One pound of meat equals one attribute point.

Chapter 3 Lessons
"I feel that Junior Brother's cultivation has improved again."

In Chunyang Martial Arts Hall, Ning Wantong was having dinner with his father Ning Zhibai. Ning Wantong was picking at the rice in the bowl, raised her head, and suddenly said this to Ning Zhibai across the candlelight on the table.

"Junior brother?"

Ning Zhibai wiped the rice grains stuck to the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand and asked in confusion, "Which junior brother, Su Heng?"

"Yeah." Ning Wantong nodded.

"He has only been practicing Pure Yang Gong for less than three months, how can we see any improvement?" Ning Zhibai said with a disapproving expression, smiling, "Pure Yang Gong is an authentic Taoist mental method that requires a lot of practice. Even if the boy has good talent, it would be hard to see any improvement without more than ten years of practice."

"Really?" Ning Wantong agreed sullenly.

Ning Zhibai smiled, but his expression was a little stiff. He looked at his daughter, and he didn't know if it was because of the candlelight or some other reason, but her fair face was red. Ning Zhibai frowned slightly and asked suspiciously, "You are not... attracted to her, are you?"

"That's impossible!" Ning Wantong's eyes widened. "There's such a big age gap between him and me, how could this be possible?"

"All right……"

Ning Zhibai didn't ask any more questions and waited until the meal was over. Ning Wantong stayed to clean up the dishes, while Ning Zhibai held a candle and went to the second floor of the practice room. After dinner every day, he would come here alone to sit in meditation for a while, practice his mind, and reflect on his gains and shortcomings of the day.

Over the past decade, this practice has become a habit.

This time is no exception.

The moonlight outside the window was bright and clear, and the frosty white moonlight was like a hazy mist that penetrated the open window and filled the room. Even without the light from the candle, the scene inside the room was clearly visible.

Ning Zhibai sat down cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed.

He quickly recalled the conversation he had with Su Heng earlier.

Ning Zhibai's physique and talent were only average, and he had practiced the Pure Yang Technique for decades before he could reach the third level. However, his master, the Taoist Nanshan, who had passed away more than ten years ago, was a famous master in the martial arts world and had touched the limits of the Pure Yang Technique.

Taoist Nanshan once lamented that there was something missing between heaven and earth, so that martial arts could not be perfected.

If he had been born three hundred years earlier, perhaps he could have stepped into a completely different world.

Ning Zhibai was young at that time.

I didn't take this complaint to heart. I just felt that my master was too pretentious. He was already a well-known master in the martial arts world, but he said seriously that I was just a newcomer who had not yet stepped into the threshold of martial arts.

He was still wondering when he could become a master and say the same words to his disciples.

"Hey……"

Under the bright moonlight, Ning Zhibai sighed.

As he grew older, his dreams from his youth became more and more distant. Now, just to survive and spread the Pure Yang Gong of the Taoist Nanshan, all his energy was consumed. He no longer had the ambitions he once had. Looking back on the past, he only had some regrets.

"Above the Grandmaster level, one is reborn. Does the realm that Master talked about really exist?"

Ning Zhibai opened his eyes while in reverie.

On the wooden table in front of me.

A broken porcelain cup turned into powder, forming a small pile at the corner of the wooden table.

Ning Zhibai was stunned at first, then rubbed his eyes, lowered his head closer, and even lit a candle to make sure he was not seeing things.

"This……"

The second floor of the training room was empty, with nothing else in it.

Su Heng was the only one on the second floor throughout the afternoon, and he left quietly in the evening.

Recalling what Ning Wantong said just now, Su Heng's cultivation seemed to have improved again.

"Could it be..." An incredible guess appeared in Ning Zhibai's mind, "Could it be that this porcelain cup was crushed into powder by Su Heng's palm power alone!!!"

"Is that human being!?"

Ning Zhibai subconsciously grasped the other porcelain cup in his hand and exerted force with his five fingers, but the cup did not move at all, and his fingers felt a sharp pain instead. "It's broken!"

Ning Zhibai looked up at the bright moon outside the window, his mind going blank, "Could it be that this boy has really developed something out of this Pure Yang Kung? But my master, Taoist Nanshan, has been practicing for thirty years and has never been able to do this, but he has achieved it in just three months... How is this possible!"

……

"You just run outside all day long, not doing anything serious and not coming home. The three of us are waiting for you here, and the food has already gone cold."

In the Su Mansion, in a spacious and bright room.

Su Heng's father, Old Man Su, was tapping his fingers on the dining table. The oil lamp above was swaying back and forth, reflecting Su Heng's slightly helpless expression.

"Actually, you don't have to wait for me." After Old Master Su finally finished his temper, Su Heng said helplessly, "You guys eat yours first, and I can eat the leftovers when I come back. Besides, there are so many servants in the mansion, you can open a separate kitchen for me."

"How dare you talk back!" Old Master Su felt that his dignity as the head of the family was challenged and his eyes widened.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry." Mother Su on the other side quickly reached out and held Grandpa Su's shoulder, and comforted him softly, "Hasn't Xiaoheng been practicing martial arts in that martial arts hall these days? I see that he has become a lot stronger recently. He must have worked hard."

"Humph!" Old Master Su snorted coldly, "What's the point of practicing martial arts?"

"Now the world is peaceful, and the court values ​​civil officials over military officials. Even if you are a good fighter, what can you do? Even if you are a so-called master in the martial arts world, if you are besieged by seven or eight archers holding powerful crossbows, you will die if you are not careful. What's more, there are skilled craftsmen in the court who have developed fire lances. Even if an ordinary person holds it in his hand, it can pose a threat to the master from a hundred steps away."

"So, studying hard and passing the imperial examination is the right way." Another childish voice came from Su Heng's side. This was his younger brother, Su Shang. In addition, Su Heng also had a sister who was two years older than him, named Su Li.

The younger brother Su Shang was only twelve years old, with fair skin, delicate features, red lips and white teeth, and was as pretty as a little girl. But at this moment, he sat at the dining table with a serious face, trying to act like a little adult, shaking his head and saying to Su Heng, "Second brother, you are almost an adult, and your parents are not young anymore, don't let them..."

Sushant couldn't finish his words.

Because Su Heng was tilting his head and looking down at him, with no expression on his face, but inexplicably looking a little scary.

Su Shang couldn't hold it in any longer, he shuddered and asked in a trembling voice, "Second brother?"

Su Heng didn't say anything, but took out two chopsticks from the bamboo tube and handed them to his little brother. Su Shang took them, but there was a puzzled look on his face.

"Break it hard." Su Heng said.

Su Shang was a little confused, but he did as he was told. He used his thighs as a fulcrum and exerted force with both hands. There was a crisp sound, and the two chopsticks were easily broken.

Su Heng waved his hand.

He took out all the chopsticks from the bamboo tube and handed them to Su Shang.

"Try again this time?"

Su Shang did as he was told. Dozens of pairs of chopsticks gathered together, and they were obviously two times thicker than Su Shang's arms. It was a bit difficult for him to hold them with his two small hands, let alone break the chopsticks.

"I understand." Su Shang looked up at Su Heng and said carefully, "A pair of chopsticks can be easily broken, but many pairs of chopsticks put together cannot be shaken at all. Second brother wants to tell me in this way that brothers and sisters in my Su family should be harmonious and friendly, and help each other, so that we can protect this huge family business."

"Well said..." Su Heng smiled. The younger brother was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then Su Heng changed the subject and said, "Unfortunately, you didn't get to the point."

Under Su Shang's puzzled gaze, Su Heng reached out and grasped all the chopsticks in his hand.

A big hand stretched out in front of Su Shang. The thick wrist was almost as thick as an ordinary person's calf. As Su Heng exerted force, veins on his wrist bulged, and thick dark blue veins protruded outward.

In the orange-yellow firelight, the smile on Su Heng's face became even wider.

Click!

There was a crisp sound.

This was followed by a series of crackling sounds like firecrackers.

With just his terrifying wrist strength, Su Heng broke dozens of pairs of chopsticks with one hand. The irregularly broken chopsticks fell on the table, bounced up, and then fell again.

Su Shang opened his eyes wide, with a little fear on his face, but more of it was disbelief.

The worldview he had formed over the past twelve years was violently reshaped by his brother. The room was silent, and after a few breaths, a slight sound was heard - it was the chopsticks in Mr. Su's hand that fell under the table.

(End of this chapter)