High Martial Arts: Creating a Prodigy Character from Scratch

The old man walked away noisily, seemingly speechless at Qin He's antics. His gray beard stood up high, leaving Qin He completely bewildered.

Before leaving the martial arts classroom, Lu Tiankuo took out a small porcelain bottle and threw it to Qin He, leaving behind a message.

"Before going to bed at night, apply and massage the torn muscles. Don't push yourself too hard. Martial artists value the future, not just short-term results. Take it easy."

"What is this?" Qin He wondered, examining the small porcelain bottle.

The porcelain bottle is not large, about the size of a teacup, and the mouth of the bottle is engraved with a symbol of a tiger leaping over a mountain stream.

Unscrew the cap, and you'll find a delicate, milky-yellow ointment inside. It has a faint, cool scent, somewhat like mint.

Qin He had never seen this kind of drug before, but one advantage of the Star Martial Era was that the network information was very developed.

I took out my old phone, logged into Xingtao.com, turned on the image recognition function, and took a picture of the tiger logo on the small porcelain bottle.

Soon, the information on the small porcelain bottle was displayed.

Tiger Muscle Oil: This ointment is made from rare ingredients such as tiger bone, deer tendon grass, and pine resin. It is effective in relieving muscle strain and tendon injury, and promoting the healing of ruptured blood vessels.

This is an excellent medicine for treating muscle rupture, and it is very suitable for Qin He, who has over-cultivated.

Qin He's eyes lit up; he hadn't expected there to be such a good thing.

However, when Qin He saw the price of Tiger Muscle Oil, the smile on his face instantly froze.

Tiger Muscle Oil (10g) Price: 5000 Singapore Dollars

"A 10-gram bottle of Tiger Muscle Oil costs 5000 Star Coins? That's more ruthless than robbery!"

Qin He's expression stiffened slightly, and he almost cursed.

One word—

expensive!

That's way too damn expensive!

That works out to 500 Singapore dollars per gram of Tiger Muscle Oil.

This is much more expensive than the Blood Circulation Powder, which at least costs 100 Star Coins per bottle.

Qin He knew that martial artists spent a lot of money, but he was still shocked by the price.

Lu Tiankuo is indeed a good principal; he actually gave him such valuable ointment.

"Speaking of which, what happened in Jinghu City three days ago?" After calming down, Qin He thought of something else.

What special connection is there between the news Lu Tiankuo mentioned and the high-paying job Xu Yunxiu talked about?

Qin He curiously opened the Jinghu Scenic Area website and quickly started searching.

Soon, Qin He noticed a news article.

With a total investment exceeding 1 million Star Coins, the Wanxiang Building has officially landed in Jinghu City, ushering in a new era for Jinghu martial artists!

Qin He asked thoughtfully, "Wanxiang Building, is this the news Principal Lu was talking about?"

There hasn't been much news about Jinghu City recently. Apart from various social and livelihood news, the only major news is the opening of the Wanxiang Building.

Wanxianglou is a renowned large-scale complex martial arts trading market in the Star Martial Federation, with branches all over the major inhabited planets of the Star Martial Federation.

The slogan of Wanxiang Tower is: All the resources that martial artists need can be found in Wanxiang Tower.

However, Qin He was puzzled. No matter how he looked at it, the martial arts trading market of Wanxiang Tower had nothing to do with "work that is very beneficial to the cultivation of swordsmanship".

Or does Xu Yunxiu want him to work as a salesman at Wanxiang Building?

"Forget it, I'd better start practicing the 'Sharp Metal Sword Technique' first." Qin He pondered without success and put the matter aside for the time being.

For him, mastering the "Sharp Gold Sword Technique" as soon as possible would be entirely beneficial.

After packing up his things and leaving the martial arts classroom, Qin He returned to his dormitory to wash up and apply ice packs. After completing his daily maintenance routine, he took out a small porcelain bottle.

Open the bottle cap, gently dab a little tiger skin oil with your finger, and apply it evenly to the minor bloodstains.

The cool touch greatly relieved the muscle soreness and spasms, making Qin He feel refreshed.

"It feels pretty good," Qin He said with a sigh, massaging his muscles while browsing the news on his phone, not even realizing when he fell asleep.

On Sunday morning, sunlight streamed into the dormitory through the glass windows, and Qin He woke up leisurely.

When Qin He looked at his hands, he found that the faint bloodstains on his arms had disappeared.

The fatigue and exhaustion from excessive cultivation disappeared completely, leaving me feeling refreshed and full of energy.

Young Master Qin has been fully revived!

Qin He clicked his tongue in amazement: "This tiger muscle oil is incredibly effective! It's practically a miracle drug!"

I thought it would take several days to recover, but I was completely healed in just one night.

Of course, the rapid recovery thanks to the abundant energy definitely played a part, but Tiger Muscle Oil also deserves much credit.

It just goes to show that good things are expensive for a reason.

Most importantly, with the help of Tiger Muscle Oil, he can continue his high-intensity training.

With this in mind, Qin He got up, washed up, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and left the dormitory to begin another day of cultivation.

He underwent two rounds of imagery training and eight rounds of swordsmanship training, and took a blood-activating powder twice in between.

After a full day of frantic cultivation, Qin He's cultivation progress soared once again.

[Occupation: Martial Arts Student]

[Severing the Imagery: Not Yet an Expert (7.5% → 9.7%)]

[Xingyi Piquan: Not yet a beginner (23.75%)]

[Xingyi Bengquan: Beginner (1.5%)]

[Sharp Metal Sword Technique: Beginner (18.5% → 30.5%)]

"Hiss... Over 30%, we're getting closer and closer to success!"

Qin He gasped for breath. His arm, which had just recovered, was now covered in new bloodstains due to the intense training.

But as he watched his swordsmanship improve rapidly, Qin He couldn't hide his smile.

There's no way around it, my swordsmanship has improved so much!

I first encountered swordsmanship on Friday, and in just three days, my progress has already reached 30.5%.

At this rate, breaking through to the beginner level will be a piece of cake.

Of course, this is because it falls on the weekend, so I can spend all my time practicing swordsmanship; I definitely can't do that during class time.

With the experience gained over the past two days, Qin He had a clear idea of ​​his training plan for the future.

After resting for a while to regain his strength, Qin He got up and returned to his dormitory.

With students returning to school on Sunday and his roommates coming back one after another, Qin He had to move around quietly to avoid disturbing his other roommates.

We need to find a way to get a private dormitory room.

For martial artists, living in a dormitory with multiple people is still too inconvenient, both in terms of daily life and cultivation. Qin He felt this very strongly.

After washing up, applying ice, and massaging with oil, Qin He finally drifted off to sleep.

Monday morning's classes consisted of observation lessons and cultural classes.

Qin He observed the martial arts pillar step by step and successfully improved the progress of the initial image of slashing to 10.9%.

During his lunch break, Qin He went to the canteen and saw two workers installing a display screen in front of the canteen.

"What is this? Why did the school suddenly install a display screen in the cafeteria?"

"I heard it was specially approved by Principal Lu, whose reason was that students should learn more about current events and broaden their horizons. If they just practice martial arts behind closed doors, they will only become brainless brutes."

Qin He's face darkened as he listened to the other students' comments.

Lu Tiankuo, that old man, was clearly targeting him.