Chapter 10 : New Traits

Chapter 10: New Traits

Year 387 of the Great Yu Calendar, August 12 — auspicious for marriage, inauspicious for ground-breaking.

Medical Office Courtyard.

Li Yunqing wore a light purple long dress. Her figure was as nimble as a swallow. She lightly lifted her right leg, her toes tracing an arc before suddenly landing.

“Bang!”

At the instant the stepping sound rang out, her slender and supple waist twisted slightly.

Her body spun sharply, her long hair whipping like a waterfall. Amid the fluttering of her clothes, her right fist shot out like a dragon or serpent emerging from its lair.

“Whoosh!”

Before the sound in the air had even settled, her left foot stepped forward. As her purple dress billowed, another punch broke through the wind.

The Thirty-Six Forms of the Mingyu Fist in her hands became increasingly decisive and fierce.

At times, she moved like pushing a mountain, her fists breaking the long wind, explosive power surging like dragons and serpents rolling.

At times, her posture was light like a crane, her soft body dancing as her fist wind roared.

Every move and form was both agile and powerful.

A rosy flush appeared on her fair face, yet not a trace of sweat could be seen. Her breathing was long and continuous—clearly already extremely proficient, almost instinctive.

“Mingyu Fist Experience +10.”

“Mingyu Fist (Minor Mastery 0/200.)”

“Finally reached Minor Mastery. A strong spirit actually enhances fist technique cultivation as well.”

Withdrawing her fists and standing still, Li Yunqing clearly felt a stream of heat flowing within her body, nourishing her limbs and bones.

With a thought, all her Qi-Blood gathered, already filling her entire right arm.

At that instant, she felt as though a single punch could shatter a mountain.

“With the enhancement of newly born powerful Qi-Blood, this punch should be at least a hundred kilograms, right?”

For the past three days, she had remained in the medical courtyard—sometimes practicing the Mingyu Fist, sometimes studying medical books.

She had almost never stopped. In just three days, she had already cultivated the Mingyu Fist to Minor Mastery.

If not for women being naturally weaker, considering that reaching Great Mastery in fist techniques could yield a thousand kilograms of force, an ordinary martial artist at Minor Mastery would at least have over one hundred fifty kilograms of strength.

“This martial path is truly miraculous!”

Li Yunqing could not help but sigh. In just three days, she had undergone a transformation.

Although her figure had not changed much, she could feel that her physical body had more than doubled in strength.

Last night while bathing, with a slight exertion, the lines of her abdomen became clearly visible. Touching it no longer felt flat as before, but instead defined with contours.

“How strong must those who have reached Great Mastery, generating force and tempering flesh into rank, be?”

Her eyes sparkled with longing.

Strength was the foundation of her control over her own fate.

“I will definitely succeed!”

A trace of determination flashed in her eyes. She turned and walked into the medical office, beginning to flip through medical books again.

Over the past three days, through continuous reading, her progress in medicine and poison was just a step away from reaching proficiency.

Unlike martial arts, these skills that relied on memory and technique improved extremely quickly.

The sun gradually climbed higher, and the tree shadows in the courtyard shortened rapidly.

As noon approached, a line of text flashed in Li Yunqing’s eyes once again.

“Medical and Poison Refinement Experience +23.”

“Medical and Poison Refinement (Proficient 0/500)”

“Medical and Poison Refinement has reached Proficiency. Trait derived: Identifying Medicine by Scent.”

“A new trait actually emerged!”

Her expression brightened with joy. Before she could think further, as she breathed, rich medicinal fragrances rushed into her nose.

“Ginseng, Astragalus, Angelica, Atractylodes, Licorice, Prepared Rehmannia, Salvia…”

Following the scents, she was able to instantly identify all the medicinal ingredients using the knowledge in her mind.

Li Yunqing turned her head toward a nearby room, where Ghost Granny was brewing medicinal soup.

“These are all tonifying herbs… hm? There are also toxic herbs like Aconite and Strychnine—used to balance the medicinal properties.”

In just a moment, she had completely discerned all the ingredients in Ghost Granny’s medicinal soup, even forming an understanding of their properties in her mind.

“This trait is quite useful!”

With this trait, combined with her full knowledge of medicine, herbs, and poison, she no longer worried about being drugged.

With a flicker of her gaze, the panel appeared.

Name: Li Yunqing.

Lifespan: 15/∞

Skills: Zither, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting (Perfection)

Traits: Single-Minded Focus, Vigorous Spirit, Photographic Memory, Natural Spiritual Grace, Eight Tones Enter the Soul, Unparalleled Comprehension.

Mingyu Fist (Minor Mastery 0/200.)

Traits: None.

Frost Sword Art (Initiated 327/500)

Traits: None.

Medical and Poison Refinement (Proficient 0/500)

Traits: Identifying Medicine by Scent.

“Tap, tap, tap…”

At that moment, a series of footsteps suddenly sounded at the entrance of the courtyard.

“Miss, the Master asks you to return.”

Hearing the voice, Li Yunqing raised her head slightly. “Aunt Zhang, did Father say what it’s about?”

This was an old maid from her courtyard, one of the four servants who had accompanied her to the Martial Hall.

“It may be related to the Jiang Family,” Aunt Zhang replied, somewhat uncertain.

“The Jiang Family? The betrothal gifts?”

Li Yunqing frowned slightly, then relaxed. She stood up, bowed slightly to Ghost Granny, and said, “Ghost Granny, I’ll head back first. See you tomorrow!”

“Go on, go on!” Ghost Granny waved her hand with a smile.

Over these past few days, she had seen all of Li Yunqing’s changes.

Diligent, studious, never slacking, and extremely focused.

“That old Liu misjudged for once… hehe!”

Watching Li Yunqing’s departing figure, Ghost Granny chuckled softly.

In three days, she had cultivated the Mingyu Fist to Minor Mastery—her talent surpassed everyone in the Martial Hall.

Even Jiang Yu of the Jiang Family paled in comparison before her.

“The Jiang Family? Could it be they’re planning to finalize the engagement?”

“This girl is calm, outwardly gentle but inwardly resolute, and acts with clear principles. Would she really be willing to be arranged by her family?”

As if thinking of something, the smile on Ghost Granny’s face gradually froze, eventually turning into loneliness.

Her figure slightly hunched, in the quiet courtyard, she seemed like a wandering ghost.

After a long while, a lonely sigh echoed in the courtyard. “If only back then…”

Inner City, Jiang Residence.

“Jiang Yu, hold them!”

The old master of the Jiang Family pointed at a pair of geese in a cage, meticulously cleaned, and said, “They fly south at the autumn equinox and return at the spring equinox. They pair for life and never break their promise.”

“You must personally hand them to the girl you like, using this as a vow—promising to grow old together, never to break your word.”

“The men of my Jiang Family must never break their promises!”

“Yes, Grandfather!”

Jiang Yu bowed solemnly, then walked to the cage and picked up the geese.

Li Yunqing’s delicate and charming face appeared in his mind. Thinking of her stubborn temperament, a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

But when he recalled how she avoided closeness, as if deliberately keeping her distance, unease rose in his heart.

As the direct heir of the Jiang Family, he had seen many daughters of prominent families in Qingzhou City.

Each of them treated him with smiles and warmth; many even hinted at their intentions. Yet he had never felt much toward them.

Instead, it was Li Yunqing—who avoided him—who often appeared in his thoughts.

Dressed in a purple gown, long hair draped over her shoulders, playing the zither under the moon—her music stirring the soul like an unforgettable painting.

Every time he thought of that scene, his heart would stir slightly.

“Go on, go on! I’ll wait for your wedding!”

Seeing Jiang Yu standing tall and elegant, the old master smiled with anticipation.

“Grandfather, I’m leaving!”

Jiang Yu bowed again, then looked at his father. “Father, let’s go!”

With that, Jiang Yu carried the geese and walked ahead.

Behind him stretched a long procession—two people carrying each load, a full thirty loads of gifts.

These were the betrothal gifts.

As soon as they stepped onto the main street, they immediately attracted everyone’s attention.