Chapter 16 Calm Days

The following days were still very peaceful.

An Qisheng practiced his fist techniques every day, taught his disciples, decocted medicinal liquids, refined pills, circulated his Qi and blood, nourished his inner strength, held his Holy Embryo...

The days passed uneventfully, seemingly without any ripples.

The only unexpected thing was that Jiang Tingting, who was almost ten years old, still hadn't developed any inner strength, and hadn't sensed any Qi within her body.

An Qisheng comforted her kindly, but had no intention of helping her.

Although it was just a matter of lifting a hand for him, he absolutely couldn't do anything that would be like pulling up seedlings to help them grow.

And once he had cultivated inner strength, Zhang Haohao's heart was no longer on fist techniques. An Qisheng had said it several times, and although he listened and practiced diligently, his heart had already shifted to the cultivation of inner strength.

Naturally, Jiang Tingting surpassed him in the progress of Neijia Quan, but it wasn't that Jiang Tingting had made any progress in Neijia Quan.

After this period of observation, An Qisheng had to admit that his little female disciple was indeed a rare and incredible... 'good-for-nothing'.

And that 'Tianyi Pearl' gave him a great surprise.

Although the purified inner strength was much thinner, the progress of its fusion with the body was greatly accelerated. Gradually, it had penetrated deep into the bone marrow and was approaching the great gate of blood exchange.

Once the seed of true Qi was condensed through blood exchange, one would have stepped into the upper three ranks.

In the Great Feng Dynasty, one would already be qualified to open up a small sect or gang.

As the inner strength gradually deepened.

An Qisheng also increasingly understood the difference between Neijia Quan and the martial arts of this world. Neijia Quan strengthens the body by tempering the flesh and circulating Qi and blood, breaking through the limits of the human body, while the martial arts of Jiu Fu World are different.

The process of inner strength merging with the body will certainly enhance the physique and greatly increase strength, but the focus is still on inner strength.

Inner strength travels through the meridians, penetrates into the bone marrow, and reaches the whole body. Every move and style has the blessing of inner strength. Compared with pure physical strength, it is naturally much stronger.

In this world, martial arts, whether it is swordsmanship, saber techniques, Qinggong or Heng Lian (external martial arts focusing on toughening the body), are all closely related to inner strength.

For An Qisheng, however, it was not so.

During the process of 'embracing the Holy Embryo', he had not stopped the circulation of inner strength. On the contrary, as the process of 'embracing the Holy Embryo' progressed, the combination of inner strength and the body became faster, and the circulation of inner strength became even faster.

Because the physical adjustment in the process of 'embracing the Holy Embryo' is a transformation towards perfection.

In other words, 'aptitude' is improved.

While promoting the process of 'embracing the Holy Embryo', the physique is even further improved under the state of Baodan!

Combining the two, although 'embracing the Holy Embryo' had not yet ended, An Qisheng's physique had already surpassed the powerhouses of the Xuanxing Baodan realm.

And the fusion of inner strength with blood, the hundred-day blood exchange stage, is the greatest improvement and sublimation of the physique under the Qi Vessel.

"Huff!"

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes. His abdomen wriggled, and a stream of Qi rose section by section, expelled from his body, carrying a trace of fishy stench.

This was the residual medicinal poison left over from the pills he had swallowed in recent days.

Medicine is three parts poison. Not all ingredients can be absorbed by the body. Once the pill realm is achieved, with a slight movement, he can expel all the medicinal poison from his body.

Pushing open the door.

In the courtyard, the little fellow whose spirit was obviously different was still standing in a stance with a serious face.

Jiang Tingting was focused. The fact that her senior brother had cultivated inner strength had obviously stimulated her, and she had been practicing very diligently these days.

Zhang Haohao was also working hard, he had already entered the door of his boy's skill, could he still be surpassed by his junior sister?

"Practice hard, I won't be back today."

An Qisheng nodded slightly, gave an order, and pushed the door out.

The cold winter had not yet passed. Although it had not snowed, the weather was still cold, and there were not many pedestrians.

An Qisheng walked on the street, his expression slightly moved.

The atmosphere in Nanliang City had been very good these days, because of the presence of those Six Doors constables, there were fewer petty thefts than usual.

In a dark alley, An Qisheng shook his body, and his figure immediately rose half a foot, and his thin body instantly became full, full of vitality.

After Baodan, temporarily changing his body shape and height was no longer a problem for him.

If he didn't think it was necessary, in addition to his newly grown teeth, he could turn his white hair into black.

Taking out a cloak that he had prepared long ago and putting it on, he slowly walked out of the street and walked into the weapon shop with familiarity.

"This hero, you're here?"

The shopkeeper greeted him with a smile, looking at An Qisheng as if he had seen the God of Wealth.

Even though he had seen him twice, he did not know that this burly man was the old Taoist priest who had come to him to sell a knife before.

"Is the thing done?"

An Qisheng glanced at him.

There was a reason why his attitude was good. After returning to the city last time, he had spent a lot of money in this weapon shop to customize a weapon.

"It's done, it's done. Because of your request, all the blacksmiths in my shop have been mobilized, and they have been working day and night to build it..."

The shopkeeper talked non-stop, leading An Qisheng into the inner courtyard.

Behind the weapon shop, there were weapon furnaces emitting rolling heat waves, and strong men were hammering iron blocks while sweating profusely.

A truly primitive forging method.

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly.

However, although the method is primitive, the quality of these weapons made of cold iron and meteorite iron naturally containing spiritual energy is obviously better than that of Xuanxing ironware.

"Hero, please wait a moment."

The shopkeeper poured a cup of tea for An Qisheng, turned around and walked into the courtyard, shouting a few times.

Two burly men walked out.

The two men carried a dark spear and slowly walked into the house.

The spear was the same color throughout, and was twelve feet long. It seemed extremely heavy, and the expressions of the two strong men carrying it were not easy.

"This hero, according to your instructions, this spear is twelve feet long, not a point more or a point less, weighing three hundred and sixty-five pounds, not a hair more or a hair less. It is made of the most resilient cold iron. The cold iron alone is worth three hundred and sixty taels of gold!

One pound of cold iron is one tael of gold. You can ask anywhere else, and there will be absolutely no falsehood..."

The shopkeeper directed the two strong men to put down the spear:

"Our masters have built it according to the legendary appearance of the celestial divine weapon Dayu Spear. It is definitely a fine product, a top-quality spear!

Four hundred taels of gold is definitely worth the money. We only earn a little hard-earned money."

Hu~

An Qisheng did not answer. He tapped his foot lightly, and the spear not far in front of him suddenly bounced up and was held in his palm.

The spear was twelve feet long and as thick as a wrist. The whole body was covered with fine patterns. The only strange thing was that it had not been sharpened.

This was what An Qisheng had specifically ordered.

The sharpening, of course, should be done by himself.

Buzz~

With a gentle shake, the spear bounced like a dragon dancing, and the buzzing sound was loud, causing the shopkeeper to stagger.

The shopkeeper and the two strong men who carried the weapon were all taken aback.

They had been in this business for many years, so they naturally knew that being able to lift this weight was nothing. To be able to use this weapon, one's strength must be more than ten times the weight of the weapon.

This is definitely a master!

"Good spear."

An Qisheng only felt that it was cool to the touch, and the gun had excellent toughness. With a slight shake, the strength reached everywhere, as if it were an extension of his hands and feet.

It is naturally a good spear.

Four hundred taels of gold was already one-third of the Zhao family's accumulated gold and silver, nicknamed the half-city family of Nanliang. Now An Qisheng has all of it in his hands.

Calculated by the price of this world, four hundred taels of gold is enough to invite 100,000 strong men to eat a flowing feast for three days.

Converted to Xuanxing, it is also a cost of more than 60 million Dajuan coins.

At such a high cost, if it is not considered a good gun, he would have torn the shopkeeper in half.

"The hero is really powerful..."

The shopkeeper opened his mouth, but could only exclaim.

"Say it, how much money?"

An Qisheng held the spear, not wanting to let it go.

In his two lives of Bajiquan, he practiced big spears every day. His familiarity with big spears exceeded any weapon. He had not touched a gun for several months, and he now had the urge to practice his spear skills.

With a spear in hand, the feeling of being connected to the heart and veins arises spontaneously.

If he had had a spear in his hand that day, he could have killed Kong San on the spot with just one spear.

"Hero, didn't we agree on four hundred taels of gold?"

The shopkeeper's heart 'thumped'. Could this person be trying to lower the price?

Because of its large output, cold iron is much cheaper than other exotic metals, but it is definitely not a common commodity.

"I'm too lazy to ask whether the cost of materials is 360 taels of gold, but the hard-earned money of forty taels of gold is indeed a bit too much..."

An Qisheng looked at the shopkeeper with a smile that was not a smile.

It is naturally good to have one tael of gold for one pound of cold iron, but those who open weapon shops all year round naturally have their own channels for purchasing goods. He himself does not believe that hundreds of pounds of cold iron cannot be cheaper by one or two cents.

"What the hero said is true."

The shopkeeper wiped his sweat.

How much pressure would it take to have a strong man holding a four-hundred-pound cold iron spear glaring at you?

"I have already paid the material cost. Here are ten taels of gold, which is not for nothing."

An Qisheng put down the gold with a 'thud'.

"Ten taels of gold!"

The shopkeeper's face twitched, and he trembled with heartache: "Hero, your price is too low... How much, can you add a little more?"

"Fifteen taels, no more."

An Qisheng thought for a while, and patted out a gold ingot.

"You..."

After a bargain, twenty taels of gold were put down, and An Qisheng picked out two long swords and walked out of the weapon shop.

The shopkeeper sent him to the door before a smile appeared on his face.

Although this trip did not earn as much as expected, it was the biggest business he had ever done in his life.

"This shopkeeper is not bad. He used cold iron throughout and did not mix other iron materials to deceive me..."

An Qisheng was wearing a cloak and carrying a spear on the long street, and the already small crowd dispersed.

For ordinary people, no martial arts practitioner can be provoked.

Until he walked out of the city gate.

Wang Tou, who was guarding the city gate, flickered his eyes. When An Qisheng's figure had gone far away, he whispered to his subordinates:

"Liuzi, go to the yamen now and find the constables of Six Doors. Just say that a master has left the city..."

After a pause, he added:

"Wearing a cloak, I don't know what he looks like. Just say that he is carrying a black gun and is burly..."