From breaking the limits of archery to achieving martial arts godhood

There is a canteen in the medicine village that provides three meals a day for the disciples of the Medicine Clan.

Chen Xun had lunch here.

Lunch was plentiful, with unlimited meat.

Chen Xun's team was assigned to patrol from midnight until 12 a.m.

At other times, they had to stay in the medicine village.

You either need to rest or cultivate yourself.

After lunch, Chen Xun returned to his room.

He moved the stove from the living room to his room. The other three were a little surprised and asked him about it. Chen Xun explained that it would make the room warmer.

Considering Chen Xun's status as a low-level disciple and his low cultivation level, the other three could understand.

There are four such stoves in total, one for each person, used to boil water for them to brew medicinal powders.

Light the stove in the room and place the kettle on it.

After the water in the kettle boiled, Chen Xun poured in one-tenth of the Boiling Blood Powder.

One-tenth of the Boiling Blood Powder could sustain Chen Xun's cultivation for two hours.

The reason he didn't drink much was because he was afraid someone would suddenly come looking for him during his cultivation.

Soon, the boiling blood medicine soup was ready. Chen Xun waited for it to cool down slightly before swallowing it in one gulp.

The complex flavor made Chen Xun frown slightly.

Shortly after drinking the medicinal soup, Chen Xun's skin turned bright red and hot.

Hot white mist was exhaled from between the mouth and nose.

Then, Chen Xun began to assume the stance of the [Bull Demon Stance Skill] and quickly entered the stance state.

As time passed, Chen Xun gradually refined the medicinal power of the Boiling Blood Soup, and his skin began to return to normal.

He condensed strands of qi and blood to strengthen his body.

His cultivation progress is increasing at a speed that is unimaginable for ordinary Iron Skin Realm martial artists.

It got dark very quickly.

Song Mingbai knocked on Chen Xun's door: "Chen Xun, go to the cafeteria for lunch."

"Okay, wait a moment."

Chen Xun replied casually.

After a while, he finished refining the excess medicinal power in his body before putting down his stance and opening the door.

"What about the other two?"

Seeing that Song Mingbai was the only one there, Chen Xun couldn't help but ask.

Song Mingbai shrugged: "The two of them didn't want to wait too long, so they went ahead."

"Okay, sorry to have kept you waiting."

"It's nothing. I took a nap this afternoon, so I'm not too hungry yet and I'm not in a hurry."

"Judging from your expression, you've been cultivating all afternoon?"

Song Mingbai looked Chen Xun up and down.

"That's right, my cultivation level is relatively low, so I naturally need to work hard to cultivate."

Chen Xun said with a serious expression.

"Then you should work hard."

Song Mingbai offered a word of encouragement, then reminded him, "But don't push yourself too hard. It's best to take a nap after dinner to get some rest, as you have patrol duties tonight."

"I see."

Chen Xun nodded.

Afterwards, the two went to the cafeteria together.

There weren't many people in the canteen; some were people like Chen Xun who had just arrived, and others had just finished their patrols.

Neither of them seemed interested in talking, so the cafeteria was quite quiet.

"Chen Xun, you have quite an appetite."

Song Mingbai was somewhat surprised to see Chen Xun finish a lot of food.

The food Chen Xun ate was almost three times the amount he ate.

Although he wasn't very hungry, martial artists have large appetites, and he ate quite a lot.

"I have a naturally large appetite."

Chen Xun smiled and explained casually.

"Being able to eat well is a blessing for a martial artist."

Song Mingbai was somewhat envious of Chen Xun's good appetite.

After getting some food from the cafeteria, Chen Xun returned to his room. Instead of listening to Song Mingbai's advice to go to bed, he continued his cultivation.

The sound of the watchman's drum rang out, two gongs striking the air, indicating that it was already the second watch of the night, and the time had come to nine o'clock.

In three hours, Chen Xun will be gathering people to patrol the medicinal fields.

At this moment, Chen Xun stopped cultivating, wiped his body with cold water, and lay down on the bed fully clothed to sleep.

Within seconds, he fell into a deep sleep.

When the three gongs sounded, Chen Xun suddenly opened his eyes, and most of his fatigue disappeared.

After washing my face with a basin of cold water, the remaining fatigue vanished.

After taking out the food he had packed from the cafeteria that evening and devouring it in a flash, Chen Xun began practicing the Giant Elephant Stance.

Less than an hour into their training, a sharp whistle rang out from outside.

This is the whistle for assembly.

Chen Xun dared not delay, so he quickly finished his practice and opened the door.

Instead of going to the assembly point immediately, he knocked on Song Mingbai's door.

"Are you up yet?"

"Get up, get up, almost done."

Sure enough, a short while later, Song Mingbai opened the door, looking tired and with his clothes in disarray.

Chen Xun's other two roommates weren't much better off.

Of the four, Chen Xun was in the best condition.

The four of them then gathered at a designated open space, where Song Jin was already waiting with a sullen face.

Chen Xun and his group of four were not the earliest to arrive, but they were not the latest either.

Song Jin glanced at them but said nothing.

The four of them obediently found a place to stand and remained silent.

Not long after, the last person arrived.

At this moment, Song Jin's face darkened.

"Do you know how much time has passed since I blew the whistle?"

Song Jin coldly questioned the last person to arrive.

The man's face turned pale, and cold sweat poured down his back even in the dead of winter. He stammered, "No, I don't know."

"Do you remember what I said during the day?"

"I know, I understand."

"Okay, repeat it again."

Then the man was dumbfounded. Song Jin had said a lot to them during the day, but he could only remember some of it.

He stammered and couldn't give a coherent explanation.

"It seems you didn't remember. Let me repeat it to you again."

"What I'm saying is, you must all be assembled within thirty breaths from the moment I blow my whistle. If you're even a breath late, you'll be punished with a ruler."

After saying that, Song Jin pulled out a ruler from somewhere and stood in front of the last person to arrive.

"You're a full ten breaths too late. Hold out your hand."

Song Jin said sternly.

The man shuddered and quickly extended his right hand.

"Left hand."

So the man quickly switched to his left hand.

"You shall hold weapons in your right hand, and you shall not be injured."

Before he could finish speaking, a loud "smack" was heard as the ruler slammed into the man's left hand, instantly turning his palm red.

Then came nine consecutive strokes with the ruler.

His palms were red but not broken, yet the man was gritting his teeth in pain.

Then, Song Jin called out the names of several more people, each for more than thirty breaths.

After the punishment, those who were not punished were still shaken.

And this is exactly the effect Song Jin wanted to achieve.

"Alright, we should go patrol the herb fields now."

After Song Jin finished speaking, he led everyone to take over the shift.

The person being replaced wore a relaxed smile.

The successors, Chen Xun and the others, looked serious.

Song Jin then began assigning patrol duties.

Chen Xun and Song Mingbai, along with three others, were assigned to patrol the southern part of the medicinal field.

Among the five, there was also a Bone Forging Realm martial artist, who was the captain of their five-person team.

Led by him, Chen Xun and his three companions, carrying torches, followed behind him and began their night patrol.

Nothing happened that night.

However, a patrol team on the west side discovered a wild boar coming down the mountain in search of food and shot it dead on the spot.

Finally, the wild boar was taken to the canteen, and the group on the west side each received a small contribution, which made the others quite envious.

This is practically picking up freebies.

Contribution points in the Medicine Guild can be exchanged for resources or used to advance to a higher-level disciple status.

The higher a disciple's status, the more privileges they have, and the better their benefits.

As a low-level disciple, Chen Xun didn't even have the qualifications to buy Boiling Blood Powder.

Time flies, and three days have passed in the blink of an eye.