bookpub Chapter 10: Raging Bull Fist Level Improvement: Great Success!
Chapter 10: Raging Bull Fist Level Improvement: Great Success!
There was a deathly silence on the threshing floor.
Everyone was stunned by the lightning-fast, clean, and decisive slash.
too fast!
So accurate!
Too bad!
That was not something a skinny child could do!
Looking at Zhang Yuan's pale yet unusually calm profile, at the blood-stainless dagger in his hand, and then at the enormous creature lying dead on the ground, a chill mixed with unparalleled awe shot from the soles of each villager's feet to the top of their heads.
After a brief silence, there was a deafening roar of amazement and cheers!
"My God! Just one cut! Just one cut!"
"Amazing! Young Master is truly amazing!"
"What a fast knife! What precise hands!"
"This...this really was done by the young master himself?!"
"The Zhang family...the Zhang family has a worthy successor! Captain Zhang's spirit in heaven blesses them!"
"Young Master Qingyang is mighty!"
All worries and doubts vanished instantly, replaced by utter shock, fervent worship, and heartfelt awe.
Zhang Yuan's slender figure suddenly appeared incredibly tall and imposing in everyone's eyes, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.
Wang Ergou and Li Dachui released their grip, looked at the dead ox, then at Zhang Yuan, their eyes filled with disbelief and lingering fear, before joining the cheering.
Zhang Gu was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down his face, his body trembling. He murmured, "Young Master, Young Master... Master... Can you see? Young Master Qingyang... looks just like you! Just like you!"
Zhang Yuan took a deep breath, suppressing his elation, and handed the dagger to a clever village boy beside him, saying loudly, "Alright, the cow has been slaughtered. Master Gu, please arrange for people to boil water, remove the hair, and butcher the beef immediately."
"Right here in the threshing ground, set up a big pot and boil meat broth! Open the granary and cook thick porridge with rice! All the villagers of Zhangjiazhuang, regardless of age or gender, will have plenty to eat today!"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the other emaciated disaster victims peering out from the edge of their shacks in the distance, and raised his voice: "And those villagers nearby who have suffered from the disaster and run out of food! Today, I, Zhang Qingyang, am here to provide relief; everyone who sees this will receive a share!"
"Come and line up! Get a bowl of hot porridge and a bowl of meat soup! Warm yourselves up and stay alive!"
The sound, like a warm spring breeze, instantly spread throughout the entire settlement.
Those disaster victims who were not from Zhangjiazhuang and who were originally afraid to approach were stunned at first, and then burst into unbelievable joy and tearful cries of gratitude!
"Thank you, Young Master Qingyang!"
"Thank you, young master! Thank you so much for your great kindness!"
"Quick! Get in line! Young Master Zhang is taking pity on us!"
The crowd erupted in cheers!
The threshing ground instantly transformed into a vibrant and hopeful ocean.
The villagers spontaneously began to get busy, some tending fires, some fetching water, some plucking and cutting fur, their movements swift and energetic, their faces beaming with long-lost smiles and hope.
A huge iron pot was set up, firewood crackled, and clear well water was poured into it, quickly creating bubbling white foam.
The cut beef and beef bones were put into the pot.
The rich aroma of meat mingled with the fragrance of rice porridge, filling the air and dispelling the scent of death and despair, stirring everyone's most primal appetite and desire to survive.
The children, as if it were a festival, excitedly ran around the big pot, their little noses sniffing the tempting aroma, their eyes sparkling with a pure longing for food.
They were no longer afraid of the young master who had just slaughtered the bull; instead, they thought of him as a great hero who protected everyone in a story.
Zhang Yuan didn't put on airs. He rolled up his sleeves, took the wooden spoon himself, and stood beside the steaming pot of porridge and the pot of meat.
He skillfully ladled porridge and soup for the long line of villagers and disaster victims.
Looking at those faces, each one wet with tears of excitement and gratitude.
Watching the children hold their scalding bowls, carefully blow on them, and then sip their first mouthful of broth with satisfaction, their eyes light up like stars.
Hearing those heartfelt "Thank you, Young Master Qingyang"s... an unprecedented, warm, and reassuring sense of satisfaction filled his heart.
This is not merely charity, but another manifestation of power.
The setting sun casts a golden glow, and twilight descends.
The oxcart, laden with empty baskets, creaked and groaned along the muddy road, leaving two wet ruts as it rolled over puddles of varying depths.
On the cart shaft, the old servant Zhang Gu drove the old ox, his face beaming with a heartfelt smile of satisfaction that he hadn't seen in many years, even smoothing out the deep wrinkles on his face.
Zhuangzi had long since disappeared into the twilight behind him.
But the rich aroma of meat wafting from the threshing ground, the steaming hot rice porridge, the villagers' heartfelt gratitude, and the children's bright eyes as they held their bowls of hot soup seemed to still linger around the oxcart, dispelling the chill of the journey home.
"Young Master, listen!" Zhang Gu couldn't help but turn his head and excitedly say to Zhang Yuan, who was sitting in the back of the cart, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, "We haven't even entered the city yet! Listen to what the people on the road are talking about!"
The wind did indeed carry intermittent whispers, from the piles of disaster victims resting by the roadside, and from the mouths of hurried pedestrians:
"...Have you heard? The young master from Zhang Family Village who just returned! Captain Zhang's only son!"
"I've not only heard about it! I just came from there! Young Master Qingyang is so kind! He personally brought ten bushels of coarse rice and a large, fat ox to provide disaster relief!"
"Killing a cow with his own hands! My God, that little kid, with just one swift stroke, did it so cleanly! The big, fat cow fell down without even a whimper!"
"Absolutely! Meat and porridge were distributed, everyone who saw it got a share! Many disaster victims who weren't from Zhangjiazhuang were able to eat something hot!"
"May Captain Zhang's spirit live on! The Zhang family has a worthy successor! Such kindness, such courage! Young Master Qingyang, truly remarkable! A kind and courageous young hero!"
"Kind and courageous," "Little hero," "The Zhang family has a worthy successor"...
These words, like warm spring water, washed over Zhang Gu's aged heart again and again.
He felt a warm glow in his chest, as if the loneliness of guarding the empty house and the sorrow of facing the disaster over the years had been rewarded in this moment.
Young Master's actions today not only saved the farmer's life, but also restored immense face for the Zhang family and for the master!
"Young Master, you are truly brilliant!" Zhang Gu couldn't help but exclaim again, his voice filled with pride. "This act of slaughtering a cow to provide disaster relief not only solved the villagers' urgent needs but also enhanced the prestige of the Zhang family. It also demonstrates your compassion, courage, and fortitude! This old servant... this old servant is truly... Master..."
As he finished speaking, his voice choked with emotion—joy, excitement, and a tribute to his departed master.
However, Zhang Yuan, sitting in the back of the truck, seemed to be completely oblivious to Zhang Gu's praise and the discussions outside.
He did not respond to the old servant, but leaned back slightly, closed his eyes, and fell into a strange silence.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on his youthful yet already resolute face, reflecting fine beads of sweat.
His mind was no longer on the bumpy oxcart, the noisy discussions, or even on the twelve years of life he had just gained that were enough to excite him.
His entire spirit was immersed in the surging torrent of blood and qi within his body, like an awakened volcano!
Just as the ecstasy of slaying the bull with a single blow and absorbing its immense life energy, causing his lifespan to surge, had not yet fully subsided, a fist intent originating from the depths of his bloodline, resonating with the black iron armor, exploded in his sea of consciousness like a lit fuse!
【Raging Bull Fist】!
It is no longer a blurry image of inheritance, nor a distant goal that requires ten years of one's lifespan to deduce.
Having endured the fatal blow that required gathering all of one's energy and strength during the slaughter of the ox, and after gaining abundant vitality to replenish the depleted blood and qi, this high-grade mortal-level body-refining fist technique broke through with a natural and gradual breakthrough!
【Ding! 】
[The Wild Bull Fist technique has been upgraded to its highest level!]
[Lifespan Consumption: None (Communication between Heaven and Man, Accumulation of Strength Leads to Unleashed Potential, Naturally Generating New Realms)]
Current remaining lifespan: 15 years and 270 days (excluding 0 years consumed in the calculation)
The cold system notification now sounded like a rousing war drum!
Dacheng realm!
Zhang Yuan clearly "saw" that the burly figure practicing the Wild Bull Fist in his sea of consciousness suddenly solidified and became clear!
It was no longer Zhang Zhenshan's blurry outline, but himself!
A small-statured but taut and imposing "Little Zhang Yuan"!
In the void of his consciousness, "Little Zhang Yuan" began to form a boxing stance, each movement becoming incredibly clear and profound, imprinted deep into his soul.
"boom!"
Lunge and punch!
It's no longer just about throwing a punch; instead, the whole body seems to transform into a taut, powerful bow, with the waist and hips as the axis, the leg power flowing upwards, and the spine like a dragon, with each segment connected!
An overwhelming force took root from the soles of the feet, traveled through the legs, waist, back, and shoulders, and finally condensed at the tip of the fist!
The air seemed to be compressed by this pure force, emitting a muffled groan.
This punch contained the domineering power to shatter mountains and split rocks!
"Thump!"
Horse stance with elbows lowered!
With feet firmly planted on the ground, as stable as a rock.
The elbow slammed down like a heavy hammer, carrying a powerful and unyielding will to crush all obstacles.
It was as if the power of the earth beneath one's feet was being drawn, transmitted through the feet to the upper body, and concentrated at the elbows.
This is not just defense, but the starting point for the accumulation and explosion of power!
"roar!"
A bull butts its horns!
He threw out both fists, like a giant bull raising its head and charging angrily!
The muscles in my shoulders and back bulged like hills and valleys, and my spine made a series of faint "crackling" sounds as if it were under immense pressure. My blood and energy surged wildly to my arms like boiling water!
A fierce, indomitable, and unyielding momentum suddenly erupted!
It's as if there's an impenetrable wall in front of you, yet you still want to smash a hole through it!
Every movement is ten times more complex and intricate than when you first started!
Every exertion of force mobilizes every inch of muscle, bone, and blood in the entire body!
It's no longer just a superficial imitation, but a true understanding of the "intention" and "momentum" in boxing!
The ultimate state is one of complete mastery and integration!
Zhang Yuan clearly felt that the qi and blood in his body, which had been weak and stagnant due to the cold and hunger, were now undergoing tremendous changes under the guidance and tempering of this fist intent!
Qi and blood surge like mercury!
The newly acquired life energy from the strong ox, combined with the accumulated qi and blood driven by the fist intent, merged together, becoming viscous, heavy, and fiery!
They are no longer scattered streams, but like scalding lead and mercury, rushing and scouring in the tough meridian channels!
Each wash brings a strong burning and tearing sensation, as if removing impurities and widening the river channel, making this "river channel" more resilient and expansive, capable of accommodating even greater power.
The sound of muscles and bones resonating was like thunder!