Chapter 63: Chapter 55: The Secret of Martial Arts Clans
"Prehistoric civilization was so arduous, merely surviving was incredibly difficult, yet they never gave up. Whereas I chose to fall and abandon myself due to a family tragedy, which is utterly absurd..."
Her gaze flickered, continuously reflecting inwardly.
Being able to return to ancient myths, witnessing their difficult existence on that ancient ruinous earth, made her realize how hard-earned modern human life truly is.
After experiencing that bizarre and extraordinary life, she felt as though she had been cleansed, becoming much more mature and composed, undergoing unimaginable transformation.
After all, to her, this was the grace of the mighty Demon Gods!
Returning to the remote tens of thousands of years ago,
what a magnificent and mysterious world it was! She wondered if she could witness ancient epic stories again in her lifetime by going back to those prehistoric times.
"I wonder what the situation is for the Divine Demon Night Banquet tonight..."
"Moreover, whether I’m the only favored one in this era seems unlikely..."
She knows that observing the people of this land after a dozen years, simply their hair tells her that each era has attached individuals of these ancient existences, it is impossible for her to be the only one.
For instance, the Anunnaki.
The ant friend Anunnaki, this ancient tale puzzles her too much, it must have already become one of the strongest favored ones to completely alter ancient myth history.
But these speculations can only be quietly buried in the heart, at this moment, she must confront the reality of her situation.
Originally, the somewhat affluent family had undergone upheaval; her brother-in-law was killed by someone years ago, her sister was injured and paralyzed while moving goods at the dock...how she can now support this family is a problem.
"Moreover, I still need to practice martial arts."
"But... poor in letters and rich in martial arts." Her expression sank, "Even without using those body-nurturing elixirs, the cost of food alone is huge!"
In a way, every martial artist is a super giant when it comes to eating.
Without exercise, merely maintaining normal function, eating three to five bowls of rice at a time is ordinary, and ideally, they should also have ample fish and meat, various high-energy food...
And under the consumption of intense exercise, bursting with force, fighting, a punch of hundreds of pounds, scaling walls, the energy needed to replenish afterwards is unimaginably excessive.
"Our Du Guan Town is a small town with fewer than a hundred martial artists, divided into two forces, Fu Qingjun’s Miao Chun Hall, Song Qing’s Ten Blades Association..."
"However, Fu Qingjun’s Miao Chun Hall is said to have been weakened, its dock business stolen by Ten Blades Association, yet recently I’ve heard rumors of some sort of resurgence... but my sister and brother-in-law were in Ten Blades Association before, and their outcome wasn’t great."
Their two families are massive, with property occupying half of Du Guan Town; taverns, night clubs...even so, they can only barely cover the daily food expenses of dozens of brothers.
It’s said that on the ruins of the Yin earth, in a village the farmers’ farmed grain and herded meat, and five layers of taxes must be handed over to the local aristocratic landlords, for their families’ Martial Dao training.
And the local Martial Dao families ruled with stronger martial force, sheltering the lower-class people...almost no power to resist.
Even the various kingdoms in the West, the Knight class, the noble rulers, were ruling farmers across the lands likewise.
"Class monopoly..."
However, the arrival of World War II broke this absolute monopoly.
The Austria Kingdom, which was the first kingdom of the Industrial Revolution, at this time the opposing nation, constantly developing black technology, reportedly already created new jet planes, seemingly because of being rather backward, yet had no excessively strong Martial Dao families, royal army ruling, able to have first completed the mechanical revolution, cultural revival.
Despite their ambitious intentions, the leader is a racially fervent president, wanting to attack various countries, considered to overthrown the old class rule.
Even so, they’re aiming to establish new classes, enslaving the populace in a different way.
Qin Hong suddenly recalled another saying from the scholar: "The prosperity of the people brings hardship, the downfall of the people brings hardship."
"To practice martial arts, one must not only endure hardship but also find a way into these two organizations." She felt somewhat troubled, but her gaze gradually darkened, "However, with my current skill in firearm, joining should be more than adequate."
"Just choosing which side to join." She put on her wig cap, going out for reconnaissance.
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Qin Hong walked through the South City District.
She noted that the Ten Blades Association here was rather advanced and aggressive, though they took the coveted authority over the train station, they didn’t seem rigid.
Their city’s businesses, all industrial areas, in weaving factories full of Jenny machines, many female workers were busy, even branching out to printing plants, paper factories, were quite crude but obviously exploring development.
Qin Hong deeply inhaled, "Ten Blades Association, acting without martial ethics, yet they’re new-era martial artists, merchants more than martial loyalty.... Miao Chun Hall lost justifiably!"
"They snatched the train station because their factories need to ship goods!"
She fused the memories and soul of that life, as though her entire mind became more agile, thinking became more transparent, thought speed extremely fast.
This is the gift of the Demon God.
As if something was injected into her mind, born sacred, was it?
She thought for a moment and felt that this word was inappropriate, perhaps it should be a seventeen-year-old girl... a late bloomer?
....
North City District.
This is Miao Chun Hall’s territory.
Qin Hong walked straight ahead, lowering the brim of her hat, pondering the details of Miao Chun Hall,
They are a more traditional Jianghu martial power, collecting protection fees and engaging in various traditional industries like medicine shops and cloth stores... They are quite loyal, especially Fu Qingjun, who is said to be a hero, very loyal, and countless people are willing to follow him.
His personal charisma is beyond doubt.
"If my brother-in-law and sister were working at Miao Chun Hall, then if something happened, Miao Chun Hall would not kick them aside like Ten Blades Association but would surely support the family... Unfortunately, it is precisely because of this loyalty that they are too poor, supporting too many people who do not work... The brothers in the association often do not have enough to eat."
Perhaps it is because of their tradition and integrity that they lost to the others?
She organized the intelligence,
"The Third-in-Command, Little Trumpet, a master in Bone Realm, no one knows her real name..."
"Originally the adopted daughter of the Haikou Salt Gang’s Third-in-Command, who was a prominent figure along the coastal Jianghu decades ago! Known as the Haikou Little Xu Xian, capable of blowing up a snake in one breath...."
"It is said that when the navy entered, the entire Haikou Third-in-Command family was loyally dedicated to the country, and the whole clan was exterminated, leaving only an adopted daughter hiding under the bed. To continue her adoptive parents’ legacy, she trained intensely in their family martial arts...."
"But how can outsiders easily practice family martial arts? It is said her mind was shaken by the Suona Sound Skill.... She came here also to avenge her adoptive parents."
It should be known that in the martial arts world, there is the concept of "martial lineages."
At a minimum, they have been passed down for more than a dozen generations, with almost every generation producing grandmasters, having the qualification and heritage to be called martial arts families.
This also gave rise to family martial arts that only they can practice.
For instance, in families practicing fist techniques, grandmasters of the third realm must have extraordinarily hardened fist bones, and their descendants naturally inherit part of the evolution of the fist bones.
Through repeated inheritance, their descendants’ fist bones are almost different from ordinary people.
Their family’s fist techniques are tailored by generations of grandmasters for their special bones, and outsiders practicing them would only cripple their fists and become disabled people!
"In this respect, it’s remarkably similar to my Angel Race! It’s also about generations of inheritance, gradually practicing martial arts, and enlightening...."
"The great Divine Demons are telling me that practicing martial arts is inherently an evolution that enhances life’s potential! Transforming oneself into a powerful species!"
"Certain martial lineage humans, after hundreds or thousands of years of deliberate hereditary evolution, might already be a certain kind of human subspecies! For instance, the Haikou Third-in-Command lineage, their lung capacity, and even their brain’s sonic resistance levels are beyond normal humans, surpassing human limits..."
"Therefore, there is the tradition of Vermilion Sand to keep the bloodline from getting mixed, preventing it from flowing outward."
In martial arts practice, the purity of the lineage inheritance is extremely important, so the widespread adoption of Vermilion Sand is quite normal.
"According to this logic, the ancient Divine Blood, the ancient gods in the Sumer King’s list, were at that time the largest ’martial lineage’ hereditary royal family, and their divine bloodline was becoming diluted..."
She got goosebumps and vaguely sensed some mythological truths.
Her thoughts gradually returned,
"The Second-in-Command, a master in Bone Realm, Baiyu comes from a family of medicine, after all, medicine and martial arts have been inseparable since ancient times."
"The First-in-Command, Fu Qingjun, Bone Weight Realm Great Perfection! It is said that he recently came out of seclusion, but it’s unknown if he broke through to Grandmaster? If he did, then it’s rare, a young Grandmaster in his twenties, even if of martial lineage, is very rare."
As Qin Hong walked, she passed by a noodle shop, where several martial artists were exclaiming outside,
"Too terrifying!"
"Is that the First-in-Command?"
"So capable of eating, ten large bowls in one meal!"
"And it’s not just today, three meals a day, seven to ten bowls each!"
Qin Hong was shocked in her heart.
Who is this person?
The martial prowess of a warrior can be roughly gauged by the amount of food they consume; this terrifying appetite, this unfeeling eating machine, is likely a Grandmaster!
The strongest creature on the ground, possessing muscularity and weight akin to tigers and leopards, and the enormous appetite of bears and lions.
"This person..."
She glanced inside, seeing a tall and sturdy young man, with long hair tied back, wearing a tall cap, dressed like an ancient scholar, handsome and elegant.
Yet obviously appearing as a scholar, but with a stack of large bowls in front of him, plus continuously served dishes, laughed and said: "Little Trumpet, bring the food, I want to eat two more bowls."