blueteamnovel Chapter 4 New Features
Chapter 4 New Features
"I'm not that kind of person, and I've always looked down on these kinds of shady dealings."
Hu Liangyu glanced at Fu Que, understood his meaning, explained, tossed something to the latter, and turned to leave.
"I'm not pushing her into a fire pit, I'm saving her. How could I mistreat the mother of this brat? I'll take this as a yes. Just come with me when the time comes."
"Speed, strength, and eyesight are already quite strong among the warriors of Blood Gate. You have a good talent for cultivation, but you're still lacking in martial arts skills. Combat isn't like chopping trees. Take this and work on it for a while. I'll spar with you again in a few days."
Hu Liangyu's last words were carried on the wind.
"Understood, Uncle Hu."
Fu Que caught the object that was thrown at him and remained silent for a moment.
"Now you've really got the 'you don't want your wife, Lao Xu' script."
Fu Que squinted.
He looked down and saw a broken jade pendant lying in his palm, with a faint aura of the Great Zhao Kingdom's destiny flowing over it.
Hu Liangyu was indeed decisive and efficient. He had just said he would fully support Fu Que, and now he was already pulling out all the trappings he had accumulated.
The world's destiny has endless uses. As long as the materials that can carry the destiny and the craftsmen are qualified, and the destiny's aura is sufficient, countless things with special effects can be made, such as the shimmering yellow paper that Fu Que used before, and this broken jade pendant that he just acquired.
However, its infinite uses also mean its rarity. The Great Zhao Dynasty strictly controlled the aura of national fortune, and only people within the court could obtain it.
Moreover, Lord Wu only plays for real. In the imperial court, apart from military officers of the seventh rank and above who have a fixed quota, others receive a quota of national fortune based on the amount of work they do. If they do nothing, they receive nothing.
As for what you choose to do after obtaining the national destiny aura, that's your decision.
A black light rippled in Fu Que's eyes, then vanished just as quickly.
With his real-world perspective, Fu Que understood what this jade pendant, imbued with the aura of national destiny, truly was; it contained a set of sword techniques with flowing energy.
The sword technique has no name, only the concise introduction: "Da Zhao Tiqi Armory, codename Wind Rider 3324".
Moreover, unlike the traditional martial arts where instruction is given through words and actions and the master leads you in, the practice depends on the individual.
This kind of martial arts inheritance, imbued with the aura of national destiny, can truly allow the practitioner to temporarily transform into someone who has imprinted the martial arts, and during this transformation, possess most of the latter's understanding of the martial arts.
This thing has two uses. The first is to allow practitioners to grasp the essence of the martial arts techniques they have copied more quickly.
The other option is to pay the price of completely destroying this inheritance, causing the national destiny to erupt in full force, allowing the user to possess the imprinter's complete understanding of martial arts for a certain period of time.
It is quite valuable.
Hu Liangyu left Fu Que this jade pendant for a simple reason: to help him quickly step out of his comfort zone where he relied solely on numerical strength.
The other one is for Fu Que to save his life. In a real crisis, he can use the Jade Pendant directly, using the stats of the Swordsman state to stack the Jade Pendant's martial arts mechanism, so he can either run away or fight his opponent to the death.
However, this method can have a certain psychological impact on users afterward.
Looking around but not finding anyone, Fu Que simply sat down on a willow tree by the river and began to sense the jade pendant in his hand.
The moment his consciousness touched the jade pendant, a figure dressed in a gray prison uniform with a distorted face rushed towards him. Fu Que subconsciously raised his hand to fend it off, but the figure, like a phantom, crashed straight into his body.
An indescribable feeling filled Fu Que's consciousness. He clearly knew that his fighting skills relied entirely on the "Scroll Swordsman" state and the rudimentary skills he had acquired by imitating others in the tiger's den these past few days.
But now, it's like I've been practicing martial arts with a knife for many years. My eyesight and footwork, my muscles and strength, every aspect of them has been honed through countless trials.
Unable to vent his frustration, Fu Que subconsciously wanted to roar, but the roar reached his lips and he swallowed it back.
With his waist knife drawn once more, Fu Que began practicing the sword technique, a style aptly named for its practical and concise characteristics, characteristic of the Great Zhao Dynasty.
Arms, shoulders, back, waist, hips, calves—every joint flows with power, muscles like bowstrings, sometimes taut, sometimes relaxed.
His movements were fluid and natural, and his footwork and moves were very well coordinated.
You have obtained a sketchbook for copying. Would you like to embed it on a scroll?
A piece of information flashed into Fu Que's mind.
"...."
Fu Que was completely absorbed in the moment and didn't hear anything. He was just practicing his swordsmanship by the river.
[Duplicate, you have obtained a sketchbook for copying. Do you wish to embed it on a scroll?]
After ten breaths of silence.
[Embedding authorization not obtained; hosting security protocol logic enabled.]
[Activation complete. Testing revealed that the current scroll painting is not fully complete and lacks any embedded illustrations, resulting in a weak operating environment. To ensure operational security, a self-updating protocol has been activated.]
[Countdown: 3, 2, 1, Activate.]
When this information appeared in Fu Que's mind, wisps of national destiny were separated from the broken jade pendant and flowed into Fu Que's body.
As the aura of national destiny was drained away, the jade pendant gradually developed cracks, then began to turn gray and peel off uncontrollably until it disappeared completely.
Fu Que remained completely oblivious.
"This is amazing. Perhaps if I practice like this a few more times, I won't be completely helpless against Uncle Hu. With the swordsman mode and the real vision, all I lack is combat experience and martial arts skills."
Once the swordsmanship practice was over and the mysterious feeling faded from his mind, Fu Que sheathed his sword, sat down to rest, and pondered in his heart.
He originally thought that the national fortune aura, which was very beneficial to the local martial artists of Da Zhao and was of great use to him, was of little use to him, at most only playing a supporting role, but looking at this jade pendant...
Fu Que subconsciously touched the spot where the jade pendant had been, but the touch of his fingertips was that of soft fabric. He looked down and saw that there was no jade pendant left, only a silver ring the size of his thumb hanging on his belt.
Where did my big jade pendant go?
Fu Que's expression stiffened. If Hu Liangyu found out that he had just handed over his most treasured possession and then let him lose it, he would definitely get a beating.
The figure in prison clothes used the aura of the nation's destiny to enter Fu Que's body and impart martial arts skills, which did have an impact on Fu Que.
After practicing several sets of sword techniques, all his muscles were mobilized, and his blood and qi surged, but he still felt somewhat tired, especially mentally. Fu Que felt a faint throbbing pain in his temples.
I feel a bit like I'm still hungover.
This has caused Fu Que to be a bit sluggish and unable to react for a moment.
But soon, he understood what was going on. Just like when he first awakened his ability as a painter, Fu Que's consciousness was pulled into the sea of consciousness.
The space of consciousness was still a chaotic mess, but the simple sketch of a swordsman standing with his hand on his sword, which was suspended in it, was covered with a thin layer of gauze.
It was a type of paper similar to the paper children use for practicing calligraphy, but it was more transparent and thinner.