#66 - Chapter 66 Begins
Having his twin blades in hand, Cheng Feng felt even more confident.
Even the old blacksmith, Liu Tiechui, had said the material of that broken blade was good. Could the quality of the reforged twin blades be any worse?
Hair-splitting sharpness and the ability to cut through iron like mud had already been tested.
They were easy to use, no doubt about it.
Cheng Feng looked at his beloved blades, giving them names. The bright silver blade was named Silver Feather Blade, and the black one was named Dark Night Blade.
Cheng Feng was proficient in basic swordsmanship.
Wielding the two blades was as natural as using his own arms, without any awkwardness.
Grasping the blades in his hands, a fierce aura arose spontaneously.
He felt an urge to chop and slash at something.
Putting aside that strange feeling, he slowly walked home.
Seeing the warm scene of the women at home, Cheng Feng set up tea under the tree and relaxed.
Right now, he just needed to rest and recuperate, allowing his body to adapt to this stage of power.
Cheng Feng clenched his fist. "Hmm, very strong."
Two days passed quickly. Cheng Feng was still a little short of being fully recovered.
However, even so, Cheng Feng felt that he should be quite good compared to the other disciples in the same batch.
He summoned his status panel.
Name: Cheng Feng
Lifespan: 17 (80)
Realm: Blood Refinement Realm
Talent: Abundance of Offspring
Skills: Fishing (Proficient 90/100)
Archery (Beginner 12/100)
Basic Swordsmanship (Proficient 1/200)
Fortune Points: 0
Looking at the two changes on the panel, Cheng Feng pondered.
Practicing martial arts would lengthen his lifespan, which was a good thing.
Cheng Feng didn't dare to hope for immortality or eternal life.
But he also didn't want to die young.
Cheng Feng only hoped to build up his career first.
With the blessing of Fortune Points, Cheng Feng wasn't too worried about his future.
But Basic Swordsmanship (Proficient 1/200)...
The base number had increased, which was very uncomfortable.
Did he have to refine an iron kidney?
Right now, he was young and promising, and his career was just starting.
Martial arts had also made Cheng Feng's originally ordinary appearance and figure more handsome and upright.
The only shortcoming was the source of Fortune Points.
Cheng Feng was also honest this time.
With more attempts, it was inevitable that the women would become pregnant.
Cheng Feng could only spread the circle one by one.
Expanding his harem.
It was possible to reach a true state of "three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines."
Saying those things was too early, but in Qingxi County, Cheng Feng needed silver and strength to build a force to protect his family.
He paid more attention to his family, his women and children, and the upcoming martial arts competition.
After studying the changes on the panel, at least the display of the Blood Refinement Realm gave Cheng Feng some confidence.
He hadn't actually fought against real martial artists.
Cheng Feng liked to use strength against weakness, and to break through with force.
With the panel, this was the most suitable method for Cheng Feng.
Betting big with small was a last resort.
Cheng Feng felt that the panel had already clearly indicated his strengths and weaknesses.
He was also someone who listened to advice.
He wouldn't act impulsively.
The two days quickly passed in self-cultivation and calligraphy practice.
Cheng Feng's stability even made the women at home a little unaccustomed.
But today was the day the martial arts school would accept Cheng Feng as a closed-door disciple.
Getting up early, wearing a brand-new inner disciple robe, carrying the Silver Feather Blade, and putting up his hair, a handsome young man appeared in the bronze mirror.
After eating breakfast made by Chen Min, under the gaze of the women, Cheng Feng went straight to the martial arts school.
Today was a sunny and breezy day, a great day. For the Iron Mountain Martial Arts School, it was an even more special day – the head instructor, Wang Tieshan, was going to take in his closed-door disciple!
Before dawn had even fully broken, the servants in the courtyard began to busily work.
They held brooms and diligently swept every inch of the ground, not letting go of any speck of dust or debris.
At the same time, a faint fragrance permeated the main hall. It turned out that someone had already placed the portrait of the ancestral master on the table and lit a stick of incense to show respect.
As time passed, the sun gradually rose, and more and more people came to the Iron Mountain Martial Arts School.
Among these people were disciples of the school, dressed in uniform practice clothes, looking energetic.
There were also martial artists who had come from other places, or parents bringing their children to apply.
The martial arts school never lacked people who longed for power,
Only lacked the key to open the door to power.
As the time approached noon, the sun became hotter and hotter, and the entire Qingxi County also became lively and extraordinary.
At this moment, the three famous families and the four major gangs in the city sent representatives to observe this grand event.
In addition, the other five martial arts schools also attended - the Reflecting Moon Martial Arts School, the Black Tiger Martial Arts School, the Red Snake Martial Arts School, the Hongshi Martial Arts School, and the Shadowless Martial Arts School, none were absent.
These sects each led six or seven disciples to participate in this grand event, and for a time the scene was magnificent and the noise was deafening.
However, among the many martial artists, the most eye-catching were the female disciples of the Reflecting Moon Martial Arts School.
Each of them had a graceful figure and a beautiful appearance, like blooming flowers, delicate and charming, making people couldn't help but look at them.
Especially the women standing in the front row, even more cold and stunning, attracting countless gazes.
It's not like Cheng Feng hadn't seen beautiful women before, but two of these women were truly captivating, even surpassing Cui'er, who was the most beautiful and had a great figure at home.
Perhaps it was because Cui'er didn't practice martial arts.
Lacking the outgoing temperament of a martial artist.
Cheng Feng followed the direction and glanced over a few more times, looking at these unfamiliar faces, wondering how many would try to test his strength at the ceremony.
