30: Chapter 3 Oh ho? You can hold on? Then I'll give you even more!

Wisps of green light...

...shot down from the mountain peak.

The Li Clan Members were ecstatic!

The Mountain God has bestowed a blessing again!

Although there was something off about the last blessing.

More or less, everyone had grown some Tiger Fur.

However, there wasn't a hint of fear on anyone's face.

Instead, they were all filled with anticipation.

"I wonder what will happen this time?"

"Last time, Mother Dao Hua's girl grew a tuft of Tiger Fur on her ears."

"That's not all, didn't you see? The character for 'King' faintly appeared on her forehead. How majestic!"

"Li Feipeng and a few other young men had their legs below the knees turn into Tiger Paws."

There was even a fellow who, while sleeping at night, was nearly scared to death by his wife whose head had turned into a tiger's.

"That's just because he's a coward!"

"Right! Exactly!"

By dawn, they had changed back.

It didn't affect anything at all.

A few days later, they didn't even change back at night.

The Mountain God didn't even need to tell them; they could understand it themselves.

The Mountain God is an evil god.

He bestows blessings upon us, and only a few parts of our bodies turn into a tiger's, and they can even dissipate and change back, so what's there to complain about?

By Cultivating the martial Dao and surging their blood Qi, within a few days, they had developed a Sense of Qi.

Combined with the Body Refining Herbs taken from the Li Residence, Flying Peng and his brothers looked like they were about to reach the threshold of a First-Grade Martial Artist.

"And that kid Li Fusun!"

"The Clan Chief always says he's dull-witted and has been stubborn since he was a child."

That kid was thin and dark, not looking like his father at all.

Who would have thought that he would possess such unique talent in Cultivating the martial Dao?

Young Master Zhang said he might advance to become a First-Grade Martial Artist within three months.

Most of the Li Clan Members didn't have much of a concept of what a First-Grade Martial Artist was.

But once they heard that a First-Grade Martial Artist could kill a wolf with their bare hands, they became incredibly excited.

Everyone knew that the pack of wolves they had encountered before hadn't wandered far.

Wild wolves in a pack were difficult to deal with.

Especially since there were many giant wolves, particularly that massive wolf king, which clearly looked like it had Cultivated into a demon.

This pack of wild wolves could come seeking revenge at any time, and everyone felt uneasy and apprehensive whenever they thought about it.

But there was no good way to eliminate this threat.

Now, after Cultivating the martial Dao for only half a month, they could kill a wolf with their bare hands?

Then after a few more months of Cultivation, wouldn't they no longer need to fear the wolf king?

This was simply wonderful!

It was Zhang Qianlü who reminded them that the reason they could progress so quickly was because of the Divine Power bestowed by the Mountain God's blessing.

If they were left to Cultivate on their own, it would likely take a year or half a year, and they might not even achieve what they had now.

Hearing him say this, the Li Clan Members couldn't help but feel a bit discouraged.

Secretly, they all hoped for a day when the Mountain God was in a good mood and would bestow another blessing upon them.

However, they also knew that such things didn't easily happen a second time.

Some also secretly speculated that they were bestowed with Divine Power because the Gu Doll Flying Peng brought back as an offering had pleased the Mountain God.

So they sought out the Old Clan Leader to discuss whether they should find a way to pull off a few more schemes like annexing the Li Residence.

Maybe they could come across treasures like Gu Dolls again.

After being scolded by the Old Clan Leader, no one mentioned it again.

Unexpectedly, just two days after everyone had settled down, the Mountain God's blessing came again!

Everyone felt a scorching aura land on their bodies and begin to circulate.

This was the feeling!

The last time the Mountain God bestowed a blessing, it was just like this!

It would stop after about ten breaths.

But why was it different this time?

Young Master Zhang said one breath is the time it takes for the nose to inhale and exhale completely.

They had already exhaled and inhaled over a dozen times, so why hadn't it ended yet?

Could it be that they were breathing too fast?

Impossible.

In martial Dao Cultivation, the first lesson is Breath Regulation.

Adjusting the inhalation and exhalation, and mobilizing blood Qi with movements to temper oneself.

After these past few days, it had become instinctual; it couldn't be wrong.

Then that means this blessing is longer than the previous one?

And will it also be more than what was given last time?

Thinking of this, many people felt a surge of joy.

The more given, the better!

But a few more breaths passed.

It still hadn't stopped!

Now, the situation was becoming a bit different.

In the span of a few breaths, many people's faces began to turn red, as if they had been drinking.

And they were getting redder and redder.

Faces flushed and necks thickened; the veins on their necks bulged first, and the veins on their foreheads began to throb.

"Ow-yo!"

Finally, Flying Fish couldn't help but cry out.

"What are you shouting for?"

The Old Clan Leader immediately frowned and scolded, "Making such a fuss!"

He was old and his bones were brittle; he had to steady his mind to receive the dharma power bestowed by the Mountain God.

Otherwise, with this pain and itching, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to stop himself from coughing.

Instinct told him that he couldn't cough and couldn't move.

Otherwise, if things went wrong, his bones might crack.

But Flying Fish's shout nearly caused his Qi to go astray.

"Clan Leader, it hurts!"

Flying Fish frowned and said, "It hurts and itches in the joints of my bones!"

"Endure it!" the Old Clan Leader said. "Even the children aren't shouting, why are you?"

Flying Fish didn't dare talk back, but his expression was full of grievance.

Of course the children wouldn't shout.

The green light falling on them was less than that of the older children.

It was the same as the elderly people like the Old Clan Leader.

Pity him, a sixteen-year-old, receiving as much blessing as the adults!

"What kind of face are you making!" Flying Peng, being the eldest brother, raised his foot and kicked him.

This brat!

Wasn't he very happy last time when it was the same?

Now that he can't hold on, he's complaining about being given too much?

Asking for a beating!

"Aiya!" Caught off guard, Flying Fish was kicked and fell forward.

He took the opportunity to lie down and then rolled forward, escaping his brother's range of attack.

How old is he already, and his big brother still kicks his butt whenever he wants!

Away from the Mountain God, indeed no one treats him like an adult!

"Hmm?"

Flying Peng didn't give chase but froze on the spot. Then, as if he had realized something, he asked Zhang Qianlü, "Qianlü, can we Cultivate martial Dao Combat Techniques or Cultivation Techniques right now?"

He also felt that receiving the Mountain God's blessing was becoming somewhat unbearable.

This was related to him being one of the clan members who received the most green light, meaning he received the most Divine Power from the blessing.

Just now, when he kicked Flying Fish, he had unintentionally used a flying kick move from a Combat Technique, and he felt much less uncomfortable.

It seemed that by channeling the Divine Power, it could be dispersed.

This reminded him that Divine Power could originally be used to Cultivate the martial Dao.

He just wasn't certain.

So he asked Zhang Qianlü, who knew the most about Cultivation among them.

"This, I don't know either." Zhang Qianlü shook his head.

In reality, what he knew was only from some books he had read.

He had never even heard of an evil god bestowing Divine Power.

However, he had heard his mother say when he was a child that some demons would impersonate gods and trick believers by saying they would bestow blessings, when in fact they were tricking them into being eaten.

But this clearly wasn't the case right now.

It was more like raising pigs.

Fattening them up before slaughtering them?

But if that were really the case, it would be far too much trouble.

Why not just go and catch those pigs that are already fat?

That would be more in line with an evil god's style.

"Then let me try first." Hearing him say this, Flying Peng hesitated for a moment and then decided to judge for himself.

As he spoke, he assumed a fighting stance.

...

The mountain peak.

"Yo-ho! Smart!"

Feng Yifan, feeling uncomfortably 'stuffed', smiled when he caught sight of this scene.

Thinking of this method to digest 'Divine Power' was very much worth praising.

"Very good, then this seat will give you a little more!"