Ian Song was thrown out of Teng's Martial Hall by Hugh Teng, but he wasn't angry at all, because his purpose in coming to the hall had already been achieved. With a thought, his mind entered the System.
Inside, three manuals lay quietly.
One was called Jadebreaker Method, another Pinewood Sword Style, and the last Breezefoot Step.
Jadebreaker Method is an inner-qi cultivation technique, but even at its peak, it only reaches mid-stage Martial Master. Pinewood Sword Style is a sword art with nine forms, and Breezefoot Step is a light-body movement technique.
Although he cultivated inner qi using his revised Tiger-Wolf Boxing, that technique was originally low-grade. Even after his corrections, it only barely reached high-grade status.
As for Jadebreaker Method, it's already a high-grade technique on its own. If he modifies it, there's a chance it could break past high-grade and become a super-grade art.
He found an inn to stay at.
Ian Song only needed half an hour to successfully correct more than ten obscure errors in Jadebreaker Method.
Through the System, he learned that to perfect Jadebreaker Method would require spending two points of Qi Luck.
He didn't feel bad about it, since he'd already found a shortcut to gaining Qi Luck—by killing and seizing it from others. Previously, killing two people had earned him two points of Qi Luck.
There are hundreds of hardened bandits on Black Tiger Ridge. If I wipe them all out, even if each only gives one point of Qi Luck, I could gain several hundred points in total.
"Consume two Qi Luck points to perfect the Jadebreaker Method!"
Half an hour later.
Ian checked his dantian. His inner qi had doubled in volume, and its purity was at least twice that produced by Tiger-Wolf Boxing. The qi now had a pale golden hue and radiated a sharp, piercing quality.
The Jadebreaker Method also came with a set of palm techniques—three moves in total.
Next, he brought out Pinewood Sword Style. To Ian, it was full of flaws. In his previous life, aside from the Pangu Axe, his strongest technique was swordsmanship.
After his corrections, Pinewood Sword Style became a super-peak sword art. He was confident that, using it, he could kill an inner-qi cultivator of the same realm in at most three strikes.
This time, it required three Qi Luck points, but Ian didn't hesitate and fused it directly.
Once fusion was complete, he brought out Breezefoot Step. After correcting it, he used two Qi Luck points to cultivate it to perfection.
He originally had thirteen Qi Luck points. After perfecting these three arts, only six points remained.
Whoosh!
In a blur, Ian Song dashed to the base of the arrow tower in just a breath. The bandit's bow couldn't track him at all.
"Not good!"
The other five bandits realized things were going south and quickly grabbed their bows.
But just as they reached for their weapons, Ian was already bounding up the wall, stepping twice, and landing atop the arrow tower.
Swish, swish, swish!
The six bandits, though panicked, reacted quickly and fired their arrows.
"Die!"
Ian narrowed his eyes, a surge of killing intent flashing within them.
Sssing!
His longsword flashed out like lightning, and his body moved with the breeze, easily dodging all six arrows.
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud!
Blood sprayed everywhere as six heads flew up, and six headless bodies collapsed to the ground.
With a thought,
Ian called up his System interface.
He saw that his Qi Luck had increased by fifteen points.
He didn't know it, but according to fate, one of those bandits was destined to rise with the Black Tiger Ridge chief in a few years and become a deputy general. So just from killing him, Ian gained ten Qi Luck points.
"Keep going!"
Ian leapt down from the crude tower and continued up the mountain.
After about half an hour, Ian finally reached the top of Black Tiger Ridge. Along the way, he took out five more arrow towers, killing all thirty bandits stationed there and earning over fifty Qi Luck points.
At the summit, a sizable stockade came into view.
Four bandits stood guard at the gate.
When they saw Ian approach, the four lazy bandits suddenly tensed up, their expressions turning fierce.
"Kill!"
Ian activated his movement technique at full force. In the blink of an eye, he crossed the ten-plus meters between them. Sword blossoms erupted, blood splattered, and all four bandits clutched their necks before collapsing to the ground.
Clang, clang, clang!
A frantic, rapid drumbeat sounded. A bandit atop a tall tower had spotted the slaughter at the gate and began beating the drum to raise the alarm.
Instantly, bandits from all around the stockade grabbed their weapons and rushed toward the gate.
Seeing this, Ian frowned slightly, but then his expression relaxed. Having them all gather was better—saved him the trouble of hunting them one by one.
Less than five minutes later,
Over five hundred bandits had gathered, all glaring at Ian with murderous intent.
Ian narrowed his eyes, his face growing more serious, but the next moment, killing intent surged within them.
Just then, a burly, full-bearded middle-aged man strode out, dragging a two-meter giant saber. A savage scar ran across his face, and he exuded a brutal aura.
Unless something unexpected happened, this man was Old Blackbeard, the sole chief of Black Tiger Ridge.
Ian called up his System interface.
He saw that his Qi Luck had increased by fifteen points.
He didn't know it, but according to fate, one of those bandits was destined to rise with the Black Tiger Ridge chief in a few years and become a deputy general. So just from killing him, Ian gained ten Qi Luck points.
"Keep going!"
Ian leapt down from the crude tower and continued up the mountain.
After about half an hour, Ian finally reached the top of Black Tiger Ridge. Along the way, he took out five more arrow towers, killing all thirty bandits stationed there and earning over fifty Qi Luck points.
At the summit, a sizable stockade came into view.
Four bandits stood guard at the gate.
When they saw Ian approach, the four lazy bandits suddenly tensed up, their expressions turning fierce.
"Kill!"
Ian activated his movement technique at full force. In the blink of an eye, he crossed the ten-plus meters between them. Sword blossoms erupted, blood splattered, and all four bandits clutched their necks before collapsing to the ground.
Clang, clang, clang!
A frantic, rapid drumbeat sounded. A bandit atop a tall tower had spotted the slaughter at the gate and began beating the drum to raise the alarm.
Instantly, bandits from all around the stockade grabbed their weapons and rushed toward the gate.
Seeing this, Ian frowned slightly, but then his expression relaxed. Having them all gather was better—saved him the trouble of hunting them one by one.
Less than five minutes later,
Over five hundred bandits had gathered, all glaring at Ian with murderous intent.
Ian narrowed his eyes, his face growing more serious, but the next moment, killing intent surged within them.
Just then, a burly, full-bearded middle-aged man strode out, dragging a two-meter giant saber. A savage scar ran across his face, and he exuded a brutal aura.
Unless something unexpected happened, this man was Old Blackbeard, the sole chief of Black Tiger Ridge.