Even in his twilight years, he swept through the chaotic army of ten thousand warriors!

Snapped!

Li Yan slapped himself across the face, his eyes almost overflowing with bitterness.

"Fine! Why did I ask such a nosy question?"

After saying that, he shoved the remaining arrows in his hand into Ji Yan's hands, patted his buttocks, and got up.

"Where to?"

Ji Yan took the arrow and casually asked a question.

"Where else can we go? To save up for that fat pig's coffin!" Li Yan replied irritably and walked away without looking back.

Fu Xianxing has already made it clear that this breathing technique is an unavoidable hurdle...

That's how it is for Li Yan.

But for Ji Yan...

Fu Xianxing never said that he couldn't train to achieve the results, but rather that his body couldn't handle it.

However, given that he possessed four times the skill proficiency, four times the physical strength, and four times the talent, Ji Yan felt it was best to save these words for after he had mastered the basics of stance training.

He remained silent, then drew another arrow from the quiver at his feet and nocked it.

His arms were still thin and weak, and his movements were still slow...

Whoosh!

Unsurprisingly, the arrow still failed to hit the target.

But the pent-up anger in my chest has almost completely dissipated.

Feeling exhausted, Ji Yan knew that his first priority was to get some sleep.

Although the barracks may not necessarily pay salaries, they do provide meals.

When Ji Yan returned after finishing his meal, it was already dark. He happened to see Zheng Dong being dragged back by someone, and even the slightest movement caused him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

When this simpleton said he would volunteer to receive a beating last night, Ji Yan didn't take it seriously. After all, he always weighed the pros and cons before doing anything that involved two coins...

But now, Ji Yan felt a strange, indescribable feeling.

Thank you!

"It's nothing!"

When Zhao Zhengdong saw Ji Yan, he only gave a simple, honest smile.

"My mother told me from a young age that I have thick skin and tough flesh, so I knew they couldn't kill me!"

His simple words carried a hint of self-satisfaction.

Ji Yan helped him to bed, and then, as she herself fell onto the bed, she couldn't resist the drowsiness either.

-

The next day.

As dawn broke, the eastern sky began to lighten with the first hint of white.

Ji Yan got up early to practice his skills, and only put on his slightly oversized cloth armor when it was fully light.

Upon arriving at the training ground, the scene before them indeed confirmed what Li Yan had described the day before.

After a day of hard training yesterday, I reckon everyone has noticed something unusual about their bodies to some extent.

At this moment, groups of two or three people gathered on the sidelines to discuss the matter of money.

They also approached Ji Yan, but Ji Yan naturally refused.

And Zhou Cheng...

Yesterday, he pretended to do half a set of stance training exercises, even though he couldn't be woken up without money.

Today, to make matters worse, he didn't even show his face.

Only the two soldiers were extremely wealthy, grinning from ear to ear.

Li Yan seemed to have actually managed to scrape together the money, and while he was practicing his pile driving, he kept looking out again and again.

Ji Yan, on the other hand, was happy to be left unnoticed. He found a quiet corner, got into a stance, and began practicing his stance training alone.

From the first light of dawn to midday, and then to the setting sun in the afternoon.

From a steady breathing rhythm to arms feeling as heavy as lead, every lift pulled at the aching muscles.

call--!

Ji Yan exhaled a breath of stale air, the breath hot and carrying a rusty, sweet taste.

His eyes were already bloodshot, and sweat wasn't seeping out, but rather flowing like a stream from beside his bulging, bluish-purple veins.

The complete set of stance training is said to be a simplified version of the Taizu Changquan (Emperor Taizu's Long Fist) created by the founding emperor of the previous dynasty, taking its essence of tempering muscles and bones and condensing qi and blood.

Thinking back to that legendary emperor, who rose from humble beginnings, he was once a little beggar struggling to survive under tyranny.

Later, he single-handedly smashed open a glorious dynasty with his bare fists...

But one wonders if he were still alive, would he feel disheartened seeing Dajing rotten to the core like this?

laugh!

A sharp, piercing sound rang out!

Ji Yan's emaciated body tensed like a bow at this moment, squeezing out the last bit of strength to deliver his final punch of the day.

The punch is thrown, and all strength is exhausted.

It felt as if his bones and muscles had been pulled out, and he collapsed onto the ground with a thud.

Only broken, heavy breathing echoed in the empty corner.

[Skill: Dajing Eight-Stage Kung Fu (Beginner Level)]

[Progress: 82/100]

That's all for today...

As Fu Xianxing said yesterday, he truly tasted the bitterness today.

His qi and blood were like a lurking beast, causing Ji Yan to charge wildly with each repetition of the stance training, and several times his body felt like it was about to explode.

He could clearly sense that all that was missing was a trigger.

But the starter requires three ounces.

But just as he had thought yesterday...

He was four times stronger than a young adult, and he barely managed to hold on.

Moreover, Qi and blood will lack that catalyst, but stance training won't...

After each set he finishes, you can see his progress jump by leaps.

Then, suppressing that surging blood pressure again, at this pace, tomorrow...

It should be almost done.

Everything was progressing steadily, and Ji Yan began to think about other things.

"Practice archery!"

Partly to vent my frustration, but also hoping to improve my archery skills in the process...

After all, in the military camp and in chaotic times, this skill will be of great use sooner or later.

Emerging from the secluded spot, Ji Yan dragged his feet toward the weapons rack.

On the way, Ji Yan didn't forget to first bring up the archery panel to take a look.

Skill: Archery (Beginner)

[Progress: 72/100]

Archery is not as strenuous as stance training, which takes at least two incense sticks to burn.

In just that short conversation yesterday, he already reached sixteen points of proficiency; he should be able to get the basics down today...

As he was thinking, his gaze suddenly froze for a moment.

From afar, a handsome young man could be seen sitting on a weapon rack, holding a large bow that was taller than himself.

This young man was none other than Fu Xianxing.

Perhaps because he had been waiting for so long, Ji Yan saw him already asleep.

But being a Qi and Blood Martial Artist, Ji Yan only took a few steps before he noticed the man's ears twitch.

Then she opened her eyes with delight and quickly stood up.

"Old Ji!"

"I noticed when you were practicing archery yesterday that the bow with only four strands was too light for you."

He jogged over and handed the heavy bow to Ji Yan.

"You can use this one from now on!"

Ji Yan was stunned for a long time after Da Gong was pushed into his arms.

Feeling that pure enthusiasm, he felt as if he were being refreshed by a clear spring in a turbid world.

He smiled, picked up the bow, and gently plucked the bowstring.

"Thank you, my friend."

Upon hearing the word "good friend," Fu Xianxing's eyes lit up immediately, and he nodded emphatically.

"Old Ji, you're incredibly strong! This is a three-stone bow that only elite infantrymen can use!"

A large stone weighs approximately 120 jin (60 kg), and three stones...

That is to say, it takes 360 jin of force just to draw this bow.

This new friend really thinks highly of him!

"You should try it!"

Ji Yan was pulled to the front of the target.

A heavy bow with heavy arrows—this little kid even considered that for him.

Exhale and relax your shoulders.

Ji Yan's gaze was fixed on the target, his thin arms tense as he slowly drew back the hardwood bow...