Immortality Martial Arts: I Started with the Five Animals Health Fist

Chapter 340: Chapter 138: Health-preserving Cultivation Techniques! Health-preserving Fist and Health-preserving Skills!_3

The Changchun Technique is the same; it’s a type of health-preserving qi skill, similar to the Turtle Breath Technique. Unless he cultivated the Changchun Technique to a higher realm than the Turtle Breath Technique, his lifespan’s upper limit was unlikely to increase.

If the same type of health-preserving martial arts could really stack, others wouldn’t be fools; they would have already practiced such methods to live for hundreds of years. Obviously, that’s impossible. How could attaining longevity be so simple?

“It’s not that cultivating other health-preserving martial arts is useless, but they must be different types. Just like the Turtle Breath Technique and my Five Animal Frolics, one is a health-preserving fist technique and the other is a health-preserving qi skill. They do not interfere with each other and their focus is different. Hence, the health-preserving martial arts I need should be completely different from the Five Animal Frolics and Turtle Breath Technique, with different focal points of cultivation, to naturally achieve the effect of extending one’s life!”

Su Changkong understood the key to this matter.

Most of the world’s health-preserving martial arts fall into two types, one being health-preserving fist techniques and the other being health-preserving qi skills. The Five Animal Frolics and Turtle Breath Technique both fall into these categories. What Su Changkong needed to cultivate was a martial art different from these two types of health-preserving martial arts to increase his lifespan!

The Pei Family seemed to have none, all four health-preserving martial arts were retrieved from their family’s own collection, with no more available.

But Su Changkong quickly thought of a place where he might be able to obtain such cultivation techniques.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

“Blood Smoke Tower!”

The three words surfaced in Su Changkong’s mind.

Blood Smoke Tower, an incredibly mysterious assassins’ organization with profound heritage, no less than those age-old noble families. Su Changkong had previous contact with an envoy of Blood Smoke Tower, Blood Thirteen, and had taken on a commission. He had obtained the Dragon Blood Pill recipe from him.

Besides, Su Changkong had also acquired a token; with it, he could go to a branch of Blood Smoke Tower to collect or issue commissions.

Since the Pei Family didn’t have health-preserving martial arts different from the health-preserving fist techniques and inner strength, the well-rooted Blood Smoke Tower, with the people and objects they were in contact with, were beyond compare to ordinary individuals.

With this in mind, it was worth checking out the Blood Smoke Tower; perhaps there would be something to gain!

Su Changkong always acted swiftly. Once he thought of something, he would do it.

Su Changkong made a trip to East Forest Mountain. He was concerned that the token he had gotten from Blood Thirteen might have some tracking and positioning method he was unaware of, so he buried it beneath a big tree within East Forest Mountain.

Reaching East Forest Mountain, Su Changkong dug up the blood-colored token from under the huge tree and then set out for Pengsong Town.

According to Blood Thirteen’s instructions when he departed, if Su Changkong wished to issue or accept commissions, he should go to Smoke Cloud Pavilion in Pengsong Town, which was a branch of Blood Smoke Tower.

Pengsong Town, located thousands of miles outside Dafeng State City, was an unremarkable small town—neither bustling nor barren, occasionally hosting travelers.

Setting out at dawn and rushing through the journey, Su Changkong covered the thousand miles by evening, arriving just outside Pengsong Town.

Although Su Changkong was not wearing a mask at this time, he had greatly altered his appearance with the Turtle Breath Bone Changing and Disguise Technique.

To the eye, the present Su Changkong was a nondescript man in his thirties, dressed in black attire, the sort who could disappear into a crowd without being found.

“Smoke Cloud Pavilion.”

Su Changkong entered Pengsong Town, finding the location of Smoke Cloud Pavilion in no time.

Smoke Cloud Pavilion, a title of utmost elegance, was a pavilion surrounded by planted flowers, grass, and green trees, but the footfall of passers-by was sparse. A high-class place like this, it wasn’t easy to find patrons in such a small town.

Su Changkong headed straight for the Smoke Cloud Pavilion.

“Does the gentleman have a reservation?”

At the entrance of Smoke Cloud Pavilion, a young man dressed in white greeted Su Changkong politely.

“Yes.”

Su Changkong, a man of few words, simply responded and then took out the token he had received from Blood Thirteen from within his robes.

“Please follow me.”

The youth in white kept a neutral expression and invited Su Changkong inside the Smoke Cloud Pavilion.

“Please wait a moment.”

The youth led Su Changkong to a private VIP room on the second floor, bowed, and then left the room.

Su Changkong sat in a chair, waiting quietly. Although Smoke Cloud Pavilion was a branch of Blood Smoke Tower, on his way in, he sensed that the attendants seemed like ordinary people, which indicated they practiced a highly advanced Concealment technique.

Blood Smoke Tower indeed existed for many long years and was an organization with profound heritage.

Su Changkong didn’t have to wait long; soon, an elderly man in green clothes entered the private room.

The elderly man appeared kind and benevolent, over sixty years of age, and bore no signs of being part of the management of an assassins’ organization.

Wearing a smile, the elderly man in green sat opposite Su Changkong and introduced himself, “My name is Blood Eighteen, and I am in charge of this branch. How may I address you?”

“My surname is Niu.”

Su Changkong, still reserved in manner, fabricated a surname on the spot.

The elderly man in green didn’t seem to mind. Blood Smoke Tower wouldn’t concern themselves with customers’ identities or names—they only recognized the token, not the person.

The token Su Changkong held was issued by an envoy of Blood Smoke Tower, which indicated that Su Changkong was no ordinary person and was qualified to actively engage in commissions with Blood Smoke Tower.

Smiling, Blood Eighteen in green asked, “Mr. Niu, are you here to issue or to accept a commission? You may state your specific requests.”

Su Changkong, not wasting any words, stated directly, “Whether issuing or accepting a commission, I want a health-preserving martial art.”

“A health-preserving martial art?”

The elderly man in green was taken aback. While health-preserving martial arts were rare, obtaining them wasn’t actually so difficult. Most health-preserving fist techniques and innner strength skills weren’t particularly mysterious or profound, and just like the Turtle Breath Technique, they could be purchased as long as one had the money.