"Lame Grandpa's legwork is so fast that he can run up into the sky—then who cut off his legs? Master Huo's fist is so formidable—then who cut off his right arm? And Butcher Grandpa's blade—who could break through that blade and cut him in two at the waist?" Having seen the true abilities of the Butcher, Master Huo, and Lame Weng, Shen Mu was both admiring and bewildered. After finishing his leg training with Lame Weng, he had at last digested the power of the Four Poles blood, and his constitution had improved—only this time it had worn him half to death, and he wanted nothing more than to collapse and snore. Yet this was only the beginning of his torments. Almost every day, the old men and old women of the village would catch a few fierce beasts, refine them into Four Poles blood, and force it down his throat. After the blood came frantic training, until they had wrung every last drop of strength from him and only then let him rest. Besides Lame Weng's legwork, one-armed Master Huo's fists, and the Butcher's knife, he also had to learn smithing from the Silent Smith, calligraphy and painting from the Deaf Elder, and from the Blind Elder he learned to judge wind and position by hearing—then, blindfolded, he dueled the Blind Elder with a staff. When he was truly too exhausted to go on, the Village Head would summon him to sit and practice breathing together. The Village Head said the breathing method he taught was a skill specifically meant for training the Overlord Body, called the Mystic Body Three-Elixir Art, and it was quite remarkable. Though Shen Mu could not perceive how remarkable this so-called Overlord Body Three-Elixir Mystic Art was, following the Village Head's breathing made the fatigue of his whole body melt away, and before long he was glowing with vigor, so he found the art truly miraculous. "Village Head, what you are teaching him is the most ordinary Qi-Drawing Art, is it not?" The Pill Master's eyes flickered; only after Shen Mu had walked far away did he speak in a low voice. "Correct, the Qi-Drawing Art." The Village Head did not deny it. "Each of the Four Great Spirit Bodies has its own art. The Azure Dragon Spirit Body cultivates Azure Dragon Qi, the White Tiger Spirit Body cultivates White Tiger Qi, the Vermilion Bird Spirit Body cultivates Vermilion Bird Qi, and the Black Tortoise Spirit Body cultivates Black Tortoise Qi. But Shen'er's body does not contain the primordial qi of any of these four attributes, so he cannot cultivate the arts of the Four Great Spirit Bodies. None of our arts can he master. The only thing I can teach him is the simplest art, one that even ordinary people can practice—the Qi-Drawing Art. Only the Qi-Drawing Art has no attribute." The Pill Master said doubtfully, "But the Qi-Drawing Art is too simple and too common. Cultivating it at best makes one a martial artist; there is little to be gained." The Village Head wore a strange expression. "I used to think so too, but now I have realized that we may have underestimated the lowest of arts. Shen'er has been practicing the Qi-Drawing Art with me since he was a child, and his primordial qi is already extremely powerful. It is only that this qi has no attribute, so it cannot release its might." The Pill Master's expression shifted. "How strong?" "If his primordial qi had the Azure Dragon attribute of yours, Pill Master, then his current cultivation would already be equal to half the power of your Primal Embryo Divine Treasury." The Pill Master was startled and blurted, "I have already broken through the Heaven-Origin Wall and opened the Heaven-Man Divine Treasury. Over these years I have developed the Spirit Embryo, Five Radiance, Six Harmony, and other divine treasuries to their absolute limits! Half the cultivation of my Primal Embryo Divine Treasury already equals the peak of a martial artist! He has not even opened his Primal Embryo Divine Treasury, yet his cultivation has reached the martial peak. If he opens it, would his cultivation not be several times that of the Four Great Spirit Bodies who have opened theirs? Is this still the Qi-Drawing Art?" The Village Head was equally uncertain. "This Qi-Drawing Art, found everywhere, is indeed somewhat mysterious. Though simple, its foundation is incomparably solid—solid beyond imagining. Shen'er has actually been cultivating it for eight years. Eight years is no short time. At first his progress was slow, but lately I have noticed his cultivation advancing faster and faster. Particularly in these days after taking the Four Poles blood, his speed is frightening! Were the Qi-Drawing Art not so common, I would almost take it for some incredible divine art..." The two exchanged odd looks. The Pill Master exhaled a mouthful of stale breath and shook his head. "However deep his cultivation, it is useless after all. Without an attribute, his primordial qi cannot unleash any power. How far do you think he can cultivate the Qi-Drawing Art?" The Village Head's face grew even stranger. "I do not know." The Pill Master nodded, understanding what he meant. The Qi-Drawing Art was the lowest and most elementary of cultivation arts, often used to lay a foundation in childhood. After the age of ten or so, a child's bones and constitution had set; once he could withstand the impact of spirit blood and had been tested to determine his spirit body, there was no longer any need to keep practicing the Qi-Drawing Art. After breaking through the wall, there were better arts, and no one needed to work hard at the Qi-Drawing Art. And an ordinary person, even if he practiced the Qi-Drawing Art forever, could never consume spirit blood every day the way Shen Mu did. Those who had such resources were the great aristocratic clans, but the great clans would never waste vast quantities of resources on disciples of ordinary aptitude. No great clan would, like the villagers of Hidden Remnant Village, keep hunting the four spirit beasts to lavish heavy nourishment on a common fellow like Shen Mu. The Village Head had never heard of anyone cultivating the Qi-Drawing Art to its limit, nor had he ever seen anyone reach even Shen Mu's current level. So he did not know how far Shen Mu would be able to go in the future. What shocked the Village Head and the Pill Master was that, in the training that followed, Shen Mu's cultivation became ever deeper. This lowest of arts displayed something extraordinary in him, making his foundation incomparably firm and dependable! A month later, he could bear several times as much Four Poles blood as before, and his primordial qi was as deep as if he had opened the Primal Embryo Divine Treasury—even more massive! But though his qi was deep, it had no attribute, so it could not unleash any power, and therefore his cultivation remained hidden. There were benefits, however. His ability to take blows was extremely strong, and his recovery was very fast. After sparring in blades with the Butcher, he would immediately go to practice fists with Master Huo; then he dueled the Blind Elder blindfolded with a staff; afterward he studied legwork with Lame Weng; and then he went to the Silent Smith and swung a hundred-catty hammer at the forge. Under such high-intensity training, he needed only a little breathing, a little practice of the so-called Mystic Body Three-Elixir Art, and in a moment he was radiant again, full of a hundredfold vigor! The effect of the Mystic Body Three-Elixir Art startled the Village Head as well, and he had the Pill Master secretly examine Shen Mu's body, lest the excessive excitement leave hidden problems. After the examination, the Pill Master said with a strange expression, "It is not excitement, and there are no hidden problems. It is simply that his primordial qi is that strong—it has already begun to improve his physical body." The Village Head was baffled too. For all his past glories and vast experience, he had never seen anything like Shen Mu, who had cultivated the most ordinary Qi-