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Chapter 27, Black Yuan

Zhuang Jin and Qian Wende were arguing, and Xiang Qichen interrupted them as the boss of the dormitory, but was silently retorted by Zhuang Jin, which made him feel embarrassed.

Of the remaining two people, Lin Hong watched the scene without saying a word and stood aside, not getting involved. To him, Zhuang Jin and Qian Wende were just roommates he had just met, and there was no distinction between close and distant relatives, so he would not interrupt. However, he had his own yardstick in his heart, and he observed each person's character from this incident.

"Hey, calm down, it's just a matter of a berth. Dezi, if you want, why not..." Xiong Lei spoke at this time, trying to smooth things over and preparing to give up his berth.

"Brother Xiong!" Zhuang Jin interrupted.

Not everyone can be nice to everyone. Many times, your weakness and concession will only be seen as a soft persimmon that is easy to take advantage of.

Xiong Lei didn't understand Zhuang Jin's meaning and waved his hand, saying, "It's nothing, just one bunk. Dezi, if you're afraid of the cold and want to sleep on the lower bunk, can we switch?"

"That's great, thank you Brother Xiong! Brother Xiong is so generous!" Qian Wende immediately climbed up the pole and settled the matter.

You know, Xiong Lei's berth is better than Zhuang Jin's, but now he is so stupid... well, so generous as to give it up. It's really a pleasant surprise.

When Zhuang Jin saw this scene, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he felt exhausted and unable to carry the team: Xiong Lei, it’s true that your family is a butcher, but you can’t be a pig teammate!

Originally, he had already resolved the matter, but Xiong Lei insisted on coming forward to smooth things over. Now, he was defeated by someone else's words, and he was also stepped on by Yin and Yang.

"Brother Xiong, you don't have to do it, I'll do it!" Qian Wende said, and immediately rolled up Xiong Lei's bedding, moved it to the lower bunk of the bed at the door, and then moved his own bedding over.

"Fuck, do you have to do this?!" Xiong Lei was stunned when he saw Qian Wende being so proactive and decisive, and cursed with a smile.

Looking at this scene, Zhuang Jin knew that Xiong Lei's laughter and scolding were not out of anger, but rather a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction from being needed; Qian Wende was also laughing, with a wide smile on his face. He could probably guess the other party's psychological activities, and while feeling secretly proud, he cursed Xiong Lei as a fool in his heart.

In fact, it was indeed so. At this moment, Qian Wende was secretly sighing in his heart: "Xiong Lei, this fool, is really easy to talk to. He is easier to talk to than I thought. I can take advantage of him more in the future."

At this point, Zhuang Jin did not say anything extra. He lowered his head and silently made the bed. However, some thoughts also arose in his mind: I used to think that Xiong Lei was honest and easy to talk to, but now it seems that he is a little... stupid and can't tell his side.

He was wondering if he should be more cautious in the future and keep a little distance.

Over here, Qian Wende quickly spread out his bedding, clapped his hands, and stood up and said, "Brother Xiang, Brother Lin, Brother Xiong, Brother Zhuang, shall we go eat together?"

I have to admire this guy's thick skin. He was arguing just now, but he turned around and called "Brother Zhuang" affectionately.

"You guys go ahead, I've already eaten." Zhuang Jin declined politely. After watching them leave the dormitory, he took the Black Yuan Powder and went to the martial arts training ground.

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Coming to the Xuanzi No. 1 martial arts training ground, compared to the Huangzi No. 1 martial arts training ground where he practiced martial arts as a student, this training ground has a row of quiet rooms next to it, which are obviously designed to facilitate the practice of quiet exercises.

Zhuang Jin took out a package of Black Yuan Powder and opened it. A bitter, slightly sweet medicinal aroma greeted him. "According to Chang Bo, the Black Yuan Powder we use is of low quality, but each package still contains a ten-year-old Black Jade Grass, which contains great tonic properties."

Don't underestimate ten-year-old medicinal herbs. It seems that some medicines are dozens or hundreds of years old. The fact is that ten-year-old medicinal herbs are quite difficult to obtain, and those medicines that are dozens or hundreds of years old are extremely precious, more like luxury goods, and are rarely used. On the contrary, Black Yuan Powder is a daily consumable, and there are so many warriors.

Zhuang Jin pondered this and thought: "If we plant and cultivate herbs normally, it would probably be a drop in the bucket and difficult to supply so many warriors. I wonder how the Shen family achieves this?" "Perhaps there is another method in this extraordinary world that can make the medicinal effects of a year's cultivation equivalent to several years?" He couldn't figure it out, so he suppressed it for the time being.

Zhuang Jin collected his thoughts and looked at the Black Yuan Powder. It was called 'powder' because the various herbs were mixed and crushed into powder. He took a small sip, chewed it, and swallowed it.

I can only say that Heiyuansan is worthy of being an advanced version of Kailuotang. It tastes extremely bitter at first, like swallowing Coptis chinensis raw. Not long after swallowing it, you will feel burning all over your body, and your internal organs will feel a sharp pain like a knife scraping.

He put away the Black Yuan Powder and began to practice standing meditation to refine the medicinal power of the Black Yuan Powder. Soon, a powerful internal energy was generated in his body, comparable to the Kailuo Decoction he took when he was a martial artist.

Zhuang Jin immediately went to the side and found a quiet room to go in and prepare to practice the meditation technique. He had already read the meditation technique booklet he had received. Thanks to the nightly review of acupoints and meridians, he was already familiar with the knowledge. In his opinion, the meditation technique was not difficult to get started.

After memorizing it several times to make sure there were no omissions, he began to practice, carefully circulating and purifying the internal energy he had refined earlier in the first meridian.

After about a cup of tea, he condensed the internal energy that he had just refined from the Black Yuan Powder through meditation. The internal energy in the first meridian became much stronger, and his whole body felt warm, like a furnace. The pain in his internal organs caused by taking the Black Yuan Powder was completely gone, and was replaced by an indescribable comfort.

"Is this what Master Ping said, about refining the Black Yuan Powder's medicinal power and repairing the damage?"

He stood up and moved around. Perhaps the improvement in his physique was too subtle to be felt, but he did notice a slight increase in his body weight. His eyes lit up slightly, "I understand. During this kind of static exercise, the internal energy circulates through the various acupuncture points in the meridians. This not only condenses the internal energy and repairs damage, but also strengthens the body's functions. With this accumulation over time, even when the internal energy is not mobilized, the warrior's various physical functions will far exceed those of ordinary people."

"I have only just begun practicing Jing Gong. If one reaches a higher level, such as the Four Classics, Seven Classics, or even higher levels, how much stronger would one's body be if one practices Jing Gong for years? I'm afraid it has already reached an inhuman level."

After sighing, Zhuang Jin turned his attention back to the meditation, looking at the booklet of the key points of the meditation: "This meditation is not difficult, but it requires patience and hard work."

"As mentioned above, when the internal energy in the first meridian is condensed to the extreme and no further improvement is possible, and when there is a feeling of swelling in the internal energy, the bottleneck of the second meridian, the Shaoyin Meridian of the Hand, will be sensed. Just like breaking through the bottleneck of the first warrior, breaking through this second bottleneck will make you a second-level warrior."

He silently calculated the progress of his previous session of combined dynamic and static exercises and the refining of his internal energy: "If I have sufficient resources and practice for five hours every day, by the end of next month, I will have completed the accumulation of the first realm. At that point, others will have bottlenecks, but I won't, and I can directly break through to the second realm!"

"The most crucial thing is a sufficient supply of food. Now that I'm at the First Realm, one pack of Black Yuan Powder is enough for about three days of cultivation. By the end of next month, there will be a total of forty-two days, which requires fourteen packs of Black Yuan Powder, which is seven taels of silver."

Zhuang Jin felt a sharp pain in his teeth when he thought of this huge expenditure. He secretly calculated his family's wealth: "I have more than fifty coins left, so I don't need to mention it. However, there are small things. This month's monthly allowance is one tael, the Shen family reward for saving Bi Kai is one tael, Hou Yong's apology is three taels, and Bi's father's buyout of his favor is ten taels, totaling fifteen taels. The monthly allowance is collected on the first day of each month. This month's registration to join the Shen family is a special case, so I can still collect one tael on the first day of next month, which is sixteen taels."

"Sixteen minus seven, there are still nine taels left. Well, this doesn't include the martial art Black Evil Palm. If you want to practice Black Evil Palm, you will also need to buy the corresponding medicine pack."

Only when you become the head of the household do you realize how expensive oil and salt are. Zhuang Jin deeply felt that the poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts. Practicing martial arts is really expensive. The huge amount of money he saved with great difficulty will only last until the end of next month before it will be reduced by half. However, he is not reluctant to spend it. Money is meant to be spent. Spending it on himself will convert it into real strength.

As for what happens if you're so generous now and run out of money? Isn't that two or three months away? Worrying about the future will come later. But there will always be a way out. Trust in your own wisdom in the future!

"Back to the present, thanks to the ten taels of silver that Bi's father used to buy out my favor, I would have been much worse off otherwise. I might not have had enough silver to supply the cultivation resources, which would have hindered my cultivation progress... If I hadn't broken through to the second sutra by the end of next month, I would have missed out on four months of optional quest rewards. That would have been truly unbearable."

"Now that I have enough resources, if I can't reach the second level by the end of next month, that's my problem. Well, let me set a small goal and break through the second level next month!"

Zhuang Jin looked at the Black Yuan Powder with a determined gaze, took another sip, and went outside to refine it with the standing meditation. After a while, he returned to the quiet room and condensed it with the quiet meditation. He repeated this process over and over again, diligently.

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(End of this chapter)