Longevity begins with refining blood essence

Chapter 2 The End of the Universe

Fang Chen spurred his horse and galloped all the way, finally returning to Jianghai City at daybreak.

After verifying his identity and entering the city gate, Fang Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt a sense of security in his heart.

Although the city is not entirely safe, it is much better than outside the city.

He first went to the East Market and sold his horse in exchange for twenty taels of silver.

This thing is too easy to attract people's envy, and it also consumes a lot of fodder to feed. It's a complete burden.

Then he went to the West Market and bought some wine, braised meat and bread, before returning to his home in Jianghai City to comfort himself who had been starving for a long time.

Although he was not rich, he had two old houses in the city, which could shelter him from the wind and rain. After all, he was better off than those homeless refugees.

While enjoying the delicious food, Fang Chen continued to study his method of refining essence and blood.

I had killed the bandits before and gained nearly a hundred points of essence and blood, but I hadn't used them yet. This is just right for strengthening my Tiangang swordsmanship.

With plenty of blood and essence, Fang Chen was particularly willing to use it and directly bet all eighty-nine points of blood.

The light screen appears again.

[In the seventh year, you practiced diligently, and your Tiangang swordsmanship has reached a certain level of success.]

[In the nineteenth year, with your hard work, the Tiangang Sword Skill finally reached perfection.]

[In the thirty-second year, thanks to your tireless efforts, the Tiangang Sword Technique was completely perfected, and you began to try to create a new technique.]

[In the thirty-third year, due to lack of experience, your first innovative practice failed.]

[In the eighty-ninth year, due to lack of experience, your fifty-seventh attempt to create a new skill failed.]

"Grass!"

Fang Chen was so angry that he vomited blood. The last fifty-seven drops of essence and blood were all wasted. Moreover, this thing did not stop. Once it was activated to refine the essence and blood points, all the selected essence and blood points would be consumed.

"When I was able to advance my skills before, it was because of the experience in my mind and the practice that makes perfect. This time I really lost a lot. It seems that if I want to create a new skill in the future, I need to gain enough martial arts insights and skills experience."

At the same time, the terrifying power derived from the martial arts technique also rushed into the body frantically.

This time the energy was no weaker than the first time, and the intense pain almost made people faint.

After the pain passed, strength surged out again, and Fang Chen discovered that there was an invisible energy in his body, flowing through his meridians along with the blood in his body.

"This is... Ling Yuan? I have cultivated Ling Yuan!"

Fang Chen was overjoyed.

According to the original body's memory, only after cultivating spiritual energy can one be said to have truly stepped into the threshold of a warrior!

Many people try to achieve this state throughout their entire lives, but cannot do so. Even if they can achieve it, it takes years or even decades of hard practice.

"My original body practiced martial arts for several years, but I only know a little bit of skills. Now that I have cultivated my spiritual essence, I can easily break the force of thousands of pounds. It is difficult for ordinary martial artists to get close to me."

Increased strength means that he can live better in this world!
"However, my blood essence is still only seven points, and it has not increased. It seems that although the sword technique has strengthened my physique, it has not given me much blood essence to cultivate."

Come to think of it, swordsmanship is a dangerous method. Besides killing people, the rough way of practicing martial arts can also hurt oneself. I still have to find a way to learn a health-preserving method to improve my physical fitness.

Otherwise, you will die young.

In addition, he also needs enough martial arts experience to improve his deductive ability.

Halfway through the meal, there was a sudden noise coming from the house next door.

"Ergou, please stop gambling. We are really out of money at home. Woo woo woo."

"Stop talking nonsense. I'm about to make a fortune. I'm almost there."

"Ergou, our family has been out of food for several days. If you take these copper coins away, my mother and I will have nothing to eat."

"Mom, I'm hungry, woo woo woo."

"Fuck you, you two losers. When I get rich, will I still need to feed you? By that time, I will let you eat meat and fish every day, and you will have more than enough for your whole life." Then there was a round of punching and kicking, and the sound of someone breaking down the door.

Fang Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, shook his head and sighed.

Damn the gambler!
In this kind of world, instead of thinking about earning food for the family, he is still thinking about satisfying his gambling addiction. He is simply a beast.

But this is someone else's family affair, and he is too lazy to get involved. He just needs to mind his own business.

Not long after, just when Fang Chen was about to go out to find a martial arts school to purchase supplies, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Fang Chen opened the door and saw the woman next door, whose face was covered with bruises.

"Sister-in-law Song, what's the matter?"

"Brother Chenchen, can I borrow some money from you? Dong'er hasn't eaten for two days. I will pay you back as soon as I earn money."

"I'm sorry, we don't have any extra food at home."

A gambler's family is a bottomless pit, and Fang Chen doesn't want to waste his money.

Mrs. Song fell to her knees with tears in her eyes.

"Brother Chen, I know you have money. I just saw you buy some wine and meat. I-I don't have any other intentions. I just want a bite to eat so that Dong'er can live longer. As long as you can give me something to eat, I will do anything you ask me to do. Woo woo woo."

Fang Chen sighed, what a damn world.

"Okay, get up. I really don't have any money, but I have some cakes left from the ones I just bought. I'll give them to you."

"Thank you very much."

Fang Chen walked back into the house, took the remaining half of the pancake and the remaining meat on the oil paper, wrapped it up and gave it to Mrs. Song, which made her thank him again and again.

Fang Chen was too lazy to waste too much time with her, so he closed the door and immediately rushed to the nearby martial arts gym.

In the evening, Fang Chen came out of the sixth martial arts gym feeling a little disappointed.

There is no other reason. The tuition of the martial arts school is too expensive. Five taels of silver per month, including martial arts training and food, is really out of reach for ordinary people.

Although he got some silver from the bandits, it was just a temporary solution and was not enough to fill his teeth.

"It seems I have to find a way to support myself first."

After searching the original body's memory, Fang Chen quickly came up with an idea.

Early the next morning, Fang Chen went straight to the county government office.

Before leaving, the government office was recruiting local militiamen, and in order to encourage them to work harder, they wrote a blank check - those who went to participate in the bandit suppression this time would be able to join the government office after the suppression was successful.

Even if one traveled through time, in this world with strict hierarchy, becoming a clerk in a government office with a regular job was a step towards success for poor people.

Fang Chen, who is still very weak at this stage and in urgent need of making a living, is naturally unwilling to give up this iron rice bowl.

The gatekeeper was quite surprised to see his nameplate.

"I didn't expect you to be so lucky that you can come back alive. Of the militiamen who went to Hutou Mountain this time, only one in ten survived. Every day, people come to the government office to mourn, and the county magistrate doesn't even dare to come out on duty."

"I'm luckier."

Fang Chen took back the sign and asked calmly:

"Excuse me, where is the county magistrate?"

"The third room on the left, go in."

"Thank you."

Fang Chen walked into the yamen and came to the county magistrate's office, and vaguely heard a sound coming from inside.

"Old Chen, your family's ancestral jade bracelet"

(End of this chapter)