Chapter 2: Deadly Skills

The doctor tilted his head and looked at Qin Feng for a while, then suddenly shook his head: "Qin Feng, why do you have to wear such a stern expression all day, making everyone so afraid of you? In fact, I know that you care deeply for each of your soldiers. Others may not know, but I do. After every battle, you feel very sad because of the comrades who have died."

If one were to claim to be the King of Hell of the Death Squad, then Shu the Madman would undoubtedly be the Living Bodhisattva of the Death Squad. With his astonishing medical skills, Shu the Madman quickly realized something was amiss. After treating himself, he locked himself in the large tent for several days and nights of deep contemplation. When he emerged, what he handed to Qin Feng was the very pill that exists now

Qin Feng undoubtedly followed the path of countless individuals who have practiced this skill, but he realized it too late

Over the past three years, the internal energy has indeed become much more stable, but Qin Feng is well aware that this is because the medication from Shu Fengzi has expanded his meridians, allowing him to accommodate more internal energy. Otherwise, with the current internal energy flowing through his original meridians, he would likely have burned himself to death.

Hearing the doctor's angry words, the smile on Qin Feng's face vanished. After a long pause, he said: "If I disperse my energy, I will die even faster. Shu Fengzi, do you know what the consequence would be in the army without strong power?"

At this moment, the unexpected appearance of Shu Fengzi temporarily alleviated the crisis. When this wandering doctor arrived at the Death Squad, he initially thought he was a fraud. However, it didn't take long for Shu Fengzi to earn the respect of everyone in the Death Squad, as no one would dare offend a doctor who could compete with the King of Hell for souls. The reason he came to the Death Squad left Qin Feng astounded, for the notorious reputation of the Death Squad preceded it. He came here simply because it allowed him to conduct his research without restraint. Qin Feng had witnessed this man performing surgeries on living people, and although typically seven or eight out of ten would die, he could still manage to save one or two by sheer luck. Originally, these ten individuals would have certainly perished. As time passed, Shu Fengzi had now managed to save three or four out of ten, and Qin Feng understood what an extraordinary achievement this was.

Thank you for nothing! Shuchang, feeling furious, slammed the curtain and left.

Qin Feng now understands why, since Li Qing, the descendants of the Li family have been unable to master this Hunyuan Divine Skill for a thousand years. It is because those who practiced it undoubtedly died. If only one or two died, it could be attributed to carelessness in training, but the fact that everyone who practiced it died can only indicate that there is a problem with this technique. No one knows why Li Qing was able to succeed while others could not, or it can only be explained by attributing it to the extraordinary talent of this ancient great emperor.

He chose to take medication

The Hunyuan Divine Skill was once renowned as the pinnacle of martial arts in this world. However, since its inception a thousand years ago, only one individual has truly mastered it: Li Qing, the founding monarch of the once most powerful empire, the Tang Dynasty. After Li Qing's death, this skill fell into obscurity, and a millennium later, it was finally forgotten by the world. The illustrious Tang Dynasty, which had endured for a thousand years, underwent a dramatic transformation a century ago. The once-glorious empire faced its demise, usurped by the domestic power broker Cao Wending. A river of blood flowed through the ancient capital Chang'an, and the magnificent Tang palace was reduced to ashes amidst raging flames. Following Li Qing's death, this skill became a mere echo, lost to time, and the once-hidden technique, long forgotten in the palace, vanished without a trace.

Qin Feng was well aware that once the Hunyuan Divine Skill reached the fifth level, his meridians would no longer be able to bear it, and he would end up like those who had practiced this technique before him, dead.

Thank you! Reaching out to grab the bottle, Qin Feng carefully tucked it into his embrace

Do not say these things; you may deceive others, but you cannot deceive me. Before you became the captain of the death squad, the casualty rate was 90%, but during your tenure as captain, the casualty rate has dropped to less than 50%." The doctor responded with a cold smile: "You seem heartless, yet in reality, you are truly compassionate. When Wolf Fang, Leopard, and Little Cat were reassigned, they all came to see me, and they are all immensely grateful to you.

Shuchang shook his head, reached into his bosom, and took out a bottle. "Take it, take it. For every one you eat, you come one step closer to death. Just eat it! The heavens have always been blind; if you expect anything from them, you are truly mistaken about the kind of person they are."

The Hunyuan Divine Skill is extraordinarily powerful and can be mastered quickly, with rapid progress. Qin Feng began practicing this skill at the age of 10 and, by the age of 16, had already broken through to the third level of mastery. However, at this point, Qin Feng also realized something was amiss; the internal energy within him surged like flames, as if countless fires were burning inside, and only through slaughter could he forcefully calm it down and find peace. This was also the reason why Qin Feng enlisted in the military, choosing to join the western border troops, as the conflict between the Southern Chu and the Western Qin had persisted for over a hundred years, with no end in sight. It was only within the military that slaughter was deemed lawful.

Qin Feng sneered coldly: "Is that so? I care about them not dying sooner? Anyway, those who come to my camp are basically as good as dead."

"Living a mundane and unremarkable life is not as good as being dead." Qin Feng lowered his eyelids, "Perhaps heaven will show me favor and provide me with another path."

"Nonsense, a bunch of ingrates. I finally managed to gather a few helpers, and they all run away faster than rabbits." Qin Feng snatched the oil paper bag from the doctor's side, tore it open in a few swift motions, and inside was a roasted chicken, golden and crispy. The doctor was never short of good food, and everyone in the camp was trying to curry favor with him

Qin Feng, there is not only one path in this world. After the mission is over, I will take you away from the army. What is it that cannot sustain a lifetime? You are my only friend in this world, and I do not want you to die

Qin Feng was taken aback for a moment, then stuffed the chicken leg back into his mouth, "Is that so? Is there anything that can be accomplished?"

The doctor burst into laughter: "Qin Feng, you say I am crazy, but in my view, you are the real madman. Don't think I don't know how Wolf Fang and the other three were transferred; it was you who went to the commander to have them moved. You pity them and don't want them to die in the death squad. Don't look at me like that; who am I? I am the renowned divine doctor of the Western Route Army. Is there anything you want to know that I cannot find out? Is there anything you wish to do that I cannot accomplish?"

Only Qin Feng remained in the large tent, and the smile on his face gradually faded. How could he not realize that with each deeper level of this skill he practiced, he was taking another step toward a dead end, yet he could not refrain from practicing, nor could he avoid it.

Qin Feng laughed heartily: "Seeing you eat the turtle, I am very happy"

The Tang Empire, after this dramatic change, was also divided into four countries: Western Qin, Southern Chu, Northern Yue, and Eastern Qi, which inherited the vast majority of the Tang territory under the Cao family.

Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and nobility are in the hands of heaven. I cannot disperse my power; once I do, I will become a useless person, with no chance of rising again. This battle is very likely to erupt on the battlefield, didn't you say last time that you refined another bottle of that medicine for me

However, the expansion of meridians is always limited. Ultimately, one will end up being burned to death if a solution is not found beforehand. Yet, even the madman Shu has said that there is no way out; can I really find a solution in the little time that remains?

He can expand your meridians and buy you a little time, but at the same time, it is also a poison that will make your future outbreaks even more severe than before. There is only one method to cure your problem, which is to disperse the energy! This was the solution thought of by Shu Fengzi, but Qin Feng resolutely refused.

The doctor was in high spirits and was about to boast a little more when suddenly his expression fell sharply: "Indeed, there is one thing—the hidden dangers of that damned internal martial arts you practice. I truly cannot think of any way to resolve it. Where did you get this internal martial arts technique? Damn it, it is indeed domineering and powerful, and the progress in practice is astonishingly rapid, leaving people dumbfounded. However, no matter what martial arts it is, there must be a balance of yin and yang, a harmony of water and fire. How can one go to such an extreme? I, Shu, have seen much in my time, yet I have never encountered such a technique. This is purely something that harms people."

The Hunyuan Divine Skill, when one begins to practice it, is destined to become one's own nightmare. However, how could one know that this would be the outcome when starting to practice it?

The doctor suddenly became angry, abruptly reaching out to snatch the remaining roast chicken from Qin Feng's hand and began to gnaw at it recklessly: "Hmph, are you happy? Qin Feng, I must warn you, you better give up immediately and stop practicing. While your skills are still shallow, I can still save you, but if you continue, I will have no way to help you. In the end, you will truly experience internal fire overflowing. Do you know the terrifying consequences of that? You will burn from the inside out, and it will kill you alive."

In fact, it was not long before Qin Feng realized that this was merely a case of drinking poison to quench thirst. While slaughter could quell the unrest of his internal energy, it would also accelerate the cultivation of the Hunyuan Divine Skill. After six years in the Death Squad, he had rapidly broken through to the fourth level of the Hunyuan Divine Skill. This left Qin Feng in a state of terror and unease, as he found himself trapped in a vicious cycle: if he did not engage in slaughter, his internal energy would rebel, but if he continued to fight, it would only strengthen this restless internal energy.

Qin Feng voluntarily signed up for the Death Squad. Over the course of six years, through his killings and ferocity, he not only instilled fear in the enemy but also made his fellow comrades in the Death Squad tremble with fear. The members of the Death Squad have changed from generation to generation, and the veterans who were present when Qin Feng joined the squad are now few and far between. However, the infamous reputation of Qin Feng has been passed down from soldier to soldier, generation after generation.

Shu Chang sighed and said, "Qin Feng, I do not know what you truly intend to do, but you must understand that life is the most precious thing; without life, you have nothing at all"