Blood Ginseng!
This was an extremely precious medicinal ingredient. It was very different from ordinary ginseng. The entire ginseng was blood-red in color, and it looked extremely sparkling and translucent. It also emitted a strong ginseng smell that made people salivate when they smelled it.
The Blood Ginseng's medicinal effects were even more extraordinary than ordinary ginseng. It could strengthen one's blood and Qi, strengthen one's foundation, and even prolong one's life. For warriors, it could even temper their bones and strengthen their body.
Yang Wu had seen a few in the Yang family's treasury. At that time, his father had even told him that when he broke through to the warrior realm, he would bestow one to him.
Yang Wu had never thought that Little Hei would actually be holding a Blood Ginseng in its mouth. Moreover, half of it had already disappeared, leaving only a small portion. This made his heart ache.
Little Hei came in front of Yang Wu and wagged its tail as if it was asking for credit. It signaled for Yang Wu to take the Blood Ginseng from its mouth.
Yang Wu squatted down and carefully took the remaining half of the Blood Ginseng in his hand. Then, he said with great heartache, "Little Hei, oh Little Hei, you're wasting a heavenly treasure like this!"
Although this was only a small Blood Ginseng and was not very old, it was incomparably precious to him. Even a thousand gold pieces would not be able to buy it.
After Little Hei spat out a mouthful of blood, its gaze fell on the Sealing Bead in Yang Wu's hand. Its intelligent canine eyes flashed with a trace of light, and then it barked softly, "Woof, woof!"
It wanted to snatch the Sealing Bead from Yang Wu's hand. Fortunately, Yang Wu's eyes were sharp and his hands were fast. He pulled the Sealing Bead back and said nervously, "Little Hei, don't be rash. This is not edible."
Little Hei barked twice and jumped up twice, wanting to snatch the Sealing Bead from Yang Wu's hand. However, Yang Wu dodged and said, "If it was something else, I could give it to you. This thing is really not edible. It may affect my future."
Little Hei rolled its eyes and walked to a corner in boredom. It turned around, stretched its body, and went to sleep.
Yang Wu ignored Little Hei and looked at the Sealing Bead in his right hand. Then, he looked at the Blood Ginseng in his left hand and smiled happily, "The heavens are really helping me. With these, I won't have to worry about not being able to quickly recover my strength."
Immediately after, Yang Wu put away the Sealing Bead and gently took a bite of the Blood Ginseng. He didn't dare to bite too deeply. This was a great tonic. If he ate too much, he wouldn't be able to digest its medicinal effects. It might even make him weak and waste the medicinal effects.
When this mouthful of Blood Ginseng entered his mouth, a sweet and bitter taste was produced. Strands of medicinal effects began to flow into his body, causing him to immediately feel warm. At the same time, his Dantian immediately produced a sense of hunger. He hurriedly circulated the Supreme Nine Profound Arts and digested this medicinal effect.
Under the circulation of the Profound Art, a lot of medicinal power was guided into the Dantian, and the Dantian seemed to have been hungry for many days. It quickly swallowed these medicinal powers, and in an instant, a pure energy floated out.
When this energy was released, it was as if there was a river flowing in the Twelve Principal Meridians, producing waves of sound. It was like the sound of flowing water, indescribably wonderful.
This was a sign that he had reached the realm of a middle-grade Martial Soldier.
When this energy was reflected, the blood and Qi in Yang Wu's body was nourished, increasing his vitality. This caused his meridians, organs, and bones to be tempered and become much tougher.
Yang Wu could not see this situation. He only felt as if his body was bathing in a hot spring, extremely comfortable.
Not long after, another strange sound came from Yang Wu's body. This strange sound was really like a surging river. Profound Qi circulated between his Dantian and the Twelve Principal Meridians, rippling wave after wave. This Profound Qi was very different from that of an ordinary martial artist. It was much purer and stronger. It was difficult for an ordinary middle-grade Martial Soldier's strength to have such a solid foundation. This might be due to the Peach Stone Dantian.
This time, there were three strange sounds in Yang Wu's body before it stopped. This also meant that his strength had soared from the original four stones to seven stones. He was only three stones away from a high-grade Martial Soldier's strength.
All of this happened within an hour. Yang Wu had already completely refined the medicinal strength of that small mouthful of Blood Ginseng.
The medicinal strength of the Blood Ginseng was more than enough for a warrior to absorb. Yang Wu being able to absorb it so quickly was enough to prove that the Regal Nine Mysteries Formula was no small matter.
If it was another formula, it might not be able to refine the medicinal strength so quickly.
After Yang Wu opened his eyes, his eyes swept away the dispirited state he had been in during this period of time. He became full of vigor and was in high spirits.
Other than that, his eyes and ears became much clearer. This was all due to the breakthrough in realm and the consumption of the Blood Ginseng.
Yang Wu stretched his waist and couldn't help but exclaim softly, "So refreshing!"
At this moment, he felt that his spirit was extremely good. Without thinking, he crawled out of the underground cave. He wanted to cultivate some combat skills and vent his abundant energy.
Just as he crawled out of the underground cave, he discovered that his lower body was like a pillar supporting the sky. It was truly a spectacular sight. He couldn't help but become somewhat shy. He muttered to himself, "This Viscount is valiant, valiant!"
In this damned place, there were no women. Even if there were women, he couldn't vent his sexual desire. He had treasured his virginity for sixteen years and he must give it to his beloved woman. He had always thought of himself as a man of principle.
Even before he was caught, the most he did was to take liberties with the beautiful maidservants. He touched their small hands, patted their perky buttocks, and peeked at their ample breasts. Basically, he didn't do anything too out of line.
Yang Wu looked left and right. He discovered that all the prison slaves had crawled into the underground cave to rest. The prison guards also wouldn't come to patrol. There was no moonlight, so everything was pitch black. It was difficult to see his five fingers. Even if he cultivated here, he shouldn't be discovered. Therefore, he assumed a horse stance, brandished the iron crowbar, and practiced the Rainstorm Spear Technique.
The Rainstorm Spear Technique was an advanced warrior level combat skill. It was divided into five styles.
Before he was imprisoned, Yang Wu had already cultivated these five styles. Moreover, he had at least reached the proficient stage.
Cultivating a martial skill was also divided into four stages: Nuance, Proficiency, Large Success, and Perfection.
Nuance meant that one could understand the movements of the martial skill. One could perform it well, but it would be difficult to release the full power of the martial skill. The Proficiency stage meant that one had grasped the martial skill. The movements would become much more skillful, and one could release a small portion of the martial skill's power. The Large Success stage meant that one had thoroughly grasped the martial skill and had thoroughly integrated the martial skill. As for the Perfection stage, it meant that one could release the martial skill incisively and vividly, and it could even increase one's strength.
Ordinary cultivators were usually able to cultivate their martial techniques to the Minute Subtlety or Spirit Subtlety. Those who were able to reach the Great Accomplishment stage were those with outstanding perception and diligent cultivation. As for the Perfect stage, it was a realm that only those with astonishing perception and the ability to draw inferences from one case could reach.
The same type of combat skill, if one comprehended the different stages, would release different power.
Yang Wu had been practicing the Rainstorm Spear Technique for several years. He had only cultivated these five styles to the Spirit stage. The first two styles were barely squeezed into the Large Success stage. This was already considered quite amazing.
Yang Wu used the iron crowbar as a substitute for a gun and began to brandish it.
Dark clouds covered the sky.
Torrential rain like arrows.
Swift and decisive.
Torrential rain poured down.
Rainbow after the rain.
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