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

Chapter 92 The Map of the Vast Ocean

Ling Cang stared at the person in front of him with a face full of surprise. Even with his extensive knowledge, his heart was still churning.

What kind of person is this?

A one-time flush to cleanse the root bones.

It sounds simple, but in reality it's like crushing your own bones and then piecing them back together. Every inch of your bones is being repeatedly tempered, and the excruciating pain spreads throughout your body along your nerves. The pain must be excruciating.

"How many did you eat?"

"Four plants."

Ling Cang was taken aback.

He had seen someone take two plants at once, writhing on the ground in pain, screaming loudly. This kid ate four plants at once.

Is this even human?

In Ling Cang's eyes, that face was handsome, with well-defined features and a calm expression that revealed no emotion, only a composure beyond his years.

Murong Yanyu felt extremely distressed and whispered, "Uncle Ling said it hurt a lot, why did you still eat the rest—"

"Don't disturb him, let him rest for a while, it hurts to even speak."

Ye Ci forced a smile: "Yeah, it hurts a little. You guys go out first. Oh, and Mu Mu, get me a bucket of hot water."

Ling Cang: "————"

"Don't you feel pain from talking so much?"

"pain."

You don't need to answer.

"it is good."

After the two left.

About an hour later, the creaking sound deep within Ye Ci's bones slowly dissipated, and the cold sweat on his body gradually stopped.

He was indeed in excruciating pain, but compared to the agony of hiding in a swamp after being injured and letting insects gnaw at his body, it was nothing.

Does yelling out make the pain go away?

He had gotten used to keeping quiet.

As the internal heat gradually stabilizes, the previous pain slowly transforms into a feeling of warmth that nourishes the limbs and bones.

It was as if he had truly undergone a complete transformation, and even his breathing had become much stronger.

He pushed open the door, intending to take a shower before practicing his stance training to see how it went.

He saw Ling Cang standing at the door.

Ye Ci said politely, "Uncle Ling."

Ling Cang bowed and said, "May I examine your bones to see how effective the medicine is?"

"That would be best."

Ling Cang stepped forward, extended two fingers, and gently placed them on Ye Ci's wrist. After a moment, he leaned down and placed his hands on Ye Ci's shoulders, neck, and limbs, pressing down slowly along the bones with his fingertips.

"Inferior talent." He sighed. "If we had one more, it could probably be upgraded to lower-middle level."

Even those with average or below-average talent still couldn't learn his swordsmanship, Ling Cang lamented in his heart.

Upon hearing this, Ye Ci was overjoyed, for he had actually come close to achieving the lower-middle level of physical talent!

You should know that he cultivated his internal strength with inferior physique, and the effect of a single snow lotus last time was already obvious. With his current physique, which is close to below average, the effect of further training in stance training will be even more obvious.

The transformation of internal energy is just around the corner.

What made him even happier was that with just one more plant, he could be upgraded to a mid-to-lower level of root bone—wouldn't that make cultivating the Core Formation Technique for those with mid-to-lower level root bone even easier?

Seeing the joy on Ye Ci's face, Ling Cang was even more astonished. He felt that even if Ye Ci had a lower-middle aptitude, there was nothing funny about it.

"You had such inferior physical constitution before, how did you develop hidden strength?"

Ye Ci honestly replied, "Yes."

"How did you train?"

"I practice every day."

Ling Cang raised his head, thought for a long time, and felt that the question was not well asked, but the answer was conventional.

"Young master, the hot water is ready."

Murong Yanyu shouted.

Ye Ci responded and left.

Ling Cang was left deep in thought, watching the figure disappear into the corner of the room, and he reached out to touch the hilt of his sword.

This time, he really wanted to take the boy away.

Ultimately, in his eyes, no matter how composed Ye Ci was, he was still a young man.

He didn't want to leave this person to the Great Qian Dynasty.

"Is Uncle Ling actually capable of teaching?"

Murong Yanyu passed by him and suddenly asked a question.

Ling Cang slowly shook his head.

Murong Yanyu's expression darkened slightly, and she turned to leave.

That night, the night wind rustled the bamboo shadows.

Inside the study, an oil lamp was lit.

At this moment, Ling Cang held a wolf-hair brush in his hand, his fingertips gently pressing the brush handle, a hint of concentration hidden in his eyes.

After pondering for a while.

With a slight pressure from his fingertips, he dipped the wolf-hair brush in thick ink and wrote with the force of thunder.

One stroke down, like a blade cutting through the wind; another stroke turns, like the blade curling back.

With just a few strokes, the outline of a knife leaps off the paper.

The blade is long and narrow, with a frosty edge. The ink, varying in shades, seems to emanate a cold light from between the paper, as if the paper knife will burst forth with a whooshing sound and pierce the sky at any moment.

Ling Cang stared at the knife on the paper, his brows furrowed slightly, a trace of melancholy passing through his heart.

"He can't train that—"

With a slight twitch of his fingertips, Ling Cang did not pause. He dipped the wolf-hair brush in ink again, and the tip of the brush gently diffused the ink marks on the blade. The originally sharp blade gradually stretched and spread under his brush. The spine of the blade became distant mountains, the edge of the blade became surging waves, and the ink dots on the hilt blurred into a sky full of stars.

"That doesn't seem to work either, inferior physical constitution—"

Ling Cang shook his head and sighed, leaving Lang Hao aside.

After a long while, he picked up the scroll and sighed heavily. Then he rolled it up, closed his eyes slightly, and fell into deep thought.

Then, he picked up his pen again and left a few lines of tiny characters.

After a moment, he slowly turned the painting over and pressed it down with paper.

The night breeze was still blowing, the bamboo shadows swayed, and the oil lamp's flame flickered gently.

******

For the next few days, Ye Ci's life turned into a state of complete asceticism.

I practice standing meditation from morning till night to build up my strength, and take a medicinal bath at night to relieve fatigue.

Aside from eating and sleeping, he paid no attention to anything else and focused solely on practicing his martial arts.

Since his physical constitution improved to the lower-middle level, his proficiency level no longer reached a point where he could only practice 20 points a day. As long as he was willing to practice, he could even reach more than 40 points of proficiency a day.

The speed of improvement is somewhat close to that of Ming Jin (明劲).

Although the speed was fast, Ye Ci was still not entirely satisfied.

I originally hoped to gain 100 proficiency points every day.

no way.

He had no choice but to adopt a near-self-torturing training method, practicing diligently without stopping.

After a few days, I didn't feel tired at all. On the contrary, seeing my daily proficiency increase made me feel increasingly happy.

Ling Cang had been secretly observing Ye Ci and had come to understand what it meant to practice every day.

Does anyone really find practicing martial arts enjoyable?

He didn't understand; even with his level of skill, he wouldn't find practicing martial arts to be a joyful thing.

It's really boring.

Outsiders cannot understand Ye Ci's feelings. In another month at most, he should be able to master the Transformation Realm.

He was a little slower than Silver, but he gradually became satisfied.

Before, it would have taken at least three years to break through, but with the help of the White Jade Snow Lotus, it took about a year.

Now, four more plants have been obtained, and the growth rate has been reduced significantly again.

He planned that after mastering the Transformation Realm, he could use Qin Lie's letter of recommendation to go to the prefectural city and join the Green Wood Sect to learn the Core Formation Technique.

Once you master the "Embracing the Elixir" technique, your lifespan will greatly increase.

Thinking of this, his heart burned even hotter.

During this time, he also asked Huang Guoshu to inquire about the situation outside, especially whether General Zhang Guan, who was in charge of the Southern Expedition, had arrived in Songjiang County.

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But the news from Huangguoshu left Ye Ci somewhat incredulous.