Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 73 Divine Pill?

Outside the fence.

Liu Maolin clenched his fists tightly, letting out a low, suppressed gasp.

He watched Yang Jing walk off the stage and couldn't help but gasp.

He clearly saw the ferocity of that last punch combined with the agility of the surging kick.

"We won...we really won!" Liu Maolin murmured to himself.

He had previously given Yang Jing a record of the regulations for the military examinations in previous years, which showed the number of successful candidates each year. In the last ten years, there were mostly five candidates, with a few instances of six candidates, and only once there were four candidates.

In other words, Yang Jing is currently ranked sixth, which means he has already stepped onto the threshold of making the list!
This realization made Liu Maolin's heart race.

He still remembered the time he persuaded Yang Jing to participate in the military examination. He patted Yang Jing on the shoulder and told him to give it a try, to treat it as a learning experience, not to take it too seriously, and simply to gain experience to prepare for future military examinations.

At that time, all he wanted was for his junior brother, who had just broken through to the Dark Force realm, to see the world and know that there are always higher levels to reach. He hoped that after being eliminated and returning home, he could focus more on his training. He never imagined that he would make it this far.
In his first attempt at the martial arts competition, he fought his way through hundreds of martial artists, defeating many of them, including masters like Shen Lie and He Han. He also managed to escape unscathed from Qin Yu's hands, and now he has a chance to make the list.

Liu Maolin looked at the soldiers clearing the arena and suddenly felt his vision blurring.

He had been a member of the Sun family martial arts school for many years and had seen too many disciples fail in the training ground, including himself. But he had never seen a newcomer like Yang Jing who achieved such good results in his first training ground!

"Senior Brother Yang is amazing!"

A disciple of the Sun family martial arts school, dressed in a gray cloth jacket, excitedly shook Liu Maolin's arm, "That Mountain-Crushing Fist just now was so powerful! If I could throw a punch like that, I'd like to see who would dare to bully my family!"

Another round-faced disciple chimed in, his face beaming with excitement, "Sixth place! How many years has it been since anyone from our martial arts school has reached this level? Maybe this time we can really make it onto the rankings in the training grounds!"

"That's right! Senior Brother Yang has only recently entered the Dark Force realm. If he can pass the training ground test this time, he'll truly soar to great heights in the future!"

"Right now, it's just hopeful. If Senior Brother Yang can defeat Xu Guangwei again, his chances of making it onto the list of candidates for the military training exam will be much greater."

The excited praise from several disciples of the Sun Family Martial Arts School reached Liu Maolin's ears. He smiled and nodded, secretly feeling impressed.

He recalled that when Yang Jinggang first entered the martial arts school, he was ridiculed and looked down upon by many people because of his poor physical constitution.

Unbeknownst to many, that boy from back then has grown into who he is today.

He raised his hand to wipe his face and looked at where Yang Jing was resting. The figure there was closing his eyes to regulate his breathing, and his body seemed to be shrouded in a calm halo.

The spectator stands on the west side of the drill ground.

It was gently enveloped by a light purple veil, as if shutting out the noise of the outside world.

Inside the gauze curtains, incense wafted in the air. Jinlian leaned against a cushioned armchair, toying with a translucent jade thumb ring in her hand, but her gaze pierced through the crowd and was fixed on Yang Jing below the arena.

The scene of Yang Jing defeating He Han was swift and decisive; the power in his punches and the ingenuity in his moves made her long eyelashes tremble slightly.

"I underestimated him; he surprised me again."

Jinlian murmured to herself, her fingertips stroking the jade thumb ring.

She remembered that when Yang Jing lost to Qin Yu, many people thought Yang Jing was too weak. It seems that Yang Jing was always being suppressed by Qin Yu, which is very likely because Qin Yu is too strong.

Yang Jing is not weak. Now even He Han has become his defeated opponent, and he is about to reach the top of the examination list.

As Yang Jing walked to the corner, took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out some pills and swallowed them. His brows furrowed slightly as he circulated his internal energy to heal his injuries, a hint of consideration flashed in Jinlian's eyes.

After some deliberation, she gently raised her hand and beckoned to the maid holding a teacup beside her, her voice as soft as a stream: "Come here."

The maidservant hurriedly stepped forward, bowing and waiting for orders.

"There are two things I need you to do," Jinlian said calmly.

"Yes, Madam," the maid replied respectfully.

“The first thing,” Jinlian said slowly, “is to investigate that martial artist named Yang Jing, starting from his home, his martial arts school, his daily training and combat records, his performance in the Sun family martial arts school, and the time it took him to break through to the Ming Jin and An Jin levels, etc. The more detailed the better. After you have completed the investigation, give it to me when you return to the manor today.”

"Yes," the maid nodded respectfully.

Jinlian gave a soft "hmm," and then took out a small sandalwood box from the brocade box.

The box was opened, and inside lay a bright green pill with a shimmering glow, its fragrance subtle and delicate, clearly indicating its rarity.

"This is a Hundred Herbs Elixir, which can help martial artists recover to their peak condition in a short time and is also helpful for comprehending martial arts."

Inside the gauze curtain, after Jinlian finished speaking, she handed the sandalwood box to the maid, her fingers not yet fully releasing it before gently withdrawing it.

She gazed at Yang Jing's figure in the distance, his eyes closed as he meditated, her brows furrowing slightly.

Although Yang Jing appears calm and composed, he is probably quite wary at heart.

When he fought with He Han just now, he was cautious in every step and was by no means someone who would easily trust others.

“Take this pill to Yang Jing,” she said first, her voice soft and gentle, “and tell him that…a spectator saw that his aptitude was not bad and wanted to express his appreciation.”

This is a tradition in Yuhe County.

High-ranking officials and nobles often try to win over martial artists based on their performance in martial arts competitions.

Jinlian's actions did not seem too abrupt.

The maid stared at the pill for a moment, opened her mouth as if to say something, but then nodded in agreement.

At this moment, Jinlian suddenly raised her hand and called out to her, "Wait."

She tapped her fingertips lightly on the armrest of the armchair, her gaze sweeping across the crowd before landing on Liu Maolin, who was standing outside the fence.

Liu Maolin was talking to several other disciples of the Sun Family Martial Arts School, his face beaming with excitement.

Jinlian smiled slightly. She had some acquaintance with Liu Maolin and knew that he was not only thoughtful but also knowledgeable in medicine, and was by no means a reckless person.

“No, that’s not appropriate.” Jinlian shook her head and looked at the maid again. “Take this Hundred Herbs Elixir to Liu Maolin and tell him that I asked you to give it to him. Tell him that this Hundred Herbs Elixir is a gift for Yang Jing and ask him to pass it on.”

The maid secretly realized that Liu Maolin was familiar with her mistress, so it was much safer for him to pass the message over than for a stranger to approach rashly.

Jinlian said calmly, "Liu Maolin understands medicine and can tell at a glance that the elixir is harmless. He will trust me."

This way, Yang Jing can take the medicine with peace of mind without seeming deliberate, which is more appropriate than sending it directly.

She didn't want her good intentions to backfire and make the other person suspicious, ruining their mood for no reason.

"Yes."

The maidservant, carrying the wooden box, turned and walked through the crowd.

Inside the gauze curtain, Jinlian leaned back in her armchair, the jade thumb ring twirling between her fingers.

She watched as Liu Maolin looked at the maid and took the wooden box, his expression shifting from initial surprise to sudden realization, and a smile appeared in her eyes.

Liu Maolin opened the box and looked at it for a moment, studying it carefully. Then, just as she expected, he quickly walked towards Yang Jing, clearly recognizing the value of the pill and understanding her intention.

This roundabout approach is quite interesting.

As Jinlian pondered this, her gaze fell upon Yang Jing once more.

In the distance, Liu Maolin was both surprised and delighted. He recognized the maid as someone from Jinlian's side, and seeing the warm luster and clear medicinal fragrance of the Hundred Herbs Elixir in the box, he knew it was undoubtedly a rare treasure.

He had known Jinlian for many years and knew that although she was young and seemed like a weak woman, she was actually quite capable and never did anything meaningless. He was sure that this pill was meant to win over Yang Jing.

"Junior brother!"

The wooden railings beside the main arena were scorching hot from the sun. Liu Maolin stood on tiptoe and waved towards Yang Jing's location below the main arena, calling out, "Junior brother, over here!"

Upon hearing the sound, Yang Jing stopped his practice, stood up, and quickly walked to the fence, stopping behind the half-foot-high wooden railing.

Seeing that Liu Maolin was holding a small sandalwood box, he asked in confusion, "Senior brother, what's wrong?"

Liu Maolin opened the box, and inside lay a lustrous, emerald-green pill, its fragrance faint yet lingering.

He didn't mention the name of the medicine, but just smiled and pushed the wooden box over: "Take this, it's a healing pill, more effective than the Rejuvenation Pill you just took, it can help you recover faster."

He deliberately downplayed the matter and did not tell Yang Jing the value of the elixir.

When he opened the box, the pure medicinal aroma rushed to his brow, and he knew that this was no ordinary item. It was an extremely precious herbal elixir. If he were to explain its effects, given Yang Jing's personality, he would probably make excuses and refuse to accept it.

Yang Jing took a closer look. The pill was warm and smooth, with a faint shimmering light on its surface, making it clear that it was no ordinary product.

He was about to ask what kind of pill it was when Liu Maolin interrupted, "Don't ask any more questions, just put it away. We still have a match with Xu Guangwei next, so it's important to be well-rested."

Looking into the sincerity in Liu Maolin's eyes, Yang Jing's hesitation gradually dissipated.

He was close to his fourth senior brother, Liu Maolin, and had received much care from Liu Maolin during his year at the martial arts school. Later, when he broke through to the Ming Jin level, he was able to keep up with his cultivation progress by working at the Liu family's medical clinic.

"Well... thank you, senior brother."

He no longer refused and carefully accepted the wooden box.

"Why be so polite with your senior brother?"

Liu Maolin patted the wooden railing and said in a relaxed tone, "Go back and rest, and get your energy back."

Yang Jing nodded emphatically, tucked the wooden box into his bosom, bowed to Liu Maolin, and then turned and walked back.

Liu Maolin breathed a sigh of relief after watching Yang Jing walk away, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Fortunately, it wasn't revealed. Otherwise, given Yang Jing's stubborn temper, if he knew that the pill was given to him by Jinlian, a girl he had only met once, he might have tried to return it.

"I'll tell my junior brother about the origin of the pills after the training ground test is over. Right now, I shouldn't affect his condition," Liu Maolin thought to himself.

the other side.

Yang Jing returned to the area below the main arena and sat cross-legged.

He closed his eyes and first sensed the state of his body for a moment.

The effects of the Rejuvenation Pill continued to circulate slowly, like warm water flowing over a dried-up riverbed, gradually replenishing the depleted internal energy. The hidden injuries left from the previous battles with Qin Yu and He Han were also throbbing faintly. Although not fatal, they felt like a few fine needles, constantly tugging at the flow of internal energy.

He opened his eyes and opened the sandalwood box.

The emerald green pill lay quietly inside, its surface seemingly shimmering with a thin halo. When he brought it close, a refreshing medicinal fragrance filled his nostrils, seeping into his heart and soul with each breath, instantly calming his previously restless mind.

"Really extraordinary."

Yang Jing muttered to himself, "Senior Brother Liu said it's better than the Rejuvenation Pill, but it seems he was being conservative."

Without further hesitation, he picked up the pill and put it in his mouth.

The pill melted instantly upon entering the mouth, without the slight bitterness of the Rejuvenation Pill, but instead carried a hint of sweetness.

Immediately afterwards, a warm current, a hundred times more potent than the Rejuvenating Pill, suddenly exploded from the dantian, like a spring tide overflowing a frozen river, instantly surging throughout the limbs and bones!

Yang Jing shuddered and subconsciously circulated his internal energy to guide the medicinal power.

He could clearly feel that the hidden injuries deep in his meridians were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye under the flushing effect of the medicine!

The internal organs that had been injured by Qin Yu's punches felt warm, as if they were being gently soothed by warm, delicate hands.

The sluggish feeling in the meridians of his right arm, which had been trembling during his fight with He Han, quickly subsided, and the flow of internal energy instantly became unobstructed.

In just a few dozen breaths, most of the hidden injuries that had been bothering him had healed, leaving only minor injuries on his body from being grazed by He Han's palm strike, which did not affect his combat power at all.

What shocked him even more was the change in his internal energy.

His internal energy, which had only recovered to about 50-60%, grew wildly under the nourishment of the medicine, and was restored to its full strength in no time. However, the warm current continued to flow, pushing his internal energy to continue to rise!
The power within his dantian grew increasingly robust, and Yang Jing could almost feel his internal energy constantly increasing. This made him clench his fist, feeling the overwhelming force within.

In the past, when improving internal strength, it was necessary to supplement with a lot of food and medicine, and then to train with the Crushing Mountain Fist to transform that energy into internal strength bit by bit, so that internal strength could be increased.

But now, just by taking one pill, his internal strength has increased slightly.

Yang Jing felt a deep sense of horror.

Just then, a mysterious feeling suddenly enveloped him.

The surrounding noise seemed to disappear in an instant; the shouts on the arena and the discussions of the crowd became blurred, leaving only the surging of internal energy and the tremors of the meridians.

The images of the past two days flashed through his mind: the clash of force when exchanging punches and claws with Shen Lie and Qin Yu, the changes in footwork when maneuvering with He Han, and even a few details that he always felt sluggish when practicing the Mountain-Crushing Fist earlier.

Those joints that I hadn't noticed before, couldn't figure out, and couldn't understand the secrets of exerting force, suddenly became as clear as if the clouds had parted and the sun was shining through!
How can the sinking force of the Mountain-Crushing Fist be combined with footwork to unleash its maximum power? How can the spinning force of the Surging Wave Leg be used to deflect the opponent's powerful attack? Even the slight deviations in the flow of internal energy through the meridians.

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, as fast as lightning, yet incredibly clear.

He seemed to be standing at a higher place, looking down on his past path of martial arts. Those blurry and blocked places were all cleared up by the enlightenment brought about by the power of the medicine.

After an unknown amount of time, when the warm current in his body gradually subsided and the internal energy in his dantian stabilized at a new peak, that mysterious state receded like the tide.

PS:

Brothers and sisters, today's update is here.

I slept for less than four hours, started writing at around 5 a.m., and have been writing ever since.

I didn't eat breakfast, and I had a bowl of rice porridge for lunch.

My head is throbbing right now. I stood up for a moment, and my legs trembled so badly I almost fell over.

I'm going to grab something to eat, then take a nap, and then continue writing.

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