Song Ankang suddenly woke up from this feeling of pleasure when these two lines of notifications appeared on the Fate-Defying Heaven Manual. He could feel that his consciousness power had clearly increased a bit, and there was also the slightly more vigorous and pure Qi and blood of the Seven Wounds in his body. Song Ankang was shocked.
The Fate-Defying Heaven Manual was real, and the information he obtained from it was correct.
With the help of the Fate-Defying Heaven Manual, when Song Ankang cultivated martial arts and battle techniques that had side effects, not only would there be no side effects, but he would even be able to absorb the side effects and turn them into positive effects.
Furthermore, the effect of the Fate Defying Heavenly Book was not limited to martial arts and battle techniques. It also included other things that needed Song Ankang to slowly test out.
Song Ankang couldn't help but circulate the Seven Wounds Demonic Sutra's cultivation method with all his might. The Fate-Defying Heaven Manual's prompt appeared once again, and the skin on his body became hard and flexible at a speed visible to the naked eye. A faint brown light flickered on it.
This light gradually turned brown. In just a few hours of cultivation, it could catch up to half a month of efforts of other martial artists.
When the medicine in his body was almost depleted, Song Ankang finally stopped. He didn't feel like he was drowning in it at all. Instead, he felt clear-headed and comfortable, and he didn't feel any bodily hurt at all.
Since the cultivation method of the Seven Wounds Demonic Sutra could obtain such great benefits, then could the fighting method of the Seven Wounds Demonic Sutra also obtain great benefits?
Song Ankang's eyes lit up thinking about this. The Seven Wounds Demonic Sutra's fighting style appeared in his mind.
There were also seven strokes in the Seven Wounds Demonic Sutra, which were the wound skin fist, the flesh fist, the tendon fist, the bone fist, the internal organs fist and the marrow fist.
The so-called Seven Injuries Fist was to injure oneself first before others. Once a punch was thrown, the first person to be injured would be oneself, followed by others.
The power of each move was abundant, far surpassing fist techniques of the same level. Even though the lethality was astonishing, the side effects were also unimaginable.
If Song Ankang could absorb such a powerful side effect, it would definitely bring him shocking benefits.
It just so happened that the excess energy in his body had been exhausted. Could he try out the Seven Wounds Demonic Sutra's fighting style and see if he could absorb the side effects of the fighting style to increase his own speed of improvement?
Song Ankang was about to give it a try when he heard a knock on the door. "Young master, it's time for dinner. Please open the door."
Song Ankang quickly went to open the door for Qiu Shi. What greeted his eyes was a delicate face with a pout. "Young master is still weak. Why did you come to the training room? It's better to lie in bed and rest."
The light blue dress had already been changed into yellow clothes, outlining the beautiful lines of a young girl. She looked fresh and cute even though she also looked young.
Song Ankang's eyes lit up when he saw Song Ankang's rosy face. "Young master, you recovered so quickly. You don't look weak at all."
"It's all because of the medicinal cuisine. Thank you for the medicinal cuisine you made for me." Song Ankang smiled and pushed the reason to the medicinal cuisine. He would not expose his strength easily, nor would he expose the matter of the Seven Wounds Demonic Sutra before he had enough strength to protect himself. Otherwise, he would definitely attract a lot of trouble.
Qiu Shi giggled upon hearing Song Ankang's words. "Then I'll make more medicinal cuisine for Young Master in the future. Indeed, the five-year-old ginseng is still very effective. Young Master's body will recover after one bowl."
"Initially, I wanted to prepare a five-year ginseng medicinal cuisine for Young Master, but that Liu Yuanqing was too petty. He actually said that there was no more and was only willing to give ginseng that was one to two years old. He was obviously lying. I saw him arranging a bag of five-year ginseng a few days ago."
"Young master is the new Villa Master of Chaoyun Manor. He has the right to these herbs and has a decent monthly salary. Moreover, he is sick now and has the right to use some good stuff. That Liu Yuanqing refused to give it to you. Young master will find an opportunity to teach him a lesson. Unfortunately, Instructor Jiang was sent to the capital by Young master to buy books. If Instructor Jiang was here, Liu Yuanqing would not dare to go overboard…"
The little girl chattered on, feeling indignant for her Young Master. She had a lot of complaints about Liu Yuanqing. The way she bared her teeth made her look like a little tiger. Song Ankang smiled when he saw this. He thought to himself that he had been bullied by the evil servants at the beginning. Now that he was treated like a protagonist, he would have to deal with the evil servants.
However, this seemed to be the first time in his life that he was cared for by such a beautiful girl. She might be very young but this body he currently possessed was also only slightly over eighteen years old.
Song Ankang casually agreed while enjoying the medicinal cuisine seeing the little girl getting more and more enthusiastic as she spoke. As the medicinal cuisine entered his mouth, he felt waves of warm medicinal efficacy growing in his body.
Even though it was not as good as the medicinal cuisine in the afternoon, it would still bring him quite a lot of benefits after digesting it. Soon, he would be able to improve rapidly through training.
Song Ankang finally sent away the grumbling little girl who couldn't wait to nag at him. He smiled and began to practice his skin fist.
According to the host body's memory, this world was extremely scary. Demons wreaked havoc and ghosts were everywhere. They could encounter danger at any time. If one did not have enough strength, they would die once they encountered it.
Even though the Chaoyun Manor was considered safe, Song Ankang couldn't possibly stay in it forever. Furthermore, even if he stayed in the Chaoyun Manor, it was inevitable that he would encounter dangers similar to the big goose.
There were many demons and monsters outside of Chaoyun Manor. They would occasionally come to Chaoyun Manor for fun.
After the afternoon's experience, Song Ankang felt a lot more at ease when he practiced the Skin Fist. He focused all his attention on it. The seven injuries in his body, his blood, Qi, willpower, and his skin… were all improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.
That comfortable feeling made Song Ankang unknowingly become intoxicated. He only woke up naturally when the medicinal energy in his body was exhausted.
The skin on his entire body had turned from brown to dark brown. Of course, if he didn't circulate his qi and blood of the seven wounds, he would still be fair and clean. His skin was better than most girls, needless to say, even better than the Song Ankang on Earth.
Without the extra energy to support himself, he naturally could not continue cultivating. He could also ask Liu Yuanqing for some good ginseng, eat medicinal cuisine or eat it raw.
However, when he thought about Liu Yuanqing's strength, which was at the third minor realm of External Realm, as well as the possible suspicion he might arouse from doing so, Song Ankang felt that it was better to stabilize himself and try out his fighting style.
The Fate-Defying Heaven Manual was so powerful that it could help him effectively turn the side effects into positive effects. But, the side effects of the Seven Wounds Demonic Sutra were far superior to that of the cultivation method. The benefits he would obtain would be even greater with the Fate-Defying Heaven Manual.
Taking a deep breath, Song Ankang recalled the Seven Wounds Demonic Sutra's first fist technique, the Skin Wounding Fist and started to activate this fist technique.