51: Information about Changningfang
Ben Lei Palm Technique (Yellow Rank High Grade, Attributes: Mountain Crushing Fist, Frenzied Strike, Skilled (5/20), Can be upgraded)
Han Yi looked at the line of text on the System panel, a sharp glint occasionally flashing in his eyes.
After being deduced by the System, the Mortal Rank 'Mountain Shattering Fist' and the Yellow Rank Low Grade 'Thunder Palm Technique' had actually evolved into a Yellow Rank High Grade martial art—the Ben Lei Palm Technique!
Moreover, under Han Yi's mental perception, the attributes of the Mountain Crushing Fist, Crushing Stone and Splitting Earth, had merged into the 'Mountain Crushing Fist' attribute under the System's deduction, and its power seemed to have increased by a few points.
As for the new attribute of the 'Thunder Palm Technique', Frenzied Strike.
Han Yi felt that after circulating his energy, the qi and blood between his palms flowed extremely violently, as fierce and powerful as lightning.
"Let's give it a try!" Han Yi's thoughts stirred.
His palms instantly swelled up by a circle, becoming the size of palm-leaf fans, and streaks of blood-red spots appeared on his palms and the backs of his hands.
Han Yi knew this was due to the qi and blood circulating too quickly.
"Hmph!"
Han Yi let out a low shout, his voice deep but full of momentum.
He was shirtless at this moment, facing the stone lock used for training, continuously striking it with his palms.
Although the name of this stone lock contained the word 'stone', its material was a large piece of raw black iron Ore, cut from a single block, making it incredibly hard.
It was over a meter tall and weighed a thousand jin, an astonishing weight. It was a piece of equipment Han Yi had specifically purchased for daily training after breaking through to the Lianxue Stage.
*Crackling sounds*
The first few strikes were only slightly faster and stronger, merely shaking the stone lock continuously and causing a layer of dust to fall.
But strike after strike, each one continuous, gradually, Han Yi's hands were like lightning, leaving only a blur of afterimages.
Stone dust flew, the stone lock shook even more violently, and shallow palm prints began to appear on its surface.
One strike, two strikes, three strikes.......
Gradually, with Han Yi's qi and blood recovery ability as a Lianxue Stage Martial Artist, he felt he was gradually unable to keep up with the qi and blood consumption of each strike. Sweat began to flow down his forehead, and heat slowly steamed from his hair.
But as the qi and blood consumption increased, the palm prints on the stone lock deepened continuously.
The image of the young man continuously striking in his memory overlapped with Han Yi's current state, and Han Yi's palm technique became increasingly fierce.
"Hoh!"
Han Yi let out a loud shout, panting heavily, and delivered the final strike.
*Thud!*
The stone lock was actually pushed back several meters by his strike.
And right in the center of the stone lock, a palm print about an inch deep clearly appeared, and visible palm lines were present at the edges of this mark.
Han Yi's bare hands alone possessed such power. If paired with suitable gloves, the power would likely be even more astonishing.
*Huff, huff*
Han Yi took a few deep breaths, his movements slowing down as he gradually calmed his breathing.
The sweat on his head continuously evaporated, forming a thin, but visible layer of white mist.
Han Yi stood still, his mind racing: This 'Thunder Palm Technique' truly lives up to its name as a Yellow Rank High Grade martial art. With my current Lianxue Stage cultivation, after activating the Frenzied Strike attribute, I can only deliver just over thirty strikes!
After activating the Frenzied Strike attribute, if the power of the first strike is 1 and the consumption is one unit of qi and blood, then the power of the second strike is 2 and the consumption is also two units of qi and blood. Similarly, the qi and blood consumed and the power of each subsequent strike also double!
If I had enough qi and blood to support it, I wonder if I could defeat a Tongmai Stage Martial Master with a single strike... Han Yi mused inwardly.
Let's take a look at my current overall strength!
Han Yi casually glanced at his stats, which had changed from the previous '42~47' to '46~67'.
Although Han Yi's defense stat didn't change much, his attack power upper limit increased significantly!
This level of stats can already rival a Refining Blood Mid Stage Martial Artist.
Moreover, this is just his bare-handed strength. If he were fully equipped, his overall strength would likely change even more!
Should I try using the lanyu sword?
Han Yi suddenly thought of something and retrieved the lanyu sword from inside the house.
*Swish!*
The long sword was unsheathed, its cold light sharp.
Han Yi glanced at his stats again, '46~78'!
"Now, can I go explore the Bureau of Unusual Matters? Coincidentally, my essence energy isn't much either. If there are suitable You missions, I can give it a try."
Han Yi stood thoughtfully in the courtyard.
He remembered that most of the Martial Artists he saw in the Bureau of Unusual Matters last time were in the Refining Blood Early Stage, and their average stats were only between '30~50'.
Since those Martial Artists were capable of dealing with Yins infected by Yin energy, and his current attack upper limit stat had reached 78, it should be more than sufficient.
"It's decided then. First, I'll find a blacksmith to recast the lanyu sword, then purchase a good pair of gloves, and finally go check out the Bureau of Unusual Matters." Han Yi set his goal.
The gloves he had previously exchanged for contribution points in the guard team were poked and damaged by Wu Awei using the lanyu sword, so he urgently needed to replace them. He also wasn't used to using the lanyu sword, so he decided to play it safe and improve his overall strength.
"Shouldn't Senior Brother Pan be here by now?"
Han Yi sat in the courtyard, rested for a while, and looked at the sun. It was almost noon now.
*Knock, knock, knock*
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Sure enough, just as Han Yi thought of it, Pan Sheng came over.
However, why is Senior Brother Pan knocking so gently today? Could it be that a young lady from the 'Drunken Immortal Pavilion' has drained him dry?
An wicked thought surfaced in Han Yi's mind.
"Coming, coming."
He shouted as he walked towards the courtyard gate.
*Creak*
The courtyard gate opened, but there was no one at the entrance.
"Hmm?"
Is someone playing a prank?
This was Han Yi's first reaction.
"Here, here?" Han Yi looked towards the sound.
He saw A Qiu squatting behind the door, waving his small hand at him.
A Qiu was wearing a tattered gray hemp cloth shirt, his small face was dark, but on his dark and thin little face were a pair of large eyes. His dark pupils rolled around like abacus beads, making it unclear what mischievous idea he was cooking up.
"Why are you here?"
Han Yi frowned slightly. Why was A Qiu looking for him?
"Yi-ge'er, didn't you say you'd give me some reward money if I told you something?"
He saw A Qiu saying to him with a grin.
"You, what news do you have?"
Han Yi had just said that casually at the time, and he didn't expect A Qiu to have any major intelligence.
A Qiu lowered his voice and said with a serious expression, "Recently in Changning Ward, quite a few young people have fallen ill with fever!"
".........." Han Yi was somewhat speechless. He shook his head and said, "What kind of news is this? Isn't it normal for people in the ward to get sick?"
"It's different!"
A Qiu's expression became anxious. He said hurriedly, "Xiao He is usually the strongest, but who knew that after he went to 'get' something from a family's courtyard, he kept coughing when he came back."
"Hmm?"
After hearing this, Han Yi fell into thought.