Starting from the pharmacy, he grew into a martial saint among men.

"It worked! It really works!"

Seeing his proficiency level rise with his own eyes filled Chu Hong with excitement.

Even the soreness in my body has lessened somewhat.

But he really couldn't take it anymore.

Although I only practiced stance training for a little over half an hour.

But I felt an emptiness in my stomach, and sweat poured down my forehead. My body was clearly exhausted.

Senior Brother Xiao immediately stopped his stance, helped Chu Hong up, and said in a deep voice:

"Junior Brother Chu, stop practicing for now. Let me take you to get something to eat."

Chu Hong also knew the priorities and nodded, stopping his stance.

He really hadn't expected that practicing martial arts would be so taxing.

Before leaving home in the morning, he ate two scallion pancakes at home, but he couldn't withstand half an hour of standing meditation.

But looking at the other apprentices in the training ground, they still seemed full of energy.

Chu Hong asked in confusion:

"Senior Brother Xiao, why are they still so energetic?"

Senior Brother Xiao dragged Chu Hong forward, laughing:

"You'll find out when you go to the cafeteria."

The two arrived at the canteen.

It was not mealtime, but many apprentices were eating.

Chu Hong found it even more amazing: "It's not mealtime, so we can just come and eat here?"

"That's the good thing about our Chengfeng Martial Arts School," Senior Brother Xiao said, pointing to the kitchen where flames flickered intermittently.

He continued, "Our canteen is open all day; you can come and eat whenever you're hungry."

"Eat whatever you want?!"

Chu Hong's eyes lit up.

"What are you thinking about?" Senior Brother Xiao patted Chu Hong on the shoulder with amusement.

He pointed to several apprentices outside the canteen, munching on dry biscuits:

"Why do you think they don't come in?"

"Although our canteen provides three basic meals a day, you have to pay extra for extra dishes or meat."

"Practicing martial arts is very demanding; you can't sustain high-intensity training with just three meals a day."

Chu Hong understood.

No wonder my mother made herself a huge stack of scallion pancakes before dawn.

Her father even prepared several doses of blood-tonifying medicine so that she could focus on practicing martial arts.

It turns out that I was the only one unaware of how much energy martial arts training consumes.

It's all the original owner's fault. When she came here, she didn't understand anything and ran home.

Senior Brother Xiao clapped his hands and continued to explain:

"The path of martial arts training is essentially a process of accumulating qi and blood. Only when qi and blood are fully accumulated can one break through barriers and achieve breakthroughs."

"But qi and blood don't come from nowhere; they are accumulated through dietary supplements, medicinal supplements, and practicing standing meditation."

"You felt weak just now because you weren't getting enough nutrition. If you force yourself to practice martial arts at this time, you'll either lose all your strength or, in more serious cases, faint."

At this point, he also felt a bit hungry, so without further ado, he pulled Chu Hong along and said:

"Come on, your senior brother is in a good mood today, let me treat you to a nice meal."

"No, no!" Chu Hong waved his hand. "Senior Brother Xiao, if you teach me stance training, I'll treat you to a meal!"

"Hey, why be so polite? I'm happy to see you see the light, so I have to treat you to a meal today."

Senior Brother Xiao was full of sincerity.

Chu Hong wanted to decline, but then he saw that Senior Brother Xiao was pretending to be angry.

He nodded, no longer standing on ceremony.

The two chose a window seat and chatted casually while eating.

It was mainly Senior Brother Xiao who was talking, and Chu Hong was listening.

Suddenly, a commotion arose at the entrance of the canteen.

A young man in brocade robes walked in slowly, his posture upright and his bearing imposing—a truly handsome young man.

Several apprentices followed closely around him, like stars surrounding the moon.

The boy's eyes swept across the entire room, a hint of contempt and disdain appearing on his lips.

But he didn't say much, and went straight to the food serving window:

"Give me one of each of these, this one, and this one."

Having said that, he turned and beckoned to his henchmen: "Each of you choose a dish and put it on my tab!"

"Thank you, Young Master Tang!"

Chu Hong withdrew his gaze, thinking to himself that this was what a young master from a wealthy family should be like.

Senior Brother Xiao whispered a reminder:

"Junior Brother Chu, you may be mistaken. He is not some rich young master."

Seeing Chu Hong's confusion, Senior Brother Xiao picked up a piece of food and continued:

"His name is Tang Sinian. He has excellent physical constitution. Once the headmaster returns, he will be accepted as a disciple."

"He is very likely to be a close disciple in the future."

"So the facility made an exception for him; he could spend whatever he wanted within his meal allowance!"

It's actually a top-tier bone structure?

Chu Hong clicked his tongue in amazement.

Those with exceptional physical constitution, one in ten thousand, are almost destined to become experts in the Transformation Realm, provided they do not perish prematurely.

At that time, they were someone everyone in Yunxi County looked up to.

No wonder they have such great privileges.

Even so, Chu Hong felt no envy.

What good is superior physical constitution? What good is becoming a master of internal energy transformation?

He possesses the virtue of "Heaven rewards diligence," and becoming a master of the Transformation Realm is only a matter of time.

As long as he doesn't slack off, he can even break through to the realm above the Transformation Realm.

There's nothing to envy.

Although he thought this in his heart, he sighed aloud:

"Such exceptional physical constitution, one in ten thousand, is truly enviable."

"Envy? You only deserve to be envious!"

An arrogant voice suddenly rang out.

Chu Hong looked up and saw that the speaker was none other than Tang Sinian, the main character in their conversation.

He was standing by the table, holding a plate, looking down at the two of them with an arrogant expression.

Towns tapped the table twice in his youth:

"This spot is good, I'll take it. You guys can move to another spot."

Chu Hong and Senior Brother Xiao exchanged a glance and simultaneously picked up their food and switched places.

Those with superior physical constitution are either disciples of the master or even his closed-door disciples.

Such a status represents an absolute privilege within the martial arts school.

Arguing with him will only result in you suffering losses and being held a grudge; you'll gain nothing.

The wisest choice right now is to remain patient and avoid confrontation.

Moreover, Chu Hong only wanted to practice martial arts properly here and did not want to cause trouble.

Avoid it if you can.

Of course, if the other party keeps pressing him, he's not one to be trifled with.

Seeing that the two were so sensible, Tang Sinian snorted and sat down.

Before long, the henchman followed, immediately beginning to flatter:

"Young Master Tang is so impressive! He made those two slink away with just one sentence. He's so cool!"

"That's for sure. Young Master Tang has truly superior physique and is a future master of the Transformation Realm. Even the senior brothers in the inner courtyard have to treat him with utmost respect, let alone two junior apprentices with inferior physiques."

"Hehe, speaking of innate talent, do you guys remember that conman Xiao Yi? He used to boast that he had top-grade innate talent, but the master touched his bones and immediately exposed it as inferior, hahaha!"

"How come I didn't know? I was there at the time. He almost got kicked out of the martial arts gym. It was hilarious."

"A fake is always a fake. Stop pretending to be a genius. Only our Young Master Tang is the real genius!"

"Hehe, Young Master Tang, my family owns a beef jerky shop. Just let me know if you want some, and I'll bring it to you!"

"Young Master Tang, Young Master Tang, my family can get our hands on top-quality medicinal herbs..."

As everyone laughed, they began to frantically pledge their loyalty and fawn over each other, trying to demonstrate their own worth.

All they wanted was to curry favor with Tang Sinian, this super genius, and gain some protection.

Tang Sinian feigned nonchalance, pressing his hands down, his face revealing undisguised smugness:

"Alright, alright, we've gone off on a tangent. Let's eat!"

On the other side, Chu Hong saw that Senior Brother Xiao's expression was calm and he showed no anger, which made him curious.

Senior Brother Xiao glanced at him and chuckled:

"I was once a person with superior aptitude, and I'm used to this kind of flattery and belittling."

"This little incident doesn't bother me."

"As for Junior Brother Chu, your temperament truly surprises me. I wonder what happened this month."

Chu Hong shook his head slightly, let out a soft breath, and looked out the window:

"Some things have happened, but they're all in the past now."

He shoveled a few more mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, his eyes resolute.

"Senior brother, eat quickly. I still need to practice standing meditation. In this world, innate talent is not important; personal strength is what matters."

"That's right," Senior Brother Xiao nodded in agreement, "Junior Brother, you're just my type!"