Immortality begins in Goose City

Chapter 9 "Mountain-Crushing Fist"

This is the martial art that Wu Zhichong taught to the Huang family servants – the "Mountain Collapse Fist".

The boxing technique is not particularly profound. It emphasizes that the punches are as swift as arrows and as powerful as cannon fire, concentrating the body's strength into a single point for explosive bursts, pursuing instantaneous destructive power, while also focusing on the ability to withstand blows. It is a widely circulated and solid external hard martial art.

Huang Shujian performed the entire set of boxing techniques three times in one breath, until sweat appeared on his forehead and his breathing became slightly rapid, before suddenly stopping.

He walked to the small table, picked up the teacup that had already been brewed, and took a big gulp of the warm wolfberry Longjing tea.

The tea is clear and refreshing with a sweet aftertaste, carrying a unique sweet aroma.

Then, he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

The lingering scent condensed into a thin white mist in the slightly cool room.

"It's done." A hint of joy flashed in Huang Shujian's eyes.

It's not just about getting started with boxing.

He raised his right hand, fingers slightly spread, palm facing upward.

With a slight thought, the increasingly powerful Qi and blood within his body began to converge towards the palm of his right hand, following a specific path.

A tiny vortex, barely perceptible to the naked eye and only the size of a fingertip, slowly formed in his palm!

Like a miniature tornado, it carries a weak spiral suction force.

The first of the twelve major acupoints in the body—the Laogong acupoint—has finally opened!

This means that he has officially entered the first stage of martial arts cultivation—the Enlightenment stage.

Huang Shujian put down his teacup, walked to a huge Western-style mercury mirror on the wall, and carefully examined himself in the mirror.

The young man in the mirror looked noticeably taller and more robust than he had a month ago.

His shoulders, which were originally a little thin, have become broader, the outline of his chest has become clearer, and there are faint muscle lines on his arms.

But her skin remained fair and delicate, even radiating a healthy rosy glow due to abundant blood and energy.

If it weren't for the grotesque, twisted, centipede-like scar on his left chest that ruined the overall aesthetic, he would look exactly like a pampered rich young master, a complete pretty boy.

He didn't care about that; instead, he was more focused on the panel in his mind.

Free attribute points: 1

The attribute points have finally increased by one.

These past few days, he has become a glutton, with delicacies from land and sea, ginseng, deer antler, tiger blood, bear bile, and all kinds of highly nourishing substances being delivered to his training room like a flood.

The medicinal soup prepared by Wu Zhichong became stronger day by day.

However, he gradually discovered that what could truly be converted into free attribute points on the panel did not seem to be those big fish and meat dishes.

It is a medicinal herb called Xuanhu Stone Leaf.

This medicine is often added to dishes as an ingredient.

Efficacy—Aphrodisiac!

After several attempts and eliminations, Huang Shujian finally made a determination.

Surprisingly, the herb that provides attribute points has aphrodisiac effects.

Tiger blood, deer antler, wolfberry, cordyceps, and black tiger stone leaves!

Anything that can enhance male potency can be converted into free attribute points within his body.

However, top-quality aphrodisiacs are always very valuable in any era.

Fortunately, the Huang family has no shortage of money.

No matter how expensive the medicinal herbs were, as long as they could be bought with silver dollars, it was no problem for Huang Shujian.

He has given orders to spare no expense in acquiring all kinds of top-quality medicinal herbs that meet the requirements.

Clenching his fist and feeling the faint yet real vortex of energy in his palm, Huang Shujian frowned slightly as he looked at the cowhide wooden dummy in front of him.

"Just hitting wooden dummies that can't dodge or counterattack seems... lacking something."

Just then, a cautious knock came from outside the practice room.

"Come in." Huang Shujian casually grabbed the white shirt draped over the back of the chair and put it on.

The door was pushed open, and Hu Wan, the head steward of the outer residence, bowed and walked in quietly with a fawning smile on his face.

"Young Master, I've taken care of what you asked me to do!"

His voice was tinged with pride as he took out a small, flat pouch, about the size of a palm, wrapped in bright yellow silk, from his pocket.

He held it in both hands, presenting it to Huang Shujian as if it were a precious tribute.

"As you instructed, we have received another ten taels of top-grade Xuanhu Stone Leaves! Smell the fragrance!"

He gently lifted a corner of the silk, and a clear, rich fragrance, with a hint of heat, immediately filled the air.

"This is a genuine, top-grade pre-rain black tiger stone leaf!"

"Harvested from old Anxi fir trees, every leaf is carefully selected."

"Most importantly, the kneading process was done by eight unmarried young women who painstakingly kneaded the tenderest flesh from the base of their thighs!"

"One tael costs ten silver dollars!"

Hu Wan spoke animatedly, as if describing some rare treasure.

Huang Shujian took the cloth bag; it was light and easy to hold, and its fragrance was delightful.

He nodded: "Good. Go to the accounting office and withdraw one hundred and one hundred. The extra is yours."

Hu Wan was overjoyed upon hearing this, his face crinkling into a wide smile: "Thank you for the generous reward, Young Master! Thank you for your lavish gift, Young Master! You truly are..."

"Alright." Huang Shujian interrupted his flattery, placed the cloth bag on the small table, and changed the subject, "Have Wu Zhichong pick two of the best fighters from among the servants."

Hu Wan was taken aback, but reacted quickly, nodding hurriedly, "Yes, yes, I'll take care of it right away!"

Before long, Wu Zhichong walked in, followed by two burly young servants wearing sleeveless short jackets.

Both men were in their early twenties, with bulging muscles, slightly protruding temples, and sharp eyes, clearly skilled practitioners who had put in a lot of hard work.

Upon entering, he stood respectfully with his hands at his sides, his demeanor a mixture of reverence and restraint.

"Young master, the person has been brought."

"This is Zhang Hu, and this is Zhao Long. They are cousins, and among the servants of the Huang family, their martial arts skills are second to none!" Wu Zhichong introduced.

Huang Shujian waved his hand, and Wu Zhichong tactfully withdrew, gently closing the door behind him.

"You two, tell me yourselves, what you've cultivated and to what extent?" Huang Shujian said calmly, sitting in his chair.

The two men exchanged a glance, and Zhang Hu, whose face appeared slightly cunning, stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said:

"Young Master, I am Zhang Hu. I practice the 'Crushing Mountain Fist' passed down by Instructor Wu. I have opened three acupoints, and my fist technique... can barely be considered a minor achievement."

Zhao Long, who looked even more honest and simple, then clasped his hands in a fist salute and said in a deep voice, "Zhao Long, the 'Crushing Mountain Fist,' has reached the pinnacle of the three acupoints."

Huang Shujian nodded.

Having opened three orifices, he was indeed considered quite skilled among ordinary servants.

Moreover, one can achieve minor mastery and the other major mastery of a boxing technique, which is just right.

"Come and spar with me," he said directly.

"Huh?" Zhang Hu and Zhao Long exclaimed at the same time, their faces instantly showing fear.

Zhang Hu quickly waved his hand: "Young Master! This is unacceptable!"

"Fists and feet have no eyes, and we're clumsy and rough. If... if we were to accidentally brush against your noble body, young master, even ten heads wouldn't be enough to pay for it!"

Huang Shujian smiled, stood up, and stretched his wrists: "It's alright."

"I'm telling you to do it, so go ahead and do whatever you want."

"What I want is real fighting, understand?"

Zhang Hu and Zhao Long looked at each other, their faces filled with difficulty.

"Stop dawdling, you go first." Huang Shujian pointed at Zhang Hu.