Chapter Thirty-Four: Tempering the Body with Four Spiritual

Taking the hand fan from her grasp, she offered it warmly: "If you need it, Senior Sister, please take it."Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Zhu Biqiong took the finger...Du Yehu was the son of a butcher. Because business was good, he grew up plump and strong. He would often chase after seven or eight children his own age and beat them up, earning the title of "Little Overlord" of Dujia Town. This also led to him being beaten by Old Du every other day, becoming tougher with each beating.

His name is Lao Du. He used a whole two catties of river fish to trade for it with an old monk.

In the Kingdom of Zhuang, Taoism was the state religion, so Buddhism naturally didn't fare well. The old monk guarded the only dilapidated temple within a radius of dozens of miles, barely scraping by with one meal a day and another the next. When he saw pigs being slaughtered, his eyes would gleam like those of a cat seeing fish, as if Buddha himself had appeared.

Du Yecho was holding onto that two jin of fish belly tightly, refusing to let go. He was craving it too. Even though he was the son of a butcher and no stranger to meat, those scraps were hardly enough for him.

He cried and begged, saying he didn't want any fame, just to eat pork offal. He said he could be called Zhuzi or even Pork Offal.

Old Du couldn't bear the shame, so he picked up Lao Du and beat him mercilessly. In the end, even Old Du got tired, and Xiao Du was still holding onto those two pounds of fish.

The old monk immediately agreed to join Xiao Du and the other two in eating five, with each person having half. He also said that this kid had a strong personality and was stubborn and unruly, so "Wild Tiger" was a perfect name for him.

Du Yecho now had an official name, but he still didn't do anything constructive. Ever since he met the old monk, he followed him around all day long. The old monk did everything from fortune-telling to praying for rain to exorcising evil spirits, using all sorts of tricks and deceit. But Du Yecho only learned how to drink with him.

Old Du worried that his son might run away one day, so he would often carry a butcher knife to the dilapidated temple. Fortunately, after a while, the old monk left. He left without a word, not even a goodbye.

Later, this dilapidated temple was demolished and turned into a land temple.

Then, not long after that, Lao Du got into trouble.

It all started with a trivial matter. A local constable felt that the amount of meat he had bought was short, so he scolded Lao Du for cheating him. Normally, this matter would have ended by simply paying two taels of meat as compensation. However, Lao Du was also a stubborn man. He picked up his butcher's knife and placed it on the chopping board, declaring that if anyone wanted to cheat him, they could go anywhere else to weigh their goods.

The constable was humiliated and in a moment of anger, stabbed him. As a result, the man died on the spot.

Mrs. Du rushed to the government office to file a complaint. This case was fairly straightforward, with both witnesses and physical evidence available, but unfortunately, the head catcher's brother-in-law happened to be the magistrate of Dujia Town's small local government.

After a slight turn of events, the situation became: butcher Lao Du wielding a knife to attack, and the constable, helpless, fought back and accidentally killed him. In the end, he was fined half his salary.

Although Old Du had slaughtered pigs his whole life, he wouldn't dare kill a human. Du's wife choked to death from fright after being questioned in the magistrate's office.

That day, Du Yexi led a group of children to the river in the neighboring town to catch fish. When they returned home, their house was gone.

He then picked up Old Du's chopping knife and, in broad daylight, stormed into the yamen. Before everyone's eyes, he hacked to death both the constable and his brother-in-law right there in the main hall.

He was only thirteen years old that year.

The case eventually alarmed the City Lord's Mansion. After an investigation, the old city lord pardoned Du Yexi of all charges and, exceptionally, recruited him into the Dao Institute.

This is the story of Du Yehu. He was a stubborn child from a young age, and once he made up his mind, no one could change it. There was no way around it; both his father and mother were just as stubborn.

"Your martial arts technique... should I have given it to you already" Jiang Wang thought for a moment, and asked.

Du Yexiao took out a small booklet from his bosom and casually tossed it on the table in front of Jiang Wang. "Here you go, a copy of White Tiger Body Tempering Art, still an incomplete version. It's said to be the general version used in the military."

This kind of martial art, of course, could not be passed on to outsiders, but Du Yexiao absolutely did not believe that Jiang Wang would harm him.

Jiang Wang picked up the military scripture and flipped through it casually. Without saying much, he got up and said, "I have something to do, I'll be back in a bit."

Leaving Zhao Ruocheng and Du Yehu to talk, Jiang Wang got up and went out. He found a deserted room at random, went in and locked the door. Then he activated the illusory key and entered the Illusory Realm of Vastness.

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A stage is set up and the cruel script is put on to begin its rehearsal. The sundial's tally constantly decreases, finally stopping at 190.

The deduction of this technique consumed 3400 points of skill, almost twice that of the Ziqi Donglai Sword Technique! It also reached the limit of the current Dao Platform.

Of course, this is also because, although this technique is a fragment, it is still a martial arts practice method. A truly extraordinary technique, its foundation is much better than the Purple Qi Coming East Sword Technique, and its upper limit is naturally much higher.

After the simulation was complete, Jiang Wang took over the brand new martial arts manual and looked at it. He discovered that it not only completed the missing parts of the White Tiger Refining Body Art but also underwent further development and evolution. Now, it was divided into four sections: Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise. Finally, the four spirits combined as one, and its power was incomparable to before.

Jiang Wang exited the Taixu Illusory Realm and picked up his cultivation manual, leaving. Just as he opened the door, he saw a stunning beauty in red standing at the doorway. Her eyebrows were like ink paintings, her eyes rippling with autumn water, and even a fleeting glance held an endless allure.

Her eyes were filled with emotion, her red lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

"Excuse me." Jiang Wang walked past her.

It's not that Jiang Wang was truly insensitive; rather, he had just emerged from the Illusory Realm of Vastness. There was a sense of imminent exposure, a feeling akin to being caught in an unspoken secret, making him unable to appreciate even the most beautiful woman before him.

Drinking really makes things complicated, Jiang Wang secretly cautioned himself. He actually directly entered the Illusory Realm of Taixu within Sanfenxianglou, a place as chaotic as it gets for all sorts of people... This was completely reckless.

Jiang Wang hurried back to Zhao Ru'cheng's room, waited for a while, making sure no one was following him before he let out a breath of relief and sat back down.

...Returning the Bai Hu (White Tiger) Refining Body Art to Du Yehu, the newly revised Four Spirits Refining Body Art only exists in the Tai Xu Illusionary Realm and needs to be copied separately.

"When are you leaving" Jiang Wang asked.

“Early tomorrow morning.” Du Yehu said.

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"Tomorrow we will send you..."

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"Knock, knock, knock." The knocking sounded out of place.

"Enter," Zhao Ruocheng casually said.

Coming in was the madam of Sanfenxiang, a woman with heavy makeup and an alluring scent.

"Oh my~ Young Master Zhao is becoming more handsome day by day." The woman teased, reaching out as if to touch Zhao Ruocheng's face, looking very familiar.

Zhao Ruocheng took a step back, deliberately glancing at the half of her chest exposed, "Don't get too close, I get dizzy."

The old madam gave a fake giggle, "Oh, you... before this wasn't an issue~"

"You guys weren't this pretentious before, even back when you were selling three-part incense!"

The madam frowned: "But is there anything about the shop that has displeased you Perhaps those lowly maidservants have been inattentive to your esteemed guest"

Zhao Ruocheng then watched her with interest: "What do you say I spent so much money today, and you wouldn't even let Miaoyu come out to see me The fragrance of the Three-Part Incense Pavilion is famous all over the world. Could it be that this is the only way to treat guests"

The Three Factions Fragrance Building is a truly renowned brothel, with branches in every nation. The owner, known as the Dragon, remains elusive, but his reputation for beauty spreads throughout the land, whispered among heroes as being unmatched in all the world.

Every man who has ever laid eyes on her has been captivated by her. Among them are powerful generals, prominent aristocrats, and even, according to legend, a king and a leader of a faction, all hopelessly devoted to her.

The depth of San Fen Xiang Qi Lou is undeniable. This small branch in Feng Lin City, though without any renowned masters residing there, commands an air of sophistication simply by virtue of its name, making it the most stylish and tasteful pleasure establishment in the city.

Because of the background of Sanfenxianglou, the madam was confident. But because of this background, she absolutely dared not let the reputation of Sanfenxianglou be damaged. Therefore, her face instantly became difficult to look at.

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"Is it possible..." A soft voice picked up the conversation at this point, and a woman in a crimson dress glided in. Red is not an easy color to wear well, it's easy to fall into vulgarity. But she happened to be just right, or perhaps she herself was the best embodiment of the word "glamorous," never being overshadowed.

She walked into the room, her autumn eyes sweeping over the people present before finally landing on Zhao Ru Cheng with a shy and playful smile. "Perhaps it wasn't my mother who prevented me from seeing you, but that I didn't want to see you"

She was naturally Miaoyu.

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Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!ture, managed only a stiff "Welcome to the fray." Even Lei Zhanqian, usually so boisterous, mumbled something like, “The Eleventh Prince asked me to convey his greetings.” And even Wang Yiwu, always...