation as she continued, "When you have time, let's find a place where no one else is around to be alone. I will let you understand why I, the Madam, have taken a fancy to you..."

"Go on, pick any Martial Skill on the bookshelf."

After giving the order, Yang Liu walked over to the armchair nearby and sat down, her long, rounded legs crossed. The purple light gauze slid down her calves, revealing a large, dazzling expanse of white skin.

"Since you lack a means of self-defense, I, the Madam, will show mercy today and help you. Leave all the servant coins you have on you, and you can pick whatever you want. I will make up the difference."

A pie falling from the sky?

While Qin Feng was happy, he couldn't help but calculate. Having lived two lifetimes, he knew better than anyone that the gifts fate bestows are already marked with a price in secret.

Especially with a woman as high and mighty as Yang Liu, her investment was definitely meant to extract a hundredfold return from him.

But at this moment, he had neither the qualification nor the reason to refuse!

"Thank you for your grace, Madam!"

Qin Feng cupped his hands in a salute and bowed deeply, then strode toward several rows of dusty, dilapidated bookshelves.

On the wooden shelves sat a mere dozen yellowed booklets, most of which were in tatters. He flipped through them quickly: 《Green Wind Step》, 《Wild Bull Strength》...

Until his gaze landed on an Incomplete Manual covered in cobwebs in the very corner of the bookshelf.

The cover of the booklet had turned black, and one could barely make out three wild, cursive characters on it—Mountain Breaking Fist!

Seemingly noticing Qin Feng's gaze pause, Yang Liu lazily picked up her teacup, took a light sip, and giggled,

"Your eye is quite good. Mountain Breaking Fist focuses on overcoming ten techniques with one force; it is grand and open, rigid and fierce. If you can reach the introductory level, ordinary Mortal fourth-stage experts would not dare to take your punch head-on."

Qin Feng opened the first page and saw the price clearly written there: one hundred and fifty servant coins!

All the assets he had on him added up to only thirty-five coins, not even enough to cover the fraction.

It was perfect; the more expensive it was, the more he would earn.

"This is the one!"

Qin Feng took a deep breath, without the slightest hesitation, grabbed the Mountain Breaking Fist, turned, and walked to Yang Liu. Neither humble nor pushy, he asked,

"It's just that the price..."

"I already said, I will make up what you lack."

Yang Liu set down her teacup, slowly stood up, and walked step by step to Qin Feng.

The distance between them was less than half a foot.

She tilted her head up, her voice lowered extremely low: "However... my money is not so easy to take. You must pay some interest first."

"What interest does the Madam want?" Qin Feng frowned slightly.

A heart-stopping, seductive smile curled the corners of Yang Liu's lips: "Kiss me."

As soon as these words were spoken, the air in the side hall seemed to freeze instantly.

Kissing Steward Wang Taian's woman was a genuine capital offense in Servant District 666!

But looking at the body before him that was like a ripe peach, as well as those teasing eyes, who could resist? In any case, Qin Feng couldn't!

With a ruthless look in his eyes, he suddenly lowered his head and slammed his lips onto her luscious red ones.

"Mmph—"

After leaving the Trading Shop, Qin Feng did not return to the shed. Instead, avoiding everyone's line of sight, he moved like an agile leopard and plunged into the depths of the dense forest on the outskirts of the Luanzang Mountain Range, heading straight for the hidden cave where the spirit tangerine tree was kept.

Only in an absolutely safe place could he Cultivate without any scruples.

Pushing aside the poisonous vines and crawling into the cave, the rich fruity fragrance immediately made one feel refreshed.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged on the damp muddy ground and couldn't wait to open the Incomplete Manual of Mountain Breaking Fist.

The entire book had no flashy Meridian circulation diagrams, only extremely concise and domineering force-exertion techniques.

The fist technique was divided into three Realms: Bone Breaking, Stone Crushing, and Mountain Breaking!

"The first stage, Bone Breaking. With the momentum of waist and stance unified, draw the Qi and blood of the whole body to converge at one point. The punch comes out like a thunderclap; touch the clothing and the bones break!"

Qin Feng softly murmured the incantations from the Secret Manual, frantically simulating the path of force exertion in his mind.

In just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he suddenly opened his eyes and leaped up from the ground.

"Hah!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Feng's legs slammed into the mud, his waist and abdominal muscles tensed instantly like a fully drawn bow. The terrifying power of Qi and blood passed through the spine's Dragon vertebrae, finally converging on his right fist, and he smashed it fiercely toward a piece of blue stone half a person high in front of him!

"Bang!" A dull sound of impact echoed within the cave.

A fine crack immediately appeared on the surface of the blue stone, and his knuckles bled slightly due to the intense recoil force.

"The force is enough, but the explosion of Qi and blood is not concentrated enough!"

Qin Feng ignored the wounds on his hands, took a deep breath, and punched again. Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the dark cave, the dull sound of impact was endless. Punch after punch, muscle tearing after muscle tearing, Qin Feng seemed to have fallen into a state of frantic obsession with martial arts.

Ordinary Menial Laborers could not withstand such high-intensity Cultivation, because once physical strength was exhausted, Qi and blood would dry up, and it could even damage their Foundation.

But Qin Feng was different! Every time he practiced until he was exhausted and his vision went black, he would walk directly to the spirit tangerine tree ripened by the water of maturity, pluck a thirty-year-old spirit tangerine, and chew it up, skin and flesh, before swallowing it.

"Squish—" The abundant Spiritual Qi juice instantly turned into a rolling hot current in his stomach, like sweet rain after a long drought, frantically repairing his torn muscles and replenishing his dried-up Qi and blood!

This was the pleasure of cheating!

With a steady stream of Advanced supplies, Qin Feng's Cultivation progress could simply be described as advancing by leaps and bounds.

In just one afternoon, when he punched out again, accompanied by a slight air explosion, a large corner of the hard blue stone was smashed off!

"The first stage, Bone Breaking, is complete!"

Qin Feng looked at his own fists, which contained explosive power, and a smug, cold smile curled the corners of his lips.

In the following days, Qin Feng lived an extremely regular and oppressive "double life."

During the day, he sneaked into the cave in the Luanzang Mountain Range like a ghost, frantically polishing his Mountain Breaking Fist.

And whenever night fell, he would return on time to the drafty Shed No. 10086 to deal with the dramatic Bai Yuhe.

In the last few days, Bai Yuhe had also been very cooperative, simply treating herself as the most virtuous wife. Every night, she would prepare hot, steaming food and boil water for washing feet...

Every smile, every movement, all revealed a fierceness that wanted to completely drain the man dry.

Of course, the probing also continued.

"Brother Feng, is that place really far?"

"Brother Feng, if we take so many fruits, what if we get spotted by a Middle-tier Servant? Have you found a way out..."

Facing the probing, Qin Feng always used extremely rough actions to shut her mouth, coldly throwing out a sentence: "When the time comes, you will naturally know. We'll talk about it later. Ask less, work more."

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was the day before departure. At dusk, inside the hidden cave in the Luanzang Mountain Range, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it felt as if it were about to drip water.

Qin Feng was shirtless, his muscles like pieces of granite polished to the extreme, blue veins coiling like dragons on his arms and neck.

On the surface of his skin, a faint white mist was rising—the embodiment of Qi and blood burning to the extreme!

"Stone Crushing!" Accompanied by a low roar like a beast, Qin Feng's waist exerted force suddenly, and his whole body ejected like a cannonball, his right fist, wrapped in a piercing sound of breaking air, smashing fiercely into the hardest layer of the cave wall!

"Boom!" A deafening roar! The hard rock wall was actually smashed by a single punch, creating a pit an inch deep, covered in spiderweb-like cracks, with shattered stones flying everywhere like hidden weapons!

Mountain Breaking Fist second stage, Stone Crushing, Major Achievement!

However, an even more ecstatic mutation happened to Qin Feng at this moment!

At the moment he threw that punch, the Qi and blood in his body, which had originally only been surging in his muscles and fascia, suddenly seemed to find a Breakthrough, frantically drilling into the depths of his bone marrow!

"Pop! Crack!" A series of hair-raising bone-popping sounds came from his body one after another.

The sound was not the friction of joints, but the bones undergoing a transformation, shedding their old selves under the tempering of Qi and blood!

There are nine Mortal Realms; the first three are Refining Skin, Refining Meat, and Refining Tendons, collectively known as External Training! And once one crosses into the fourth Realm, it is Qi and blood entering the bones, achieving the Bone Refining Realm! This marks the Martial Artist officially stepping into the threshold of the Middle three Realms!

Intense pain accompanied by a tingling sensation of bone marrow Rebirth swept through his whole body. Qin Feng gritted his teeth and stubbornly withstood the power of the transformation.

A full incense stick's time passed before the popping sounds in his body gradually subsided. He slowly opened his eyes, and a flash of sharp light flickered in the dark cave as if it were tangible.

"Mortal fourth Realm, finally broken through!"

Qin Feng squeezed his fist tightly, feeling the power inside his body that seemed capable of destroying everything, and a grim smile spread across his lips.

In Servant District 666, with the strength of the Mortal fourth Realm, if one had the money to buy a courtyard and spirit fields, and applied to the Management Hall, one would definitely be qualified to become a Middle-tier Servant immediately!

"Chen Xiaodao, Bai Yuhe, I hope tomorrow's treasure hunting trip will give you a big surprise."

Qin Feng picked up his clothes, turned, and strode toward the Servant shed area.

That night. The cold wind was like a knife, whipping up the foul-smelling mud on the ground and slapping it fiercely against the shed's broken wooden door. "Creak—"

Qin Feng pushed open the crumbling wooden door and stepped into Shed No. 10086. As soon as he entered, his footsteps paused slightly...

Tonight, the shed was exceptionally different. The fire was burning very brightly, dispelling the cold in the room.

I don't know where Bai Yuhe got a dilapidated, leg-missing low wooden table, which was now placed squarely in the center of the room.

Even more outrageous was that on the wooden table were two steaming, fragrant dishes! A plate of stir-fried spirit rabbit meat, ruddy in color and glistening with oil; a plate of steamed spirit fish, covered with shredded green onions. Beside it was even a pot of inferior, yet strongly spicy-smelling liquor!

You have to know, in the lower Servant District where human life is like grass, even moldy brown rice is a good thing. This table of food was practically comparable to an emperor's banquet!

And Bai Yuhe by the fire made one's blood boil even more. She had obviously dressed up carefully, wearing a washed-out but extremely tight-fitting embroidered red dudou inside! Outside, she was draped in a layer of coarse, thin-as-cicada-wings gauze, her snow-white skin and voluptuous, provocative curves appearing and disappearing in the flickering firelight.

Her foxy face was lightly made up, making her look even more beautiful.

"Brother Feng, you're back." Hearing the door push open, Bai Yuhe immediately greeted him like a docile kitten.

"Why is it so lavish today?" Qin Feng sat down on a broken wooden stump, legs apart, and asked curiously.

"We are going to get the spirit tangerines tomorrow. As long as we get that huge sum of money, we can completely leave this ghost of a place."

Bai Yuhe smiled like a flower, picked up the old wine pot, and elegantly poured a large bowl of wine for Qin Feng, pouring herself a small cup as well. When pouring the wine, her eyes flickered obscurely, then her eye sockets suddenly turned slightly red, her voice soft and bone-melting, with three parts choked with sobs: "I am happy... but when I think that after tomorrow, I will have to leave the shed that has brought us endless joy, I still feel a little reluctant."

"Are you reluctant to leave here? Or are you reluctant to leave me?" Qin Feng laughed.

Bai Yuhe was stunned by the sudden question, then immediately changed the subject and laughed: "Hurry up and drink, two people are suitable for getting drunk..."