25: Chapter 25 Breakthrough to Martial Artist

Lin Fan took the Wind-Thunder Palm and the rewarded blood qi pills, walking straight toward the school's Cultivation room.

Today was the grand competition, so there were less than half the usual number of people in the Cultivation room, but many were still Cultivating.

Seeing Lin Fan walk in, many people stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

There was awe, envy, and jealousy.

"Teacher Chen, I need a quiet room."

Ignoring the complex gazes of the crowd, Lin Fan walked straight to the duty room at the entrance and spoke to Teacher Chen inside.

Old Man Chen looked up, glanced at him, and said in a flat tone.

"Quiet room number three is empty."

There was no special treatment just because Lin Fan had won first place in the grand competition.

"Thank you, Teacher Chen."

Lin Fan paid the fee and walked quickly toward quiet room number three.

He closed the door and sat down cross-legged.

He was not in a hurry to Cultivate the Wind-Thunder Palm. Instead, he flipped his hand, and two porcelain bottles appeared before him; they contained the ten blood qi pills rewarded for first place in the grand competition and the twenty pills sponsored by the principal.

A total of thirty pills.

Also, there was 900,000 left on the card Han Ming had given him.

These resources were enough for him to attempt a Breakthrough to Martial Artist within a month; perhaps he even had a chance to reach Martial Master.

Lin Fan took a deep breath, took out one blood qi pill, and swallowed it.

As the Medicinal Pill entered his stomach, a wave of warm energy instantly dissolved and flowed along his Meridians to his limbs and bones.

He immediately circulated the Ten Thousand Dao Scripture, guiding this energy to complete a cycle within his body.

One cycle.

Two cycles.

Three cycles.

As the energy of each Medicinal Pill was rapidly refined, Lin Fan could clearly feel his blood qi value steadily climbing.

587... 591... 595...

An ordinary Martial Artist could only refine one or two blood qi pills a day and had to be very careful for fear of their blood qi going out of control. But Lin Fan was Cultivating the immortal-grade Cultivation Technique, the Ten Thousand Dao Scripture, so he had no such concerns.

Once the Medicinal Pill was in his stomach, the energy was rapidly refined and merged into his blood qi.

Ten pills.

Twenty pills.

Twenty-five pills.

Two hours later, only five blood qi pills remained in front of Lin Fan.

And his blood qi value had surged to 712 points!

He had successfully achieved a Breakthrough to Seven-Star Martial Apprentice.

In just two hours, he had refined twenty-five blood qi pills, increased his blood qi by 125 points, and directly achieved a Breakthrough to Seven-Star Martial Apprentice.

This was simply shocking; no one would dare believe it if he told them.

"No, the improvement is too fast. My power isn't fully under control and feels a bit unstable. It seems I need to Cultivate Martial Skills for a while."

Lin Fan opened his eyes, feeling the surging blood qi power within his body. A sharp glint flashed through his eyes, and then he frowned slightly as he spoke.

Lin Fan put away the last five blood qi pills, stood up, and stretched his muscles and bones.

His blood qi was full, and his body was brimming with a sense of power. This feeling of possessing power was just great.

"Next..."

Lin Fan flipped his hand, and a Martial Skill appeared in his hand; it was the Wind-Thunder Palm rewarded by the principal.

Meanwhile, at the same time Lin Fan entered the school's Cultivation room to Cultivate, Han Ming also returned to the Han Family.

"Xiaoming is back!"

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard gate, his mother, Jiang Xuerou, came up to greet him, grabbed his arm, looked him up and down, and her eyes were full of pride.

"As expected of my son, you are already a Three-Star Martial Apprentice, and you even got fourth place in the school's grand competition! You really made me proud!"

Jiang Xuerou could not stop smiling and pulled Han Ming inside.

Along the way, the eyes of the servants and guards in the house looking at Han Ming had changed; it was no longer the perfunctory and helpless look from before, but genuine awe.

An eighteen-year-old Three-Star Martial Apprentice could be considered a minor Genius; perhaps in the future, he could achieve a Breakthrough to Great Martial Master and become a new pillar of the Han Family.

In the main hall, Han Tianxiong sat upright in the main seat. The old man's complexion was much better than it had been a few days ago. Although the Meridians injured by the Grand Elder of the Zhang Family had not fully recovered, he was in high spirits.

The three brothers, Han Yonghui, Second Uncle Han Yongan, and Third Uncle Han Yongfeng, sat on both sides. Second Aunt Zhou Ruolan and Third Aunt Chen Ping were also there. Cousins Han Lei, Han Shanshan, and Han Cheng stood to the side, their eyes filled with admiration as they looked at Han Ming.

"Grandfather, Father, Second Uncle, Third Uncle."

Han Ming greeted them one by one, his attitude respectful.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Han Tianxiong said the word "good" three times in a row, feeling deeply gratified. He looked at Han Ming, his eyes full of satisfaction.

"Xiaoming, you have brought honor to the Han Family today! You are much stronger than your father was back then."

The old man's voice was loud and full of vigor, sweeping away the depression of the past few days.

Han Yonghui's face stiffened upon hearing this, but he quickly relaxed. His son was stronger than him; as a father, he couldn't be happier.

"That's right! An eighteen-year-old Three-Star Martial Apprentice is much stronger than your Second Uncle was back then."

Second Uncle Han Yongan also praised him with a chuckle.

Third Uncle Han Yongfeng rarely smiled, and his gaze towards Han Ming held a bit more scrutiny: "Xiaoming, those two Martial Skills you Cultivated are Yellow Rank High Grade, right? And you have already Cultivated them to the Major Achievement Realm."

As soon as these words were spoken, the main hall went quiet for a moment.

The Han Family only had one Yellow Rank High Grade Martial Skill. Who would have thought that Han Ming had actually Cultivated two, and one of them was even a rare movement Martial Skill.

They were also shocked when they received the news today.

"Yes, they are indeed Yellow Rank High Grade Martial Skills..."

Han Ming nodded. Since he had used them today, he hadn't intended to hide them. He was just about to explain, but the old man waved his hand to stop him.

"That's enough. Everyone has their own secrets. We elders should not pry."

Then he looked at Han Ming and said in a gentle tone:

"Xiaoming, you just need to remember that you are a member of the Han Family, and the Han Family will always be your backing. As for the rest, Grandfather doesn't care, nor do I want to."

Han Ming's heart warmed. He took out the two Martial Skills he had already written down from his bosom and handed them to the old man, saying:

"Thank you, Grandfather. These are the two Yellow Rank High Grade Martial Skills I Cultivated, the Wind Shadow Step and the Mountain Crushing Palm. Now, I am handing them over to the Family."

He had long planned to hand the Martial Skills over to the Family. With these two Yellow Rank High Grade Martial Skills, the combat power of Grandfather and the others could also improve significantly.

"Good, good, good. Grandfather really did not misjudge you."

Han Tianxiong took the two Yellow Rank High Grade Martial Skills that Han Ming handed over, and excitedly said "good" three times.

With these two Martial Skills, the strength of their Han Family would rise to a higher level.

His father and two uncles looked at the Martial Skills in Grandfather's hands, their faces also filled with eagerness.

"Grandfather, Mom and Dad, I will go back to Cultivate first."

Taking advantage of everyone's attention being on the Martial Skills, Han Ming took the opportunity to say goodbye to the elders.

Han Ming returned to his room, closed the door, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Dealing with the elders was simply more tiring than Cultivating.

He was just about to sit cross-legged to Cultivate when the cold notification sound of the System suddenly rang in his mind:

[Ding! Detected that host's disciple, Lin Fan, is Cultivating the Ten Thousand Dao Scripture, refined twenty-five rank 2 blood vitality pills, and his blood qi value has greatly increased!]

[Synchronized feedback: host's blood qi value +125!]

A happy smile appeared on the corner of Han Ming's mouth.

"It really came. As expected of my strongest worker."

A wave of warm Qi surged from his Dantian and instantly flowed through his entire body! That was the power fed back after Lin Fan refined the Medicinal Pill; it was pure and thick, rushing into his blood qi like a breached flood.

Han Ming's blood qi value began to climb crazily!

897... 900...

Instantly achieving a Breakthrough to Nine-Star Martial Apprentice! But this was not the end.

920... 950... 980... 999...

It did not stop increasing until his blood qi value reached 1022 points.

One thousand points!

This is the threshold of a Martial Artist!

Once crossed, one becomes a One-Star Martial Artist!

Han Ming felt as if something in his body had been broken through, and an unprecedented power surged from his limbs and bones. His Meridians had widened by more than double, and the speed of his blood qi circulation was several times faster!

He clenched his fist and could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in his palm.

With one punch, it would have at least 2,000 catties of force! If combined with the Major Achievement Realm of the Mountain Crushing Palm, it could even unleash power of over 10,000 catties!

This is the difference between Cultivating Martial Skills and not Cultivating Martial Skills.

The more Advanced the Martial Skill, the greater the power it exerts, and of course, the harder it is to Cultivate.

[Ding! Host has achieved a Breakthrough to One-Star Martial Artist, disciple recruitment quota +1!]

[Current disciple recruitment quota: 1/2]