Witch blood awakening

Chapter 4: Wicked Boys

"Unmoving like a mountain, moving like a swift rabbit, devouring like fire, scorching the land!"

Mu Feng recited the cultivation mantra, practicing in a bamboo grove on the back mountain. With a light touch of his toes, he leaped ten steps forward, aiming at a sharpened bamboo. Just as it was about to hit his forehead, he stopped abruptly, spun around, and kicked a stone on the ground...

Mu Family Fist!

Mu Feng focused intently, practicing the basic technique of the Mu family. Though it consisted of simple moves like punches, elbow strikes, and kicks, their combinations were powerful.

Before swallowing the ancestor sorcerer's blood bead, he was frail and easily winded. Now, his limbs were strong, his movements fluid and swift. The biggest change was his strength; a single punch could make a calf vomit blood.

Strong as an ox!

Not just any ox, but the fiercest wild bull.

This was the third day after swallowing the ancestor sorcerer's blood bead!

In just three days, his damaged meridians had begun to toughen, and his body had visibly strengthened. Unknowingly, he had grown over an inch taller!

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...

As he focused on his cultivation, his abdomen rumbled.

With each rise and fall of his abdominal muscles, the rumbling grew clearer. At first, it sounded like frying beans, crisp and subtle; then like frog croaks, slightly muffled; finally, like a bull's roar, increasingly loud. The echoes overlapped, continuous and unending.

Thunderous Bone Refining!

Using the abdomen instead of the lungs to breathe, in a pattern of three long and one short breaths, also known as deep abdominal breathing.

Like the Mu Family Fist, this was one of the simplest and most common cultivation techniques in the Mu family. As a child, Mu Feng memorized every mantra and move, but felt nothing when practicing. Now, after just three days, his body showed obvious reactions, and his strength, speed, and balance were vastly improved!

"Whoever controls their breath controls their body!"

Mu Feng slowly stopped, his limbs sore after intense practice, sweat dripping from his face, and his meridians faintly aching. But after swallowing a few blood beads, his energy surged, fatigue vanished, and his eyes sparkled with vitality!

"Breaking through to the Mortal Realm and officially stepping into the path of cultivation is no longer just a dream!"

Feeling the changes in his body, Mu Feng was filled with confidence and anticipation for the future.

In recent days, his meridians had been repairing rapidly. He believed that it wouldn't be long before they were fully restored, perhaps even stronger than before. At that point, he would be ready to break through to the Mortal Realm in one go!

Once he officially stepped into the path of cultivation, his and his mother's status in the family would change dramatically. They would receive a fixed monthly allowance, and his mother wouldn't have to work so hard to make ends meet by sewing and washing clothes for others.

Seeing that the sun was setting, Mu Feng turned to gather some common herbs. Some he sold to the city's pharmacies, while others he used to make medicine for his mother. About half an hour later, he was descending the mountain with a bamboo basket on his back. Suddenly, the sound of urgent barking came from ahead, and soon a group of people blocked his path.

Leading them was none other than Mu Qingyuan, dressed in luxurious clothes and always accompanied by a group of guards.

A worthless rat!

Thinking of the day of the ceremony, when the shadow of a despicable groundhog appeared behind Mu Qingyuan, Mu Feng's face showed disdain. Without saying a word, he tried to sidestep and avoid trouble.

Although Mu Qingyuan had reached the mid-stage of the Mortal Realm, it was all thanks to elixirs and pills. His innate talent and cultivation were nothing to be proud of. Surpassing him was only a matter of time, and then Mu Feng would settle the score.

"Hehe, Mu Feng, we meet again!"

Mu Qingyuan stepped sideways, blocking Mu Feng's path once more.

The more Mu Feng tried to avoid trouble, the more Mu Qingyuan thought he was easy to bully. Whistling, he said slowly, "So, how should we settle the score from last time? Will you kneel and beg for mercy, or should I break your legs? This is a desolate mountain, no outsiders, no enforcement elders, not even a bird in sight. There's no family law to protect you!"

Unable to humiliate him, Mu Qingyuan held a grudge!

For the past three days, Mu Qingyuan had been brooding over the humiliation he faced when he couldn't even deal with a weak scholar. How could he face others if word got out?

He had been secretly watching Mu Feng's movements, waiting for an opportunity. Now, he finally had a chance to act without restraint!

A desolate mountain, a dark night.

This was a godsend opportunity. If he didn't torment and humiliate Mu Feng, he wouldn't be worthy of his reputation as the second young master of the Mu family!

"Ridiculous, actions have consequences. Do you think no one will know what you do in this desolate mountain?"

Mu Feng sneered, his voice righteous, "I said before, the Mu family doesn't belong to your Mu Qingyuan. Sure, your grandfather is a powerful elder, but above him is the old family head, and above the old family head is the reclusive grand elder. Killing a direct family member is a capital crime! If the old family head and the grand elder find out, not only you, but even your grandfather won't escape severe punishment!"

"What, who are you calling a rat, who are you calling worthless?"

Mu Qingyuan's voice was sharp, both ashamed and angry, like an enraged rooster.

Now, the thing he hated most was anyone mentioning the ceremony. At home, even his guards and servants didn't dare to say the word "rat," fearing to touch his sore spot! Gritting his teeth, he initially planned to teach Mu Feng a lesson, but now he wanted to tear him to pieces!

Being called worthless by a weak scholar who couldn't cultivate, was there anything more humiliating and infuriating?

"Born a rat, cowardly as a rat, and a worthless waste. Who else but you?" Seeing no way to avoid it, Mu Feng decided to mock Mu Qingyuan to vent his anger, while secretly preparing for a confrontation.

Hearing this, Mu Qingyuan's face turned even redder with shame and anger. "You... attack, tear him to pieces!"

In his rage, Mu Qingyuan personally joined the attack, wanting to tear Mu Feng apart. He drew a gleaming dagger and aimed for Mu Feng's chest. But before he could get close, a handful of dirt was thrown in his face. Shielding his eyes, he saw that Mu Feng had already escaped into the dense bamboo forest.

"Chase him, catch him alive!"

Mu Qingyuan ordered, not noticing the difference in Mu Feng's physique. As he spoke, a large hunting dog lunged into the bamboo forest, followed by the guards, who pursued with fierce determination.

"A frail scholar dares to be so arrogant, this is rebellion!"

Mu Qingyuan's angry voice echoed, "Mu... Feng... don't... let me catch you, or... you're dead, absolutely dead..."

Used to being arrogant, Mu Qingyuan was furious, vowing not to rest until he tore Mu Feng apart. His hoarse voice echoed through the valley, lingering in the air.