My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

Thunderbolt Dojo

When Hong San didn't return until noon, everyone realized that something was wrong. Therefore, a large number of apprentices and disciples were sent to the mine by Old Qin.

Two hours, four hours, six hours ...

Sixth Brother Qin had already sensed something. The instructors, Reihom, and even the head of the dojo, Bai Bashan, had sent people to wait for the news.

Finally, Hong San's body was carried out on a stretcher by a group of disciples. Behind him were the men he had brought to ambush Qin Huai.

No one was spared.

Sixth Brother Qin walked forward and looked at the miserable state of his beloved disciple. All the bones in his body are broken, especially his arms and ribs.

"He used the classic breath control technique. He didn't have enough killing power, so he used the white dragon qi to break it."

Sixth Brother Qin touched Hong San's corpse. His chest caved in, and his arms were twisted. Both his kidneys had been blown up.

"He also inhaled a large amount of poison."

Hong San's entire body was already stiff. His entire body was white, but it still had a tinge of green and red.

"Qin Huai did well." Sixth Brother Qin narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth, the veins on his temples bulging.

"That person's not bad." Reihom was calm and unperturbed. He then turned around and left.

"Senior Brother, you have to avenge your fellow brothers!" one of the warriors shouted at Reihom.

"If you're not as good as me, how can you talk about revenge? However, if he were to participate in the eighth martial competition, I would be a little more serious," Reihom said casually.

His eyes had never been on Pingnan City. The so-called heaven's favorites were no different from 'everyone' in his eyes.

The dojo disciples behind him had long since grown used to Reihom's arrogance. In addition, every time they saw Reihom, they would feel a bit more at ease.

Even if Hong San was killed, as long as Reihom was here, the Thunderbolt Dojo would always be number one.

"Go to the city and inform Instructor Gu to come back..." An instructor waved his hand and ordered his disciples to go to the city to call for people.

…

Qin Huai followed his master, Sun Yuanshan, and entered the city with him.

"Master, what kind of cultivation techniques does the Sacred Heart sect have?"

"I don't know."

"How powerful is the Sacred Heart sect?"

"I don't know."

"..."

Regarding Qin Huai's question, Sun Yuanshan answered that he didn't know and added, "My understanding of the Sacred Heart sect is limited to a few words from other people. I've only seen the tragic state of the village they passed by once… Most of them are active in the west of Great You. This is the first time I've heard of their traces in Pingnan City."

Qin Huai understood and changed the question. "Master, in your bone-softening powder, there is a three-heart grass, right? There's no such thing in the market of Pingnan. Where did you get it?"

"How did you know that there was a three-heart grass in my bone-softening powder?" Sun Yuanshan was surprised. He modified and improved the bone-softening powder, but this kid knew about it.

"The three-heart grass has a sweet smell. Even though most of the smell has dissipated after being ground into powder, people who use medicine and collect medicine all year round can still smell that unique sweet smell.

"Didn't I once work as an apprentice in an apothecary? I'm quite talented in medicine," Qin Huai replied.

"Tsk, tsk, who knows how many more talents you're hiding in your stomach." Sun Yuanshan finally revealed a smile. "Behind the cliff of the Changshan ancestral house, there are a few mu of medicinal fields I have planted. They are all poisonous seeds I have carefully selected. I have melancholic flower, hundredfold root, three-heart grass..."

Qin Huai's eyes lit up as he listened. These poisonous substances were all great poisons, and they could be used to concoct medicinal herbs that could take down high-refined martial artists.

"It's a pity that there aren't many disciples who are proficient in medicine. In the past, I have to take care of them by myself, but it's a good time now. After you finish your daily training, help me take care of these medicinal fields. You can have twenty percent of the harvest." Sun Yuanshan stretched out three fingers and quickly put away one.

"Then this disciple will accept this task." Qin Huai cupped his fists and was overjoyed.

He had high-level medicinal skills, but no good medicine for him to use. He could only sacrifice his good medicinal skills and use some low-grade poisons.

Now, it was all good. Helping his master manage the poison field would allow him to obtain top-grade poisonous substances. This was definitely not a bad deal.

As he spoke, the two of them had already walked to the front of Pingnan City. The number of city guards seemed to have increased by quite a bit, and the refugees along the way were also becoming more and more crowded.

Qin Huai looked into the distance at the lower terrain. It was like a long gray-black dragon that stretched into the distance.

"Doesn't the emperor of Great You care about the people's lives?" Qin Huai retorted. It was as if ever since he came to this world, he only knew that the land beneath his feet was Great You's territory.

However, he had never heard of any interesting news about Great You's officials or rumors about Great You's Emperor. It was as if Great You had died.

"The emperor of Great You seems to be just a child. He doesn't care about anything," Sun Yuanshan said slowly. "It seems there are some thirteen ministers in charge of the overall situation... I've only heard of it, so I can't be sure if it's true. I've lived for eighty years, but I've never seen the emperor even once. I'm destined not to have the chance to see him in this lifetime…"

Sun Yuanshan shook his head with a smile, and the topic was over.

When the two of them entered the city, Sun Yuanshan, who was like an immortal, and Qin Huai, who was a little famous in Pingnan City, did not need to go through any checks at all. They did not even need to show their Changshan Dojo waist tokens.

The city guard hurriedly opened the door for the two of them.

Just as he entered the city, Qin Huai saw a figure running crazily on the street.

"My son! My son! You died so miserably!

The man cried so miserably that the whole street turned to look at him.

Qin Huai and Sun Yuanshan walked closer and were surprised to find that the person was actually the head instructor of the Thunderbolt Dojo. He was also the main examiner of Qin Huai's exam, Gu He.

Qin Huai's expression didn't change, but in his heart, he was thinking about who Gu He's son was.

Suddenly, Gu He's voice stopped abruptly. His gaze was like that of a hungry wolf as he stared at Qin Huai, who was walking through the crowd.

At this moment, it was as if Qin Huai was the only person left in his world.

"Qin! Huai!" Gu He seemed to have squeezed out the words from between his teeth, but it also seemed like he had already swallowed Qin Huai alive.

The next second, Gu He charged toward Qin Huai. "Hand over your life for my son!"

Qin Huai's eyes even saw an electric arc flash across Gu He's hands. He also reacted instantly and stretched out his palm.

The three white dragons that were entrenched in his dantian followed his meridians and leaped out of his palm. They instantly compressed into three white light spots, all aimed at Gu He.

Unfortunately, Sun Yuanshan, who was beside him, stepped in front of Qin Huai. His white robe waved, and it was as if there were huge waves howling and setting off strong gales.

With a single blow, Gu He was sent flying.

Gu He rolled several times on the ground in a sorry state, only coming to a stop after smashing through the door of a restaurant.

The surrounding onlookers didn't even dare to breathe loudly as they quietly watched the two sides of the conflict.

"Gu He, have you lost your mind? I only killed your nephew, Hong San, but not your son." Qin Huai's face was solemn. He wouldn't admit to something he hadn't done.

"Hong San is my son!" Gu He seemed to have been awakened by Sun Yuanshan's slap. He stopped approaching and only stared at Qin Huai.

"Isn't Hong San your sister's son?" Qin Huai was puzzled.

The surrounding commoners were also dumbfounded.

"Hong San is the son of my sister and me! You killed my son, so I'll make you… No, I want everyone you care about to pay with their lives for my son!" Gu He's voice was hoarse.

Qin Huai's expression was cold. The difference between the death of a nephew and the death of a son was not small.

Previously, he still had doubts about whether Gu He would carry out some crazy revenge on him for Hong San. After all, he was considered to be in a high position and had a certain amount of wealth.

They might take into account his current identity and status in the Changshan Dojo and swallow their anger. Even if they wanted to take revenge, it would be more of a face-saving project.

But now, it seemed he had to race against time to deal with this hidden danger.