Infinite Fire Record

Chapter 8: The Medicine Clan Technique

Yutian held a wolf-hair brush in his hand, casually gliding it across the rice paper.

“Fighting Technique, Martial Technique.”

As he murmured, four large characters had already taken shape beneath his hand. He gazed at them, a long sigh escaping his lips.

“Fighting skill is rough, martial skill is weak.”

His sigh transformed into a low chant.

In the World of Doublestorms, the higher the grade of a fighting skill, the greater the amount of fighting qi required to unleash its full power. Dou Techniques relied solely on energy—there was no such thing as finesse or intricate technique.

Whoever possessed the most Dou Qi, whoever had the highest quality of Dou Qi, was the strongest. Combat was nothing more than an exchange of raw power.

Yutian’s brush moved once more, and with a slow stroke, the four characters blurred into a ball of black ink.

A glint of insight flashed through his eyes, and a faint smile curved his lips. In the world of the Divine Eagle, or the martial arts world, technique is honed to its limit. There is no concept of aura or overwhelming energy—only the mastery of skill. Combat skills reach their peak through technique alone.

In the world of Dou Dou, energy reigns supreme. Even a low-grade technique can invoke powerful auras. But if Fighting Skills and Martial Arts could be merged… they would form an entirely new power.

A confident smile lingered on his lips as the flame mark at the center of his brows flickered, a majestic aura rising within him.

Bang… Bang…

The knocking at his door drew his attention.

“Tian’er, Mother is coming in.” A clear and melodious voice, like a song, filled the air.

Yutian shifted his gaze and saw a stunning woman enter. He set down the wolf-hair brush, his lips curving slightly. “Mother, you came.”

The woman was none other than Huang Rong, the most intelligent woman in Jin Yong’s writings. She smiled warmly as she placed a food box on the table. “Mother made you longevity noodles. Today is your fifth birthday.”

“Oh.” His faint response made Huang Rong sigh.

As Yutian opened the food box, the rich aroma of noodles filled the air, making his fingers twitch involuntarily. He picked up the porcelain bowl and chopsticks, savoring the meal slowly.

Huang Rong watched him, her expression gentle but tinged with sorrow.

“Tian’er, today is an important day. Go and kowtow to your Grandpa Ke, and apologize to your father. I believe they will forgive you.”

A frown creased Yutian’s brows. He set his chopsticks down and straightened his posture, a cold smile tugging at his lips. “Impossible.”

His resolute tone deepened the sadness in Huang Rong’s face.

“Mother, I have come to understand many things over the years. Guo Jing, having been deeply influenced by Quanzhen’s teachings and Ma Yu’s Confucian ideals, sees me as nothing more than a demon child. He has never shown me a sliver of love. Such a father—I do not acknowledge him.” His voice remained indifferent, cold. “As for that blind old man with his arrogant self-confidence and contempt for the world… I still do not understand why he did not die years ago.”

His words echoed in the empty room, and tears welled in Huang Rong’s eyes. She leaped forward, embracing him tightly. “My poor child…”

Yutian felt a warmth in his heart but only smiled coldly. “Mother, you should return. Otherwise, he will not be pleased. The Song Dynasty’s customs, forcing a woman into confinement for life, make existence worse than death. A man who once fought alongside a woman now uses tradition to imprison her. Mother, I can only grieve for you.”

Huang Rong fell silent, unable to refute him.

Shortly after, she left, and Yutian remained alone in the empty room. He exhaled a long sigh before picking up a book and flipping it open. The cover bore the title Bi Bo Palm Technique. Though it was primarily a palm technique, it also contained Bi Bo Palm, Bi Bo Gong, and Bi Bo Steps.

The Bi Bo Palm Technique is the foundational martial art of Peach Blossom Island. Its palm techniques are like waves, flowing continuously with layered strength. Though basic, it already embodies the core principles of Peach Blossom Island’s martial arts.

His cold gaze swept across the text as he muttered, “Bi Bo Steps

Setting the book aside, he reached for a piece of beast skin lying on the table. Its origin was unknown, but inscribed upon it was a single rune.

Yutian picked up his wolf-hair brush and carefully wrote: Pill Clan Technique.

The Pill Clan’s Merit Law—the foundational cultivation method of the ancient Pill Clan.

He studied the text, marveling that the Medicine Clan was truly worthy of being one of the Eight Great Clans of the Ancient World. Even a basic technique for absorbing spiritual qi is extraordinary.

The technique he held was the starting cultivation method for Pill Clan children. In the world of Dou Dou, before becoming a Dou Shi, one first had to cultivate the Qi of Dou—divided into nine stages, its purpose to temper the body and strengthen the bones.

In Dou Broken World, all Qi of Dou cultivation methods were considered equal, with similar effects.

But the Pill Clan Technique was different.

Yutian meticulously copied the entire method onto rice paper, his gaze sharpening. If this were an ordinary Qi of Dou technique, I would have discarded it. The Divine Eagle World has a little aura, and even if one cultivates the Qi of Dou method to absorb aura, it would take decades just to reach the ninth stage.

However, the Pill Clan’s method is unique. It does not rely on aura but on pill qi. The medicinal fragrance of pills replaces aura, transforming into Qi of Dou. Moreover, this technique includes methods for purifying the toxic properties of pills. After all, medicine is inherently poisonous. In this world, the aura is scarce, but I possess elixirs—elixirs refined by the Medicine Elder.

Yutian placed down his brush, his cold gaze shifting to the rice paper spread before him.

“Pill Clan Technique, Bi Bo Palm Technique—one from the Doublestar World, the other from the Divine Eagle World. One tempers the body, and the other refines qi. Together, they form a perfect balance.”

His voice, though soft, carried a profound weight through the silent room.