Martial arts immortality begins with upgrading buildings.

The days passed by.

Since Shen Yifei broke through to the Martial Master level, several other students from the outer academy have exhausted their energy and blood to try to break through their own limits.

But without exception, they all failed.

All of these people were ruthlessly expelled from the boxing club.

Since Chen Qing joined the academy, the number of people in the academy has remained unchanged, but most of them have become new faces.

Chen Qing diligently practiced the Wuji stance every day, and his Qi and blood steadily improved.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

Micangdu Wharf.

Qin Gen's Residence.

Liu Laizi rushed to the courtyard, ran into the main hall, and reported to Qin Gen, who was leaning back in a chair smoking opium.

"Master Qin, Chen Kui is back."

"Really? Has everything been settled?"

Qin Gen straightened up and asked with a look of surprise.

"Chen Kui is injured and needs to rest for a few days, but he said he can take action within a week at the latest and help us kill Chen Qing."

Liu Laizi quickly replied.

"Okay, then I'll endure it for another seven days!"

A sinister smile crept across Qin Gen's lips.

......

Another week has passed.

In the afternoon, at the Wujiquan Club.

Chen Qing drank the blood-strengthening soup in his hand in one gulp.

They couldn't wait to return to their usual practice spot.

【Wuji Stance (99/100)】

"Just a little bit more."

He glanced at his personal panel, then suppressed his excitement, calmed his mind, and began practicing the Wuji stance.

With shoulders relaxed, elbows drooping, chest slightly concave, back straight, and fingers lightly grasping, the Hunyuan stance slowly unfolds.

Ten seconds later, he pressed down with both palms, relaxed his waist and hips, and then began to practice the tiger sitting posture.

Ten seconds later, he raised both arms overhead, palms facing upwards, and focused his energy into his dantian, steadily ending the Palm Heaven Stance, forming a complete cycle.

The medicinal power of the blood-strengthening soup in the body begins to boil as the standing meditation is transformed, and the warm air currents spread along the meridians to the limbs and bones.

Chen Qing felt as if her body was a dried-up old well, being gradually filled with this warm current.

One loop, two loops, three loops...

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Chen Qing's forehead, and his clothes were soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his back.

But his breathing remained even, and his movements remained steady, as if he never tired.

As the tenth cycle was completed and the Palm Heaven Style came to an end, Chen Qing suddenly felt something inside his body click, as if a lock had been opened or a breach had been made in a dam.

An unprecedented surge of heat erupted from the dantian, rushing and roaring along the meridians, clearing away all the previously sluggish acupoints.

At this moment, his skin turned bright red, the sweat that had just seeped out was immediately evaporated, and wisps of white steam kept rising from his body, the heat rising.

Soon, Wu Shun, who was standing nearby, noticed the situation.

His eyes widened suddenly, his lips trembled, and his voice changed, stammering, "Broken...broken through? Ah Qing actually broke through?!"

That shout immediately caused an uproar in the courtyard.

Dozens of eyes turned to Chen Qing.

His skin was bright red, and mist was rising from his body, a sign that he had successfully broken through his cultivation barrier.

"How is that possible? He's only been here a short time!"

"Wasn't he a dockworker? And with such poor physique, how did he manage to accumulate so much energy so quickly?"

"The key point is that he actually passed the level on his first try!"

Whispers rose and fell, a mixture of shock, suspicion, and jealousy, all eyes mingling together.

Lin Meng froze on the spot, her disdain completely gone, replaced by disbelief.

She stared intently at the white steam rising from Chen Qing's body, exclaiming in disbelief, "Forty days, and inferior talent? How is this possible?!"

Zhang Zhihe's face turned deathly pale, and the water bag in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

He recalled how he had mocked Chen Qing for being physically incapacitated and destined to fail, and now he felt a burning sensation on his face, as if he had been slapped hard.

"I've only managed to refine sixty strands of Qi and Blood so far! And he's already become an External Strength Martial Master?"

His lips were dry, his legs were weak, and he could barely stand, as if all his strength had been drained away.

He practiced diligently day and night, ate the best supplements, and had massages and repairs done. He spent countless dollars to accumulate more than sixty strands of qi and blood.

Chen Qing, who was just a low-born laborer, was actually faster than him!

On what grounds?

He worked so hard for so long, and in the end he's not even as good as a good-for-nothing?

Not far away, Guo Hong was instructing several newcomers on stance training when he heard the noise and turned around abruptly.

He strode up to Chen Qing, looked him up and down, his eyes filled with shock.

"The surging of qi and blood, like boiling water, and the rising heat are indeed signs of a successful breakthrough!"

He muttered to himself, then gasped, "Inferior physique, forty days to replenish qi and blood, and he succeeded in breaking through in one go?"

Knowing that he had no hope of breaking through to the Transformation Realm, he helped his master guide newcomers in the outer courtyard.

Of all the apprentices I've taught, there have been at least a hundred, if not two hundred. Apart from Shen Yifei, who has a superior physique, I've never seen anyone succeed in breaking through the barrier in such a short time.

Moreover, he has inferior physical constitution.

Without thinking twice, he turned and ran towards the inner courtyard.

We walked through the covered walkway and headed straight for the courtyard where Hong Zhenbang usually practiced his martial arts.

Hong Zhenbang stood with his hands behind his back under an old locust tree, watching several inner courtyard disciples practice their boxing techniques with a calm expression.

"Master!"

Guo Hong quickly stepped forward, respectfully clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "An apprentice from the outer academy has broken through his cultivation barrier."

"Oh? How long did it take?"

Hong Zhenbang didn't turn his head and said calmly.

"Forty days."

Guo Hong told the truth.

"Forty days?"

Hong Zhenbang paused slightly before turning around: "What's your name?"

"Chen Qing."

"That Chen Qing, introduced by Song Zheming, only has inferior physical constitution?"

Hong Zhenbang was quite surprised.

In the path of martial arts, the most important thing is one's physical constitution.

The reason Chen Qing was allowed to stay was purely because of the Song family's influence and because Song Zheming offered him sufficient benefits.

I simply don't believe that someone with inferior aptitude can enter the martial arts world.

He founded the Wujiquan Society more than 20 years ago, and has taken in thousands of students with average physical abilities, but only a few hundred of them have actually become martial arts masters, less than one-tenth.

The probability of a breakthrough for those with inferior physical constitution is even lower.

Chen Qing's breakthrough was partly due to luck.

As for the fact that it only took forty days, it's probably because the Song family provided some kind of secret medicine, so it's not surprising.

"Have him come to the inner courtyard to practice his skills tomorrow."

After Hong Zhenbang finished speaking, he waved his hand, signaling Guo Hong to leave.

It is already extremely difficult for someone with inferior physical constitution to break through to the external force level; there is basically no hope of advancing further.

It's not worth his excessive attention.

Not far away, Shen Yifei, who was practicing his boxing techniques in the courtyard, overheard the conversation.

His hands suddenly stopped moving, and he froze on the spot, as if he had been frozen in place.

It took him a long time to process the news.

From the initial shock, I slowly returned to calm.

"He really got lucky, but he's just a person with inferior physique. Once he enters the realm of external strength, his good luck will come to an end."

Shen Yifei gave a disdainful sneer.

He didn't know why Chen Qing was able to replenish his qi and blood in such a short time, but that didn't matter.

Even if Chen Qing becomes an external martial arts master, so what? The potential of his inferior physical constitution has been completely exhausted.

From now on, all we can do is look up from the mud and watch him climb higher and higher.