Heaven rewards diligence; he fought his way through chaos to become a saint.

in the afternoon.

After the meal, most of the disciples gathered in twos and threes under the shade of the trees to chat.

Ye Ci continued practicing his stance training as he had done in the front yard.

Sweat rolled down his cheeks, hitting the ground with its heat.

The inner disciples, all at the Ming Jin level, couldn't help but discuss this scene.

"I heard that's how it is in the front yard. After resting for a while, you go to train your body and practice from dark to dark."

"This kid can really endure hardship!"

"Without this kind of dedication, how could someone with inferior physical constitution achieve Ming Jin (a level of internal strength) in a month?"

"Inferior physical constitution? How is that possible?"

Many people were still unaware of Ye Ci's physical constitution, and upon hearing this, the discussion in the courtyard immediately intensified.

Not far away, Xiao Hua came out of the backyard and happened to see this scene.

Unlike the other inner courtyard disciples, he usually lived in the back courtyard with Master Yang and received individual instruction.

Hearing the crowd's discussion, his gaze fell on Ye Ci.

Suddenly, the words Ye Ci had spoken during that medicinal bath came to mind.

He asked me which village I was from?

Xiao Hua subconsciously let out a cold snort.

I never expected that someone with such inferior physique would actually reach the Ming Jin level.

However, he quickly looked away.

How can a sparrow be compared to an eagle?

"The herbal medicine is here! And those who need a medicinal bath, go and prepare some clothes; the bath will be ready soon."

Upon hearing the voice of his second senior brother, Fang Cheng, everyone in the courtyard got up and ran towards him.

"The herbal medicine has arrived."

Every month, Master Yang would prepare a blood and qi soup, a secret recipe from the martial arts school.

All disciples paid three taels of silver per serving, the same price as the Qi and Blood Powder on the market, but the Qi and Blood Soup was more effective.

When it comes to tonics for qi and blood, the quality can be determined by the duration of their effects.

It is said that Master Yang's Qi and Blood Soup requires a week to be absorbed to achieve its medicinal effects, making it truly long-lasting and effective.

"Ye Ci! You don't need to spend any money."

Second Senior Brother Fang Cheng smiled and waved to Ye Ci: "Come here, take this bowl."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Fang."

Ye Ci quickly stepped forward. Although he had never drunk this stuff before, he knew it was a unique delicacy from Master Yang.

It only happens once a month.

"Hey, hey, hey... Xiong Baoda, don't reach out! You already owe nine taels of silver!"

Fang Cheng stopped one of his disciples. He knew all his disciples inside and out and kept track of their records, so no one could take advantage of their master.

"I wonder how effective it will be?"

Ye Ci carried a full bowl of Qi and Blood Soup. The dark-colored soup emitted a strong, fishy smell that was very unpleasant.

"Cool!"

One of the senior students wiped his mouth, looking like he wanted more: "Delicious!"

Seeing the man gulp down the medicinal soup, Ye Ci sensed that he was enjoying it, so she also picked up her bowl and downed it in one go.

An extremely strong bitterness spread through my mouth along my taste buds, it was simply...

In his previous life, Ye Ci had eaten Coptis chinensis, but this tasted more than a hundred times bitter. When he drank it, his tongue went numb, and he felt like he had goosebumps on his tongue.

And it's a little hot!

At this moment, the senior brother stuck out his tongue and said, "Damn it, this is so bitter!" After saying that, he took out a large piece of maltose from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth.

Looking at the others, many of them were sipping their drinks, holding water pouches in their right hands.

Ye Ci stared at the senior brother eating candy and carefully memorized his appearance.

Soon the medicine entered his stomach, and a warm feeling began to spread from his dantian, flowing into his limbs and bones.

"This herbal soup not only replenished my strength but also nourished my blood and qi. I feel like I have inexhaustible energy; it's more effective than eating ten large meals of meat rice!"

Ye Ci felt his physical condition and also gained an understanding of the Qi and Blood Soup.

No wonder Senior Brother Jiang said before that he only drinks tonics when he has money and eats meat when he is short of money.

The ancients were right: "The poor are learned in literature, the rich in martial arts."

Now that he has become an inner disciple, the martial arts school will provide Ye Ci with a blood-nourishing soup every month and a medicinal bath once a week for the next year.

The rest have to earn money themselves to obtain cultivation resources.

Ye Ci was not a stingy person. After finishing the medicinal soup, he took a medicinal bath to relieve the fatigue from the morning's cultivation.

After taking internal medicine and soaking in hot water, he returned to the inner courtyard to practice martial arts. When he got tired of stance training, he would practice fighting techniques, so that he could do both without any problems.

After dinner, he continued practicing.

As dusk fell and no one was around, he took a bath, washed his clothes, and returned to his quarters to rest.

After half a month, the senior brothers started discussing it.

"If it were just a couple of days of practice, I wouldn't say anything... But for the past two weeks, I haven't spoken to him at all."

"I think he's not simply willing to endure hardship, but rather he's trying a different approach to gain his master's favor."

"Have you heard? He has great comprehension, but his natural talent is lacking. Master Yang might not think too highly of him."

"Master Yang favors Xiao Hua, so he trains alone every day and devotes all cultivation resources to him alone."

"..."

For a martial arts school, a promising martial arts student is the true pillar of the future.

Ye Ci didn't care what others said.

He focused solely on cultivating his internal energy and practicing fighting techniques, hoping to break through to the level of internal strength as soon as possible.

That day, with a powerful "bang," Ye Ci slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

[Technique: Minor Mastery of Baoshanquan (1/500)]

"The fighting style has been partially mastered."

A sense of joy welled up in his heart.

After reaching the Ming Jin level, one's fighting style can greatly enhance one's strength.

Outsiders might not be able to tell, but reaching the minor mastery of boxing means that his strength has increased significantly compared to half a month ago.

You won't feel the power in that punch unless you become Ye Ci's enemy.

[Technique: Minor Mastery of Rock Stance (127/2000)]

Ye Ci frowned: "I didn't expect the progress of stance training to slow down. Without tonics, the body can't withstand the tempering of the Ming Jin Qi and blood. Forcing the stance training might damage the body."

Just as he was pondering this, Wang De's shout came from outside the courtyard wall:

"Senior Brother Ye, are you in the inner courtyard? Are you there? Are you still there? Are you still there?"

"Are you trying to summon a soul?!"

Ye Ci quickly stopped Wang De's shouting.

"Senior Brother Ye, a little mute boy is looking for you!"

"The little mute?"

Ye Ci didn't understand how a mute could tell Wang De who to look for.

He stepped out of the inner courtyard and saw Wang De peering out, holding a bow in his hand.

Ye Ci suddenly realized that Wang De remembered Ye Ci's belongings clearly because he was afraid that she would shoot him.

"Aba..."

Mumu squatted by the threshold outside the martial arts school, her thin figure stretched long in the sunlight. She gently rubbed the door frame with her fingers, looking pitifully at Ye Ci with tears streaming down her face.

Ye Ci noticed that Mu Mu's fingers were swollen, like little radishes.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Ci took her away directly and asked her questions as they walked down the street.

"My benefactor, the Dragon and Snake Gang is coming to my house to collect 'peace money'."

"Grandma said you're from the Rock Martial Arts School, but that person didn't believe me. I didn't dare let Yao Yao go too far, so I had to come here myself."

Ye Ci patted her head: "You're quite smart, you knew to bring the bow."

Mumu raised her little face and gave a satisfied smile after being praised.

"Don't call me your benefactor anymore, it makes me feel awkward."

"Then I shall be called... Master?"

"Call me Young Master."

"Isn't the young master a scholar?"

"Don't I look like a scholar?"

"Young master."

"Good girl."

Ye Ci pinched the girl's cheek and felt that it seemed a little fairer than a few days ago, but it could also be an illusion.