Beside him stood the most beautiful woman of the Extreme Fist Sect, Jia Hong.
At this moment, she was wearing a white long dress, her figure tall and slender, skin like jade, and features stunningly beautiful, the hem of her dress fluttered with the breeze.
Paired with the faint sorrow between her brows, she truly evoked a sense of compassion in others.
Itās no wonder that Sang Peng, who spent all his days in the secluded corner of Pingāan Village, was utterly enchanted.
After seeing the fairy-like Jia Hong, he couldnāt help but compare her to the hometown girls with healthy, wheat-colored skin, straightforward and boisterous.
He felt that in terms of both awareness and appearance, they couldnāt compare to Fairy Jia.
Seeing Lou Yi approaching, Jia Hongās gentle, water-like eyes looked at Sang Peng: "Our leader is here, it should be for you. Young Master Sang, see you tomorrow."
"Sure, sure, you should go back and rest early." Sang Peng said considerately.
As Lou Yi came near, he paid no attention, his eyes fixed dazedly on Jia Hongās back.
Only after her slender figure disappeared into an alley did he reluctantly withdraw his gaze.
"Brother Lou, youāve come." Sang Peng said.
"Brother Sang, could it be youāve taken a fancy to a female disciple of our sect?" Lou Yi joked.
"Ahem, Brother Lou, do you perhaps have a way to bring us together?" Sang Peng looked at Lou Yi with anticipation in his eyes.
"Although I am the sect leader, I generally do not intervene in such personal matters." Lou Yi shook his head, interrupting Sang Pengās fantasy.
He then said seriously, "Today Iāve come to ask for some guidance on the Skin Refining Technique."
"Please speak, Brother Lou."
"I had previously tried to cultivate your Skin Refining Technique. As they say, āstones from other hills may serve to polish oneās jadeā, but I found it had no effect."
"How can that be?" Sang Peng said in surprise, "Didnāt I give you plenty of Blood Circulation Oil?"
Before Lou Yi could explain, Sang Peng suddenly slapped his forehead.
"Oh, I understand now, it must be that your Qi-Blood is too strong, Brother Lou, and the Blood Circulation Oil isnāt effective!"
"Come, Iāll take you to experience the Black Jade Ointment!"
Hearing Sang Peng say this, Lou Yi nodded inwardly.
This kid is really considerate, even coming up with reasons for me.
However, he didnāt like taking advantage of others continuously, so he said, "I plan to reopen the sect in Pingāan Village in a few days, recruiting many disciples."
"Thatās wonderful!" Sang Peng rejoiced greatly.
These outsiders from across the Longjiang River, like Lou Yi, not only had extraordinary strength.
They also possessed another type of martial arts cultivation technique, which was not only astonishingly powerful, but also less harmful to the body, thereby compensating for the shortcomings of the Skin Refining Technique in some aspects.
If such a legacy could be left in Pingāan Village, it would surely elevate the overall strength of the village in the future by a great margin.
He led Lou Yi to a courtyard they had visited before, asking the old man to apply Black Mud on him.
The efficacy of the Black Mud was indeed vastly superior to the red oil.
Even someone as physically strong as Lou Yi could feel the pain like countless ant bites.
After applying the Black Mud, a faintly discernible + symbol finally appeared behind the Skin Refining Technique.
Back in his room, Lou Yi spent three hundred points of energy to advance the Skin Refining Technique to the next level.
Unfamiliar memories appeared in his mind.
Building on the previous memories, he obtained his teacherās true inheritance, allowing him to apply a concoction made from fungi to enhance his physique.
In the blink of an eye, ten years had passed, and his power had greatly increased, his cultivation even surpassing his teacher...
Reflecting in reality, Lou Yiās mastery of the Skin Refining Technique reached a new level, equating him with the self in the memories.
Lou Yi looked at the Attribute Panel:
[Name: Lou Yi]
[Age: 20/96]
[Realm: Seven Blood Warrior (52/600), Leather Martial Artist (0/600)]
[Cultivation Technique: Yellow Extreme Breathing Technique (Stage Two, Great Completion 0/10000+1 Spirit Tempering Flower), Skin Refining Technique (Mastery 0/1000+1 Leech Glue)]
[Skills: Louās Axe Skill (Perfection), Extreme Fist (Great Completion 0/3000), Light Body Technique (Great Completion), Secret Skill: Dragon Piercing Technique - Fragment (One)]
[Magic: Sword Control Technique (Not Initiated)]
[Talents: Petrification (Great Completion 0/10000+1 Ice Soul), Swift (Proficiency 0/100+1 Celestial Silkworm Silk), Disguise (Proficiency 0/300+1 Earth Vein Spirit Marrow), Tenacity (Mastery 0/1000+1 Spirit-devouring Vine), Venom (Initiation 0/20+1 Bone Decay Grass), Control (Initiation 0/20+1 Soul Nourishing Lotus), Fireproof (Initiation 0/30+1 Hundred-Year Phoenix Tree Core), Wind Stabilization (Initiation 0/30+1 Cyan Sky Feather)]
[Energy: 996]
With the Skin Refining Technique at the mastery level, the proficiency of the martial artistās realm could increase by forty points a day.
This meant he could advance to the Stone Skin level in fifteen days.
Surpassing the path ordinary martial artists in Pingāan Village would take three to five years to complete.
He wondered if reaching the Stone Skin realm would bring about some changes in his physical strength?
A trace of anticipation inevitably arose in Lou Yiās heart.
Another four days passed.
The highly revered Immortal Master Xia in Pingāan Village finally emerged from seclusion and extended an invitation to Lou Yi, stating he could meet in the next two days.
Lou Yiās heart was stirred, finally, he could meet this vastly powerful Immortal Master.
He wasted no time and hurried to find Sang Peng.
With Sang Peng and the scarred man Chi Na guiding him, Lou Yi arrived at the outside of a mansion deep within the city.
At the entrance stood a grim-looking, middle-aged brawny man with eyes like a dead fish.
He wore a garment of striped tiger skin, exuding a formidable aura that far surpassed anyone else in the city.
He was none other than Chi Ye, one of the three Black-skinned Martial Artists in Pingāan Village.
Upon seeing Lou Yi, Chi Yeās body tensed, his muscles contracted, and he stared intently at Lou Yi.
His body didnāt budge, as if unwilling to let Lou Yi enter the room easily.
"Whatās wrong, Uncle Ye?" Sang Peng didnāt understand why Chi Ye was acting so cautious, but still explained, "Brother Lou is a good person, he wouldnāt harm the Immortal Master."
"The Immortal Master is highly skilled and wouldnāt fear anyone." Despite saying this, Chi Ye didnāt dare be careless, and added, "Iāll go in with him."
Only those who reached a certain realm could perceive the terrifying presence of Lou Yi, and his Qi-blood was as immense as a vast ocean.
"Alright." Lou Yi had no objections and followed Chi Ye into the house.
"If the Immortal Master is creating talismans, do not make a sound." Chi Ye gave a low warning, his eyes vigilant.
Lou Yi nodded in agreement.
The two of them walked into the house together.
The interior was quite rustic, with simple furnishings.
The floor was covered in natural reddish-brown hard mud, without even paving stones.
The surrounding walls were brushed with simple whitewash, and opposite the door, there hung an ink landscape painting.
On the right, there was an Eight Immortals Table with various talisman papers on it, brushes of different thicknesses, and an inkstone containing a red liquid.
Lou Yi could smell the faint scent of blood coming from the inkstone, likely from some kind of spirit creature.
Beside the table, an elderly man with a head full of white hair was focused intently, wielding a black brush, inscribing on a grey talisman paper.
The tip of the brush emanated a faint red glow.
As the brush moved across the talisman paper, striking red lines appeared, seemingly alive, gently swaying on the talisman paper.
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