Chapter 004: The Scoundrel

Mu Qingyuan issued a command in a deep voice, momentarily failing to notice that Mu Feng's body was markedly different from usual. As soon as his words fell, a hunting dog, the size of a calf, fiercely lunged forward, driven by its keen sense of smell, plunging into the dense bamboo forest. Behind him, numerous guards pursued like wolves and tigers, exuding a murderous aura

Before consuming the ancestral shaman's essence and becoming a great blood sorcerer, he was frail and sickly, panting even after a few quick steps. Now, his limbs are strong and powerful, his movements swift or slow, flowing like clouds and water, seamless and effortless. The most significant change is in his strength; a single punch can make even a calf spit out three liters of blood.

Recalling the day of the baptism, the lewd groundhog that appeared behind Mu Qingyuan made Mu Feng's face show a hint of disdain. Without saying a word, he sidestepped and passed by, remaining calm and low-key

In a fit of rage, Mu Qingyuan spoke while taking action, wishing to tear Mu Feng into pieces. His first move was a lethal strike, drawing a gleaming dagger aimed at Mu Feng's chest. However, before he could get close, a cloud of sand suddenly rushed towards him. He raised his hand to shield himself, and upon opening his eyes, he saw that Mu Feng, who had been prepared, had already turned and fled, disappearing into a dense bamboo forest

Immovable as a mountain, swift as a fleeing rabbit, consuming like fire, a thousand miles of scorched earth

Mu Qingyuan turned sideways once more, blocking Mu Feng's path and the books.

In the past two days, he has been secretly looking for an opportunity to take action, sending people to keep an eye on Mu Feng's movements. Hard work pays off; now, he has finally waited for a reckless opportunity!

A joke: "People are acting, and heaven is watching. Do you think that in this desolate wilderness, you can do whatever you want without anyone knowing?"

Unable to humiliate, instead harboring resentment in the heart

Chase and capture the lively ones

Breaking through to the realm of mortals, officially stepping into the threshold of cultivation, no longer just a dream

A frail and sickly scholar dares to be so arrogant; it truly seems like a reversal of fortune!

Mu Qingyuan's voice was sharp, filled with both shame and anger, resembling that of an enraged rooster

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle!

Under focused cultivation, gradually, a series of muffled sounds emanated from Mufeng's abdomen

Whoever controls their own breath controls their own body

It is not just an ordinary bull, but the most ferocious and savage wild bull of the plains

At present, what he hates the most is hearing others mention the events of that day’s baptism. At home, the guards and servants do not dare to utter a single word about it, fearing they might touch upon his sore spot! Gritting his teeth, he initially only intended to teach Mufeng a lesson, but now he wishes he could personally tear him to shreds

Mu Feng gradually came to a stop. After a period of arduous training with the *Tujia* book, his limbs felt weak, and large beads of sweat streamed down his face, with a faint pain in his muscles and veins. However, after consuming a few blood beads, a surge of energy coursed through his body, instantly dispelling his fatigue, and his eyes shone with vitality

Desolate mountains and wild ridges, the moon is dark and the wind is high

a worthless person who is sly and cunning

As the abdominal muscles rise and fall dramatically, the sounds from the abdomen become increasingly distinct. Initially, it resembles the sound of frying beans, crisp and subtle; then it takes on a croaking quality, slightly muffled; finally, it crescendos to a sound akin to a cow's mooing, growing ever louder. Before the last echo fades, the next sound follows in quick succession, continuous and unending.

Mu Qingyuan was furious, and his voice carried far away, "Mu Feng, don't let me catch you; otherwise, you will be doomed, absolutely doomed!"

Upon hearing this, Mu Qingyuan, the once domineering and unruly scion, could no longer maintain his composure. His face turned crimson as he exclaimed, "You, go, tear him to pieces!"

In the bamboo forest on the back mountain, he practiced the cultivation mantra silently. With a slight touch of his toes on the ground, he appeared ten steps away in a single leap, swiftly lunging towards a sharpened bamboo stalk. Just as his forehead was about to collide with it, he suddenly halted, executing a swift spin, and kicked a stone on the ground into the air with a single kick of the Mu family fist

Feeling the changes in her body, Mufeng is filled with confidence and anticipation for the future

Although Mu Qingyuan has reached the mid-stage of the Mortal Realm through the cultivation of *Tushu*, it is all achieved by relying on elixirs and miraculous medicines. His innate talent and cultivation level are truly contemptible. For someone like him, surpassing him is merely a matter of time; when that moment comes, it will not be too late to settle the score with him.

Mu Feng let out a cold smile, exuding an air of righteousness. "I have said before, the Mu residence is not the Mu residence of your Mu Qingyuan family. Indeed, your grandfather, the elder who passed down the teachings, holds a high position, but above him is the old family head, and above the old family head, there are also the reclusive grand elders. To slay a direct descendant of the same clan is a capital offense! If the old family head and the grand elders find out, it won't just be you, this worthless rat, who faces severe punishment; even your grandfather, the elder who passed down the teachings, will not escape heavy consequences!"

This is the third day after consuming the ancestral totem's blood pearl

What, who are you calling a rodent, who are you calling useless

Three days ago, Mu Qing was left feeling disgruntled after a setback, which he has been brooding over. How can he maintain his reputation outside if even a frail scholar who cannot cultivate was able to best him?

As long as one can formally cross the threshold of cultivation, the status of oneself and one's mother within the family will be entirely different, with a fixed monthly allowance, eliminating the need for the mother to toil away sewing and washing clothes to supplement the household income

Hello, Mufeng, we meet again

The more the latter is unwilling to cause trouble, the more he is seen as easy to bully. After whistling leisurely, he continued, "So, how shall we settle the score from last time? Will you kneel down and beg for mercy yourself, or shall I help you break your legs? This is a desolate mountain wilderness, with no outsiders, no law enforcement elders, not even a single bird in the sky, and no family law to protect you!"

Breathing using the abdomen instead of the lungs, known as the "three long and one short" method, is also referred to as deep abdominal breathing

In recent days, the recovery of his meridians has accelerated significantly. He believes that it may not be long before he can fully recover, perhaps even surpassing ordinary individuals. At that time, it will be a case of accumulating strength and then making a breakthrough into the realm of mortals!

Looking up, the sky was already dimming, and the setting sun began to descend. Mu Feng turned around and busied himself, picking some common medicinal herbs. A portion was sold to the pharmacies in the city, while another portion was used to prepare medicine for his mother. After about half an hour, he carried the bamboo basket down the mountain. Unexpectedly, not far along the way, a series of urgent dog barks came from ahead, and soon, a group of people emerged to block the path.

With a focused mind and undistracted heart, Mu Feng devoted himself to cultivation. This was a fundamental technique of the Mu residence, most suitable for disciples like him who lacked a solid foundation. Although the techniques involved were limited to a few moves such as punches, elbow strikes, and side kicks, the combination of different techniques should not be underestimated in terms of their power

In just three short days, the rigid and damaged meridians that had persisted for over a decade began to gradually strengthen, and the body was noticeably reinforced. Unconsciously, the body has grown more than an inch taller than before

This is a rare opportunity bestowed upon him by heaven; if he does not take the chance to torment and humiliate Mu Feng, he would be presumptuous to claim the title of the second young master of the Mu family

Mu Qing, who had always been accustomed to arrogance, was furious and seething with rage, vowing that he would not rest until he had torn Mu Feng apart tonight. His hoarse voice echoed back and forth in the valley, lingering in the air.

Is there anything more humiliating and infuriating than being called useless by a frail scholar who has been unable to cultivate since childhood

Like the Mu Family Fist, this is the simplest and most common cultivation method of the Mu residence. When he was young, Mu Feng memorized every phrase of the incantation and every movement, but he felt nothing during the practice. Now, after only three days of cultivation, there are significant reactions within his body, and his strength, speed, and balance are completely different compared to the past

"Born in the Year of the Rat, timid as a mouse, and a useless waste, who else could be such trash but you?" Since there was no way to avoid it, Mufeng simply decided to openly ridicule Mu Qingyuan, venting his anger, while secretly making preparations.

Thunder Sound Bone Refinement

The one at the forefront is none other than Mu Qingyuan, who is dressed in splendid attire and spends his days idly accompanied by a group of bodyguards

As strong as an ox