[With the belief of moving mountains and filling seas, the dangers of the Blood and Flesh Initial Solution cannot scare you.]
[You begin a frantic cultivation.]
[Day by day, month by month, year after year...]
[In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.]
[Your cultivation of the Blood and Flesh Initial Solution becos increasingly proficient, the cancerous flesh under your skin swells ti and again, only for you to consolidate it over and over. You can feel the power contained in your flesh growing more and more imnse.]
[Nineteen years have passed, and you have continuously practiced the Blood and Flesh Initial Solution. Tonight is the last day of the nineteenth year.]
[You feel you are just a thin mbrane away from breaking through to the Third State, yet you are unable to do it.]
[Defiant of superstition, you decide to take a gamble.]
[Nineteen years of accumulated effort erupts in one morning; you break through the physical limits, blossoming into a horrifying flower of flesh and blood, with five ters around you filled with your wriggling flesh tumors...]
Feng Mu abruptly opens his eyes, his body drenched in cold sweat, as if he had truly experienced a brush with death.
He instinctively touches his body, his head, and looks at his intact clothes and the bed beneath him, while his mind flashes back to that picture of the flower of flesh and blood.jpg.
Feng Mu thought with lingering fear, "Failed?!"
[Blood and Flesh Initial Solution·Second Solution (5000/5000)]
The prompt box in front of him flashes (5000/5000), suddenly dissolving like flowing water, reverting to (1/5000).
[Breakthrough failed!]
[Half of the paynt points are deducted, and half are refunded!]
[Blood and Flesh Initial Solution·Second Solution (1/5000)]
[Remaining General Skill Proficiency 12780]
Feng Mu’s pupils instantly widen, a thousand question marks flashing through his mind: "Failure aside, why is half of the points deducted after failing?"
Feng Mu feels heartbroken to the point of spitting blood, with a burning anger, with an urge to pull the system out of his body and beat it up.
[Feedback on the reason for the failure.....]
[To break through the Blood and Flesh Initial Solution to the Third Solution, the following prerequisites must be t (choose one out of two):
1. Three Martial Arts of the third rank perfected (not achieved)
2. Great Success in Skin Changing (not achieved)]
Feng Mu was startled for a mont, looked down and flipped through the booklet in his hand, confirming there was indeed no ntion of these things.
"So, deducting half of my points isn’t in vain. At least the detection told the reason for the failure, preventing from continuing to go around in circles next ti?"
Thinking this way, Feng Mu ran out to consult his master.
Two minutes later, Feng Mu returned, the answer slightly beyond his expectation, but also reasonable. Even Master Li Guishen seed completely unaware of what prerequisites were needed to break through the Blood and Flesh Initial Solution.
Or perhaps, no one in the Ronggui Sect has noticed this over the years. Those who practiced the Blood and Flesh Initial Solution either broke through naturally and successfully advanced, or died suddenly and unexpectedly.
Those who succeeded in breaking through didn’t see any problem with themselves; those who failed had no chance to tell others why they failed.
Feng Mu thought about it and understood: "This is why the dark path cannot flourish. The small number of people practicing evil skill ans samples are scarce; it’s hard to summarize experiences and lessons like with orthodox martial arts."
"Just like this Blood and Flesh Initial Solution. From ancient tis to now, not even a thousand people might have practiced this evil skill, and that’s even with the Ronggui Sect ancestors leaking the cultivation technique."
"If Ronggui Sect kept a tight seal on its secrecy, then practitioners of this evil skill would be even rarer."
"Expecting these few people to refine every step of advancent in the Blood and Flesh Initial Solution is clearly unrealistic."
Feng Mu squinted slightly, pondering to himself:
"The most crucial thing is how quickly I was able to break through."
"Logically, breaking through from the Second Solution to the Third Solution of the Blood and Flesh Initial Solution should take most cultivators several years."
"During this ti, utilizing this evil skill to practice other martial arts makes it easy for cultivators to unwittingly fulfill the prerequisite conditions for a breakthrough."
Feng Mu understood the cause and effect, realizing it wasn’t his master deliberately setting him up, and his heart settled back in his chest.
Thinking this way, Feng Mu suddenly didn’t feel as badly about the wasted points anymore, even thinking the points were well spent.
"Breakthrough failure → deduction of points → feedback on the reason... isn’t this equivalent to spending points to perfect the cultivation technique comprehensively?"
Feng Mu’s eyes lit up, realizing the hidden value contained within this process, which, if handled properly, could be far greater than so points.
"There are thousands upon thousands of evil skills in this world, mostly with various disadvantages, the biggest being the extrely high risk of sudden death during the advancent process." Feng Mu conceived an idea, "If I can help them advance smoothly, those in the dark path would likely be very willing to offer a high price, perhaps even their lives to ."
Feng Mu took a deep breath, realizing the hidden value of this ability.
He secretly vowed: "No, I must not reveal this ability. At least until I am strong enough, this ability must be hidden and used cautiously, or it would undoubtedly invite calamity if exposed."
Feng Mu sensibly extinguished any wild thoughts, knowing he currently had no space to wield such an ability.
His gaze moved back to the bed, and Feng Mu picked up a few manuals.
These were [Turtle Armor Skin Changing Skill], [Seven Kills Fist], [Soul-Seeking Step], [Senluo Finger].
[Turtle Armor Skin Changing Skill] is a Pile Skill, practice it to perfection, and it directly leads to the first realm of the Old Martial Arts — the Skin Changing Realm, considered within the realm of the fourth-rank martial arts.
The other three martial arts are all third-rank martial arts.
Coincidentally, it just ets the two prerequisite conditions for advancing the Blood and Flesh Initial Solution.
Without further ado, Feng Mu wasted no ti and started practicing, just in ti to test the effects of the Blood and Flesh Initial Solution...
At the sa ti.
In the basent of a slum area in the city.
A Calamity Corpse Sect delivery person, who had been in the area for several years, finally followed so secret signs marked along the way and found this place.
Knock, knock, knock!
The short but rhythmic knocking, alternating between light and heavy, intermittently spread into the house.
After about ten seconds, the basent door opened a crack, revealing a dark face, with bloodshot eyes looking outside.
"It’s , just alone," reported the delivery person, identifying themselves.
Upon entering the house, the delivery person was t with a musty sll in the basent, which covered up the stench in the air.
Taking a quick glance at Dark-skinned Number 2, the latter’s left arm was severed at the root, wrapped in a layer of tattered rags, evidently untreated professionally, with the bandaged wound already festering.
"What happened? Where’s Zhang Hao?" The delivery person frowned, pulling out an injection syringe from their pocket and tossing it over.
Dark-skinned Number 2 took the injection syringe and unhesitatingly jabbed it into their arm.
As the black liquid was pushed into the wound, a circle of black ice shards visibly erged at the wound. From the edges of the rotten flesh, a circle of black buds quickly grew.
The buds contained malford bones, wrapped with vine-like black blood vessels on their surface, rapidly growing and intertwining with each other.
In no ti, a deford arm regrew, indistinguishable between flesh and bone, looking like a twisted churro of bone and muscle.
Dark-skinned Number 2’s half face bulged with veins, clearly enduring imnse pain, slightly clenching his hand, causing slippery pus to seep from his palm.
"The technology for bodily regeneration within the sect is still imperfect. The injection I just gave you is the latest product and can be maintained for a month, though you’ll always feel your arm being crushed. Bear with it."
The delivery person explained briefly, pulling out a sketch portrait from their pocket, slamming it on the table, asking,
"What happened? I saw several wanted posters of you along the way."
Dark-skinned Number 2 endured the excruciating pain, grabbed a stick from the side, scraped off a black, greasy corpses’ coating with his fingernail, and chewed it slowly.
While chewing, he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, scrawled with a line of words in ssy ant-like writing...
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