As the Second Master of the Iron Blood Sect, Li Chun’s talent has always been the strongest in the sect.
He even considers himself not weaker than the Sect Leader, Master Blood Three.
He is not comparable to Master Blood Three, only because he is still young and lacks an opportunity.
An opportunity to prove himself and annihilate the master!
An opportunity for revenge for his wife, who he does not know where she was sold!
That old piece left out so moves when teaching him martial arts.
But now, the opportunity has co!
Li Chun had always been a confident person, and after practicing the "Cow and Horse Blood Drowning Technique," he beca even more confident!
He felt as if a mbrane in his brain had been pierced by him, thus gaining extraordinary wisdom.
Yes, extraordinary wisdom!
No one understands Blood Drowning better than !
Nor does anyone understand Cow and Horse better than !
With my supre talent and extraordinary wisdom, the future will surely be to command the world!
Suddenly, he rembered the bird poem made by the outer disciple who stumbled upon luck like a blind cat finding a dead mouse—"Gazing at the stars, a true man; down-to-earth, true Bull and Horse! Moo moo moo moo moo!"
He disliked poetry, but at this mont, he felt as if he had transford into the most robust Bull and Horse man under the heavens, with three heads: a bull head, a horse head, and a human head.
His human head gazes at the stars, embodying the image of a true Iron Blood man, while the bull head and horse head face the earth, with limbs solidly planted on the land he had cultivated and sowed.
At this mont, he was the embodint of this poem!
The embodint of the Bull and Horse of the heavens
No, he wanted more!
He also wanted to compose a poem!
"Bull and Horse! Bull and Horse! What goes in is grass, what cos out is milk!"
With this line, the image of the bull and horse in the Sea of Consciousness beca more vivid.
Li Chun’s mouth produced a bitter taste, as if eating grass on one hand and producing milk on the other.
This bitter taste was initially unadaptable, but soon beca incredibly wonderful, akin to the awkwardness he felt before when scrubbing chamber pots and night jars, later finding himself irresistibly imrsed.
"Wait a minute! Produce milk?"
As this thought erged, the Qi-Blood within Li Chun surged, flowing through his chest.
It did not take long for him to feel his chest swelling, as if about to produce milk.
"It’s effective!"
Li Chun still did not stop, continuing to swing his robust limbs, contemplating Blood Drowning.
After the ti of a stick of incense, he stopped.
Due to discovering his chest had already beco wet.
Li Chun tore open his collar and found that what flowed from his chest was not milk, but blood.
The unique green blood of the Iron Blood Sect.
This was the blood he had just newly practiced.
Li Chun sniffed, unable to resist exclaiming: "I sll so good!"
He pinched a fingerful of blood and put it into his mouth, his eyes suddenly brightening.
"Indeed, indeed dicine!"
Actually, two days ago, he already experienced bleeding below like a woman’s monthly cycle, just like several other disciples.
At that ti, when he slled the dicinal fragrance in the blood, he felt it might contain pure dicinal power.
This was also the reason they began growing hair.
Only he had not dared easily taste it, for after all, this thing still needed psychological courage.
As he practiced more deeply, this psychological barrier had disappeared.
Even if he was truly a Bull and Horse, what was wrong with tasting his own milk?
Even when a cow eats grass and produces milk, sotis it can eat a little milk too.
Now after tasting, he found it indeed miraculous.
The blood milk flowing from his chest, the dicinal aroma was stronger and purer than the blood below.
In other words, he had now beco a man who could produce milk and have monthly cycles.
Had this happened before, Li Chun might have gone mad, after all, the Iron Blood Sect emphasized being an Iron Blood tough guy, with a sharp head, unafraid of bleeding, fully embodying masculinity.
But as he continuously practiced this cultivation technique, his mindset had changed.
He now practiced one day equivalent to several days’ worth of work before, even Zhu Xiaoming, such a waste, can rapidly rise by borrowing this cultivation technique, which already shows that this cultivation technique should be the orthodox Iron Blood Sect practice.
The Sect Leader, Master Blood Three, understood nothing about Iron Blood Skill!
He believed that, under the blessing of this divine skill and his leadership, the Iron Blood Sect would reach new heights.
Li Chun quickly squeezed a bit and drank a mouthful himself, his eyes widening even more.
A warmth instantly flowed from the throat to every part of the body, he felt an unprecedented wonder.
Inside the Iron Blood Sect, the Iron Blood Technique requires transporting Qi-Blood internally, refining the body externally, after prolonged practice, there would inevitably be hidden injuries.
Especially if too much Iron Blood overflows and is not promptly expelled, it will cause small cracks in blood vessels and ridians, which only those who have practiced Iron Blood deeply will experience.
And at this mont, Li Chun discovered that his "Blood Milk" was nurturing these hidden wounds, allowing them to recover.
Utterly miraculous!
Even the rumored divine dicine from Jiangzhong Sect for treating internal injuries, probably isn’t this miraculous.
Li Chun quickly drank all the blood milk from his chest.
He only felt warmth all over his body, indescribable comfort and relaxation.
No, this wasn’t the most relaxed.
He quickly took out the night jar of Miss Xiao Wang, who had the most pungent odor from the brothel, and scrubbed.
Only at this mont was the most comfortable!
Nothing was more comfortable than being a Bull and Horse!
At the sa ti, the milk blood within him was fernting, Li Chun standing there holding the night jar, suddenly appeared like a dical practitioner with a compassionate heart.
"Iron Blood can’t save the people! But dicine Blood can!"
Under the nurturing of the blood milk, he realized this: cleaning chamber pots and night jars was only superficial Bull and Horse, but what about deeper Bull and Horse?
True Bull and Horse is to sacrifice oneself, even if it’s blood, it should benefit others!
With a grateful heart, Li Chun ordered: "Send Zhu Xiaoming here."
It did not take long before Zhu Xiaoming, with slightly curly hair, arrived.
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