The herbalist had his own idea and said, "Give him spiritual blood to drink, a lot of it, keep him drinking! Each time spiritual blood can improve his constitution to some extent. If he drinks a great deal of it, although it may not be able to stimulate a Spiritual Body, his physical quality will definitely be stronger than that of any Spiritual Body!"

"Knock out a dragon with one punch."

The village chief smiled and said, "It will surely scare those bastards outside the Great Wilderness to death."

The two men looked at each other and smiled. The herbalist walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

The next day, the villagers brought in several more iron-boned tigers, green flood dragon snakes, thunderbirds, and golden tortoises. These old men and women had a goal now and were full of energy. However, it made the herbalist angry: "Letting him drink too much spiritual blood at once will kill him!"

The mute blacksmith, who had dragged in two thunderbirds, grinned. There was no tongue in his mouth.

"Mu'er can take it!" Granny Si had full confidence in Qin Mu.

The herbalist glared at them and stopped talking. He took out the insect eggs and continued to refine the blood. However, something still went wrong. There was a bit more of the blood of the four spiritual beings this time. After Qin Mu drank it, his body swelled up like it was being inflated, making the old men and women very nervous. They were afraid that he would explode with a bang.

The herbalist took out several hollow silver needles and inserted them into Qin Mu's back and the top of his head. Then, red, blue, and purple airflows were hissing out from the holes of the silver needles.

After a while, the silver needles stopped emitting air. The herbalist took out the needles and glared at the old men and women again: "Go step by step. You want to stuff him like a pig in one go, and you'll just kill him! Now he's still feeling too full. You all have something to do. Later, the butcher can practice knife skills with him, Grandpa Ma can practice boxing with him, and Lame, you accompany him to practice leg skills to help him digest."

"Mu'er, come and practice knife skills!"

The butcher propped himself up with his hands and actually jumped up, landing on a single wooden stake. He didn't have a lower body, and his upper body stood on the wooden stake, about the same height as Qin Mu.

The butcher held two pig-killing knives in his hands. Unlike ordinary pig-killing knives, which were less than a foot long, had round wooden handles, and the blades were in an arc shape, looking like three-quarters of a moon had been cut off.

The pig-killing knives in the butcher's hands looked similar to ordinary ones, but they were several sizes larger. The knives were three feet and two inches long, with thick backs and thin blades, polished to a shine. When the two knives were put together, they were like two arched doors, incredibly large.

The pig-killing knife in Qin Mu's hand was also of the same size, but he only had one knife, and it was very heavy. One knife weighed more than twenty jin. Normally, the young man could only lift one knife. But since he had taken the blood of the four spiritual beings, his strength had increased a lot compared to before, and he didn't feel the weight when he lifted the pig-killing knife with one hand.

"Grandpa Butcher, be careful!"

Qin Mu held the knife in one hand and charged towards the butcher on the wooden stake. The butcher laughed heartily. Although he only had half a body, he still looked heroic.

Night Battle in the Continuous Wind and Rain!

Qin Mu's single knife flew up and down, and his feet moved as he slashed towards the butcher. The light of the knife became faster and faster, and the howling of the wind merged into one continuous sound.

"Slow, slow, you're too slow!"

The butcher shouted, and his two knives flew like rain. The clanging sounds of the collisions were like raindrops hitting pear blossoms. He said sharply, "Faster! Faster! Your pig-killing knife can be even faster! The move 'Night Battle in the Continuous Wind and Rain' requires speed. The pig-killing knife should be as fast as the wind and rain in the night, spreading all over the city! Make it even faster for me!"

The light of the knife became even faster, like three silver dragons shuttling up and down around the wooden stake. The sound of the wind became louder and louder, and the hissing knife qi mixed with the sound of the wind. When the knife landed, deep marks suddenly appeared on the ground.

Those were knife marks.

"Very good, it should be this fast! The faster your knife is, the stronger the knife qi will be. But you're still not fast enough. You need to be so fast that your knife intent is like a raging fire, burning, and burning even more!"

The butcher was like a madman, wielding the knives with both hands, making Qin Mu dazzled. He shouted, "Burn! Burn! Let your knife burn, let your qi burn, let your spirit burn! After burning, that's a supernatural power!"

Whoosh—

As his knife cut through the air, it actually caught fire due to the friction with the air. The two knives were like two fire dragons shuttling back and forth, and the momentum became more and more astonishing.

The fire dragons rushed straight towards Qin Mu. Qin Mu had no way to block them. Suddenly, the two fire dragons soared into the sky, tearing through the night sky above the Crippled Elderly Village, which was extremely astonishing.

Qin Mu was stunned. The butcher's knife skills were really terrifying.

Above the village, the darkness surged in and swallowed up the fire dragons, the light of the knives, and the knife qi.

The darkness seemed to have a life of its own. It seemed very angry that the butcher had raised his knife and cut towards the darkness. The extremely oppressive darkness pressed towards the village, as if it were going to swallow the village.

However, the light of the stone statues at the four corners of the village suddenly became a bit brighter, pushing the darkness back.

"Damn the heavens!"

The butcher held the knives in both hands and stood on the wooden stake, shouting towards the sky. He was a bit crazy: "Sooner or later, I'll split this darkness open, and sooner or later, I'll fight my way back! What was cut off from me was my waist, and what I lost were my legs, but not my head! I want to kill..."

"Grandpa Butcher has gone crazy again. But Grandpa Butcher's knife is really too fast. He has turned his knife skills into a supernatural power. When will I be able to practice as fast as him?"

Qin Mu looked at the crazy butcher with admiration, put down the pig-killing knife, and went to find Grandpa Ma, who had only one arm.

"The butcher's knife needs to cut out flames to be a supernatural power, and my boxing needs to produce the sound of thunder to be a supernatural power!"

Grandpa Ma had a serious expression. He clenched his single fist, and his bones cracked. He said calmly, "Mu'er, when you can hold lightning in your hand, your boxing can be considered to have achieved some success. The butcher's knife is very fast, and my boxing breaks through the limitations of sound and the constraints of the air, bursting out unparalleled power! You can practice boxing with one hand. One hand is also a thousand hands. One hand can also produce the sound of thunder and lightning!"

Rumble—

A dull thunderclap came. That was the punch thrown by Grandpa Ma, which sounded like thunder.

Boom boom boom!

A series of thunderclaps came. Qin Mu could hardly catch the speed of Grandpa Ma's punches with his naked eyes. The afterimages of the punches made him see that Grandpa Ma, who had only one arm, no longer seemed to have just one arm, but seemed to have thousands of arms.

Grandpa Ma's punches became faster and faster. Those thousands of arms actually held lightning in their palms. The sizzling electric light, with each blow, was accompanied by rolling thunder and splashing electric sparks!

"This is the Thousand-Handed Buddha in the Eight Styles of Thunder Sound! As long as your punch is faster than the speed of sound, you can control the thunder. With each punch and palm strike, you can destroy the opponent's soul and body, making them doomed and never able to be reborn!"

Grandpa Ma retracted his punch and said in a solemn voice, "Use the Eight Styles of Thunder Sound that I taught you to attack me. Produce the sound of thunder, hold lightning in your hand, and control the thunder!"

Qin Mu composed himself. The skills taught to him by Grandpa Ma and Grandpa Butcher today were different from before. In the past, they had taught him how to practice knife skills and boxing, but this time, they both mentioned a word.

Supernatural power!

This word was a bit unfamiliar to him. It was the first time he had heard it.

Qin Mu used the Eight Styles of Thunder Sound and attacked Grandpa Ma. Although Grandpa Ma had only one arm, he casually blocked all of Qin Mu's attacks without any effort.

Unlike the butcher, who seemed crazy but always knew his limits when facing off with Qin Mu and had never hurt him, Grandpa Ma showed no mercy. As soon as there was a flaw in Qin Mu's move, he would throw a punch. Although the punches were not heavy, soon Qin Mu was black and blue all over.

It was not until Qin Mu couldn't continue that Grandpa Ma let him take a rest.

"Legs are the wind, the earth, and the root of strength."

The lame man leaned on a crutch. He only had one leg left, but it was he who taught Qin Mu leg skills. In the past, Qin Mu thought that Grandpa Lame was the most normal person in the village. He always smiled honestly, giving people a very reliable feeling.

However, since Grandpa Lame had stabbed to death the woman who crawled out of the cowhide by the riverside with an honest smile, Qin Mu was no longer so sure.

Grandpa Lame's smile was a smile with a hidden dagger. No one knew whether his smile was genuine or fake.

He smiled at Qin Mu and said, "Mu'er, the butcher brags about his knife, and Grandpa Ma brags about his boxing, but the real supernatural power lies in the legs. If you can't hack the opponent to death and can't beat them, what should you do? Of course, you should run! Life is the most important thing! Life is not just about poetry and distant places, but also about making do! So, staying alive is victory! As long as you can run fast enough, you can run on the wall, on the water, and even in the sky! If you run fast enough, everything is flat ground. Fire and air are all flat ground! When you run so fast that the sound can't catch up with you behind your ears, then you can be considered to have initially mastered the supernatural power of leg skills. Mu'er, come on, put on the iron ingots."