From the fusion of Tongbei Quan to the Longevity Martial Saint

It's unclear whether Fang Jingyuan is just stingy or simply doesn't care about Fang Qing at all.

Each month they are given only one Body Tempering Pill and ten catties of spiritual flesh.

Compared to that, Fang Lingsu was indeed quite generous and treated him well.

At this point, Fang Qing was too lazy to continue the pretense with Fang Jingyuan, so he stood up and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Young Master Fang, to be honest, I have already signed a transfer agreement with the Second Miss."

The agreement states that I cannot pass on the recipe for this refined salt to others, and I ask for your understanding, Young Master Fang.

If there's nothing else, then I must hurry to the boxing academy to report."

Fang Jingyuan raised an eyebrow upon seeing Fang Qing's direct refusal.

A hint of displeasure finally flashed in his eyes.

"What, you think it's not enough?"

He charges one Body Tempering Pill and ten catties of spiritual flesh per month, which is the standard market price.

Seeing Fang Qing's refusal now means that his offer was too low.

After thinking about it, he decided to raise the price.

"How about two Body Tempering Pills and twenty catties of spiritual flesh every month?"

"At this price, I could buy the life of a fifth-level Body Tempering expert!"

There was already a hint of threat in Fang Jingyuan's tone.

Fang Qing shook his head and smiled inwardly.

Fang Jingyuan, the eldest son of the Fang family, has a far less sophisticated mindset than Fang Lingsu.

The refined salt recipe falling into the hands of the Fang family is like a goose that lays golden eggs.

If Fang Qing were in his current identity as Young Master Fang, he would spare no expense. What does it matter if he takes ten Body Tempering Pills a month? What does it matter if he takes a hundred catties of spiritual flesh?

Show sincerity and get your hands on the refined salt recipe first.

But at this moment, Fang Jingyuan was threatening him before he even got his hands on the refined salt, looking so calculating.

The way they're raising prices is so petty.

Even if Fang Jingyuan offered Fang Qing a hundred Body Tempering Pills a month, he still wouldn't cooperate with him.

If you're so capable, go ask Fang Lingsu for it.

It's not that they don't have the guts.

You're all this timid and submissive when facing a powerful opponent like Fang Qing, who's only at the second level of Body Tempering?!

Such a person has a very low level of vision and is short-sighted. Who knows if he will get the formula and then discard it after using it?

"It seems that Young Master Fang is indeed alright, so this subordinate will head to the boxing academy now."

Fang Qing was too lazy to argue with him any longer. After bowing slightly, he turned and left.

Fang Jingyuan's expression darkened when he saw that Fang Qing had actually left.

"Old Master Zhu, was I looked down upon by this salt merchant, my former servant?"

The old man who had been standing behind Fang Jingyuan with his arms crossed finally opened his eyes slightly and looked up at Fang Qing's back.

"With just a word from you, young master, I can kill him instantly."

Fang Jingyuan waved his hand.

"If Fang Lingsu knew about this, she would definitely fight us to the death."

However, it doesn't matter; let Fang Lingsu first scout out the market for refined salt.

"Anyway, Fang Lingsu's foundation is damaged, and her days are numbered. She can only last for three more years at most."

"This kid wants to cling to Fang Lingsu, but let's see how long he can hold on."

"Three years from now, won't the refined salt formula industry that Fang Lingsu controls fall into my hands?"

With a swift movement, Fang Tangjing snapped his folding fan shut, his face now etched with a sinister expression.

"I, Fang Jingyuan, can afford to wait three years."

The squinting old man, Zhu Laotian, glanced at Fang Qing's retreating figure, pondered for a moment, and then said:

"However, this salt farmer, despite his humble origins, has reached the second level of Body Tempering before the age of eighteen. He is quite a character."

Fang Jingyuan frowned upon hearing this, and belatedly realized what was happening:

"This salt farmer kid has already reached the second level of Body Tempering? His cultivation is that high?"

If I had known this would happen, I would have given Fang Qing more spiritual flesh.

Old Zhu then squinted and said:

"I observed that what he was practicing was the Salt Handle Body Tempering Technique, which I had specially modified to fit the Five Internal Organs and Seven Injuries."

"The higher the level of this Five Internal Organs and Seven Injuries Body Tempering Technique, the greater the damage it causes to oneself."

"This kid probably won't outlive Fang Lingsu, young master, please rest assured."

Fang Jingyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking of something, he then said to the old man behind him:

"Old Zhu, please help me find out all the connections and relationships of this guy named Fang Qing."

During these three years of waiting for Fang Lingsu to pass away, I couldn't just sit idle; I had to find some fun to do.

"Besides, if this kid were to die one day, I don't want my salt recipe to fall into the wrong hands."

The old man, with his arms folded, bowed.

The next moment, without any visible movement, his figure vanished from the spot.

Fang Jingyuan seemed to be used to it, picked up the cup of tea that had gone cold, and drank it all in one gulp.

"A lowly salt slave dares to challenge me?"

I'm not going to give you a single Body Tempering Pill or a pound of spiritual flesh.

"Even if I were to go to a brothel to listen to music, I wouldn't spend a single extra coin on a lowly servant like you."

……

Shanhe Boxing Academy is not far from Wuyi Lane.

Fang Qing carried the six gifts of tuition in his hand:

Ten pieces of dried meat, one pound each of celery, dried longan, lotus seeds, red dates, and red beans.

He also had two more top-quality golden threadfin fish that Li Zaotou had caught.

After giving their names, they were quickly led to the courtyard inside the boxing academy.

This courtyard is much more spacious than Li Zaotou's.

The roadside was lined with wooden stakes, sandbags, and other training tools.

Dr. Zheng Shanhe, dressed in shorts, sat in a grand chair.

They had clearly been waiting for Fang Qing for a long time.

After presenting the tuition fee, Zheng Shanhe sized up Fang Qing, his face expressionless.

"Let's see you demonstrate the boxing technique..."

Fang Qing didn't dare to delay and quickly practiced the Tongbei Divine Fist Body Tempering Technique.

The Ten-Sound Tongbei Fist was performed with great vigor in the small courtyard.

Zheng Shanhe's eyes lit up when he saw Fang Qing's Tongbei Fist.

However, the thought quickly faded.

Meanwhile, one of the disciples standing behind Zheng Shanhe exclaimed in surprise:

"Judging from this momentum, he's probably at the second level of Body Tempering. This junior brother is impressive!"

"He's fused a fist technique with a body tempering technique? I can't see anything out of place about it. He's got some talent."

When Fang Qing finished his Tongbei Fist routine.

Zheng Shanhe nodded, then took out a card from his hand:

"Good, from now on you are a formal disciple of my Mountain and River Fist Academy and will enjoy the resources of Level D."

"Go to the accounting office and pay ten taels of silver every month. Someone will then guide you on how to do it!"

"Remember, you can only study at the Mountain and River Martial Arts Academy for three years. If you cannot reach the fifth level of Body Tempering after three years, you will have to leave. Do not slack off!"

Fang Qing quickly bowed to indicate that he understood.

Three years is enough!

Shanhe Boxing Academy is considered a large boxing academy in Yancheng.

The financial backers behind it were major salt merchants.

Zheng Shanhe is actually the head instructor of the entire boxing academy, and he only teaches classes when he teaches the core courses each month.

Below them are disciples who serve as instructors, specifically to teach newly initiated disciples.

After Fang Qing left, Zheng Yanqing, standing behind Zheng Shanhe, asked in confusion:

"Father, Fang Qing has already reached the second level of Body Tempering at such a young age."

"Junior Brother Li, who joined last month, isn't as talented as Junior Brother Fang, yet he received a Grade B resource token. You even praised Junior Brother Li quite a bit back then. Junior Brother Fang is younger than Junior Brother Li, but he only received a Grade D resource token. Why is that?"

Zheng Yanqing has a graceful figure, and her fitted short clothes perfectly outline her hip line.

Years of martial arts training have given her skin a healthy wheat color.

Zheng Shanhe sighed upon hearing this:

"Didn't you realize that the body tempering technique he's practicing is the modified version of the Five Internal Organs and Seven Injuries Body Tempering Technique that the Fang family used for their lowly laborers?"

Upon hearing about the Five Internal Organs and Seven Injuries Body Tempering Technique, everyone gasped in shock.

"This body tempering technique focuses on squeezing out one's own potential. On the surface, it increases strength, but long-term practice will damage the five internal organs. People in their thirties are considered to be living a long life."

"Your junior brother Fang, at such a young age, has already reached the second level of Body Tempering. It's true that he has great talent, but his internal organs are probably already riddled with holes. He's strong on the outside but weak on the inside."

"If he can successfully modify our Mountain and River Fist Academy's internal body tempering technique within three months, there might still be a glimmer of hope."

"If not!"

Zheng Shanhe sighed and didn't continue.

Zheng Yanqing and the other senior disciples were all stunned when they heard this.

Looking at Fang Qing's retreating figure, a hint of reluctance flashed in his eyes.

Zheng Yanqing shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"Switching to the Mountain and River Internal Cultivation Body Tempering Technique for three months is incredibly difficult. Even I couldn't do it..."