Chapter 46: Qi Blood Needle
Chapter 46: Chapter 46: Qi Blood Needle
Fang Chen looked at Tianlang, who didn’t even dare to breathe too loudly, and asked with a hint of probing in his tone, "You seem to be very afraid of me? I remember you are also a fighter at Geta. We haven’t fought before, have we?"
Tianlang buried his head even lower and quickly replied, "Yes, yes, yes! Although Mr. Feng only made a move twice at the Geta Club, I was lucky enough to see them both! Your strength is absolutely beyond comparison for someone like me!" He swallowed hard, his voice tight. "That Iron Hand you defeated before... I... I know I’m no match for him, so naturally, it’s even more impossible for me to be a match for you, sir! Sir, you see..."
Fang Chen nodded thoughtfully. "Oh, right, right, I have some impression of that. You seemed to have fought that... what hand before?"
"Thunderbolt Hand!" Tianlang quickly chimed in.
"Right, I remember now," Fang Chen said, as if just recalling the matter. He changed the subject, his gaze sweeping over the corpses scattered across the ground, and spoke in a flat tone, "It’s just that, with so many people dead here, if you were to go to the Martial Arts Association and claim I did this, it would inevitably cause some trouble. It would be a bit difficult to handle..."
Tianlang’s heart skipped a beat, immediately realizing that the other party was trying to extort him for benefits! He hastily took out the envelope from his chest pocket—the one originally containing Fifteen Thousand Yuan—and offered it with both hands. "No! Absolutely not! Please see clearly, Mr. Feng! Here is Fifteen Thousand Yuan. It was given to me by this bunch of scumbags, and I’m returning it to you in full!"
Fang Chen glanced at it but didn’t take it. He chuckled lightly. "Heh, is my life only worth Fifteen Thousand Yuan?" As he spoke, he casually rolled his wrists.
Cold sweat instantly poured down Tianlang’s face. "Of course not! Please calm your anger, Mr. Feng!" Steeling his resolve, he continued, "I... I still have some superficial Martial Arts Secret Manuals on me. The original copies were lost long ago, but I can recite the mantra and heart method for you!"
Without waiting for Fang Chen’s response, he immediately rattled off the mantra and heart method, as well as the Qi Circulation Route, for two Cultivation Techniques with practiced fluency.
Upon hearing them, Fang Chen knew they were the kind of cheap, run-of-the-mill goods that could be bought in any bookstore. Such ordinary-level Martial Skills were of little use to him, and a look of dissatisfaction appeared on his face.
Seeing this, Tianlang knew that he wouldn’t get away without paying a heavy price. Gritting his teeth as if making a difficult decision, he carefully took out a sealed, transparent syringe about the thickness of a thumb from his inner pocket.
Inside the syringe was a slightly viscous, gray liquid.
"Mr. Feng... please... please take a look at this."
Fang Chen’s gaze focused. "What is this?"
Tianlang lowered his voice, offering it up as if presenting a treasure. "This is a Qi Blood Needle!"
"A Qi Blood Needle?"
"Yes! This gray one is a first-grade Qi Blood Needle, specifically meant for Martial Artists in the True Martial Realm! It can directly increase one’s Qi and Blood Value!" Tianlang explained. "I also just got my hands on it. I originally planned to use it myself, but since I’ve been injured recently, the effects wouldn’t be optimal. I wanted to wait until my condition improved. Having the fortune to meet you today, Mr. Feng, I’d like to present it to you!"
Fang Chen took the syringe. It felt slightly cool to the touch. He quietly channeled a sliver of True Qi into the syringe while extending a slight Perception with his Spiritual Power.
Inside, it was indeed incredibly pure Life Energy, condensed and gentle, completely free of any toxins or impurities.
Tianlang continued to explain, "The usage of this Qi Blood Needle is very simple. You just need to find a vein and inject it, then circulate your Cultivation Technique for one Circulation. The medicinal power will naturally dissolve and be absorbed, and your Qi and Blood Value will increase afterward. However..." He thought for a moment before adding, "Qi Blood Needles have a drug resistance effect. Within each Great Realm, the first needle provides the best results. It’s said that it can increase your Qi and Blood Value by 8 to 10 points! The effect of the second needle is halved, and by the time you use the fourth needle, it will have almost no effect at all."
"Such a thing exists?" Fang Chen’s heart stirred slightly. "Where are these Qi Blood Needles sold?"
Tianlang shook his head. "We don’t have this in Jinchuan City. You can only buy it in tier-three or larger cities, at specialized Martial Artist pharmacies or through official channels. The children of wealthy and powerful families often rely on this in the early stages of their cultivation to lay a solid foundation."
He supplemented, "Not only are there Qi Blood Needles, but there are also Realm-Breaking Pills! They can be used once per Great Realm to elevate one’s cultivation level, though they cannot be used to break through to the next realm. For instance, consuming a Realm-Breaking Pill meant for the True Martial Realm will boost you from the early stage to nearly the middle stage."
Fang Chen quickly calculated in his mind, "There’s such good stuff? As long as I find a pharmacy, I can use Time Stop to just inject all the medicine for this stage and solidify my foundation to the absolute limit!
"The Cultivation Techniques for the High Martial Realm are strictly controlled. I only know they are distributed in universities, but as to where they’re exactly hidden, there’s not a whisper of news on the outside. I wonder if the Martial Arts Association can find them...
"But there’s no need to rush right now. If I go to the Martial Arts Academy and just inexplicably advance to the High Martial Realm, it’ll be troublesome to explain if someone asks."
He weighed the Qi Blood Needle in his hand, thinking, "Having this single dose of Qi Blood Needle right now is perfect. Since I can use Time Stop to repeatedly refresh it, there’s no difference between one needle and ten needles. It won’t be too late to go to other big cities to pop pills and take injections after I break through."
Seeing that a hint of satisfaction had finally appeared on Fang Chen’s face, Tianlang felt slightly relieved and quickly added, "This Qi Blood Needle costs twenty thousand yuan a pop even in tier-two cities! As you know, it’s incredibly dangerous to leave the city in this day and age. If it’s transferred to the black market in Jinchuan City, you wouldn’t be able to buy it for less than a hundred thousand. It was... a friend of mine from out of town... uh..."
Fang Chen waved his hand, interrupting his evasive stammering. "If you stole it, just say you stole it. It doesn’t matter. I’m very satisfied with this item. You may go."
Tianlang felt as if he had been granted absolute pardon, hardly daring to believe his ears. "Ah? Mr. Feng, I..."
He wanted to say some words of loyalty, but his legs had already honestly begun to shuffle backward.
"Thank you, Mr. Feng! Thank you! If you have any orders in the future, I will definitely serve you!" he exclaimed, quickening his backward pace as he spoke.
Fang Chen faintly spat out two words, "Get lost."
Tianlang immediately turned around and bolted, only wanting to leave as quickly as possible.
However, just as he turned and ran less than five steps away—
Fang Chen bent down, pulled a small knife from Cao Xu’s corpse at his feet, and gripped it between his fingers.
Finger-Tapping Divine Techniques!
SWISH!
The ear-piercing sound of something tearing through the air rang out once more!
The small knife transformed into a streak of cold light, far exceeding the speed of Tianlang’s escape. It shot accurately into his back, Piercing straight through his heart!
SQUELCH!
Tianlang’s forward-rushing figure abruptly stiffened. He struggled to look down, seeing the blood-stained tip of a knife protruding from his chest. His eyes were filled with unbelievable shock and despair.
"Feng Yuxiu... you!!!"
He hoarsely squeezed out a few words before collapsing to the ground. He twitched twice and then grew completely still.
Fang Chen looked at Tianlang’s corpse, his tone icy. "Even though Zhao Tianxiong said he would settle any troubles for me... with so many people dead, I still prefer that you die along with them.
"With a person like you... I really couldn’t put my mind at ease."