Gou Zai Xianwu Chaos World, Physical Sainthood

Chen Qing's incident did not escalate much.

Two days later, no one was talking about it anymore.

All eyes were on Lu Cheng.

When measuring his tendons and bones, Lu Cheng was found to be deficient in his original vital energy and blood.

This led to misunderstandings in everyone's minds.

It was only after Lu Cheng defeated the strongest person with just one move that everyone realized what it meant to be a "hero of his generation".

Qi and blood deficiency only affects one when reaching the Body Refinement Realm. Before that, Lu Cheng was still a "hero"!

Since he is a "distinguished person," Chen Qing is nothing special.

Therefore, everyone's perception of Lu Cheng underwent a significant change.

Especially that old disciple who clashed with Lu Cheng in the canteen before.

Whenever he saw Lu Cheng, he would deliberately lower his head, not daring to make eye contact at all.

However, Lu Cheng didn't care about this at all.

He was not a petty person and usually ignored minor acts of hostility that weren't too excessive.

Liu Wan'er's arm injury is quite serious, and it is estimated that she will be unable to move for at least a month.

This has a significant impact on cultivation.

However, after Lu Cheng requested Feng Zhan's permission, Feng Zhan agreed to extend Liu Wan'er's three-month period by one month.

This put everyone at ease.

……

On the training ground, Lu Cheng opened his eyes and sighed helplessly.

He used all his money to buy five doses of the Blood-Activating Powder, plus the one Zhuang Xing gave him, making a total of six doses.

After using the last three sets yesterday, my proficiency in the Xuan Ying stance skill increased by another thirty points.

But after standing all morning, my score only increased by two points.

However, due to the slow progress in stance training, more time was actually spent practicing the Seven Strikes of the Black Eagle.

In just two days, my proficiency has improved significantly.

His consciousness quickly swept across his mind, and the progress of the two martial arts techniques was clearly displayed.

【The Twelve Forms of the Black Eagle Stance】

[Grade: Low-grade human grade]

[Realm Level: Minor Success (92/300)]

……

Seven Strikes of the Black Eagle

[Rank: Mid-grade Human Rank]

[Level: Beginner (46/200)]

……

Now Lu Cheng no longer needs to practice the Black Eagle Strike at Feng Zhan Academy.

They practiced right next to the plum blossom stakes, facing the wooden dummy.

Whenever the disciples saw Lu Cheng tear off a piece of wood with one claw, causing wood chips to fly everywhere, they couldn't help but think of Chen Qing's broken wrist.

That's brutal!

The disciples who had previously condemned the damaged wooden dummy were even more alarmed.

Lu Cheng hadn't gone far at the time, so he must have heard what they were saying.

However, some people have shown great interest in this.

"Lu Cheng, I knew I hadn't misjudged you. I didn't expect you to have even mastered the Seven Strikes of the Black Eagle."

"In that case, you are fully qualified to fight alongside me in the duel two months from now!"

Zhuang Xing had been lying in bed for two days, and today he was finally able to get out of bed.

It was a great pity that we didn't get to see Lu Cheng and Chen Qing fight later on.

Therefore, upon seeing Lu Cheng practicing the Seven Strikes of the Black Eagle, he immediately ran over.

Lu Cheng did not find this objectionable.

Although Zhuang Xing has some mental issues, he is not a bad person.

He developed his strength in half a month, far exceeding the limitations of his aptitude. Such a speed is rare even in the entire Dongyang County.

Since he won't learn anything from watching, let him just watch.

After a while, seeing Lu Cheng engrossed in his practice, Zhuang Xing also lost interest and went off to practice his stance on his own.

A day has passed just like that.

The next morning, Lu Cheng did not get up early.

I slept until half past Chen Shi (7-9 AM) before getting up.

Yang Xiong was not someone to be trifled with; practicing a little longer was far less effective than perfecting one's spirit and energy.

At exactly 9:00 AM, as the sun rose high in the sky, a voice came from outside the Changfeng Escort Agency:

"The three-day deadline has passed, where is Lu Cheng?"

The sound swept across the training ground, spreading like waves towards the backyard of the escort agency.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Qi's voice, like a reef in the water, blocked out the sound.

"Could it be that Senior Lin Wanxiong of the Lin Family Martial Arts School has arrived? Please forgive me for not being able to greet him properly."

Before the voice had even faded, several figures walked in.

Leading the group was a lean old man, dressed in a blue robe, with gray hair, but his spirit was very high.

He was followed by five or six young disciples, both men and women.

One of them was holding a sheathed longsword and followed closely behind.

At this moment, all the disciples inside the escort agency were dumbfounded.

As the second most powerful martial arts force in Yangcheng after Cuiyun Temple and Tianquan Temple, the Lin Family Martial Arts School is well-known to all.

Hearing that it was someone looking for Lu Cheng again, I couldn't help but recall Chen Qing's words, "troublemaker," when he was dragged away.

How did Lu Cheng get involved with the Lin family martial arts school again after only a few days?

The crowd parted to make way, watching the old man lead his group past.

The chubby boy and his friends didn't recognize anyone from the Lin Family Martial Arts School, but they had all heard what Feng Qi had said.

Seeing the old man walk past him, the chubby boy immediately became furious.

It's all because of the traitors trained by the Lin family martial arts school that he can't even afford to eat braised pork knuckle anymore.

Thinking back to the time when his family members went to demand an explanation but were kicked out, he couldn't help but spit out "shameless".

Lin Wanxiong, who was walking forward, suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at the chubby boy.

The five senses of a body-refining martial artist are terrifyingly strong.

Feng Zhan could hear what Lu Cheng said while he was queuing outside the gate, even from inside the courtyard.

The chubby boy was less than ten steps away from Lin Wanxiong; how could his voice not reach Lin Wanxiong's ears?

"Are all the disciples of Changfeng Escort Agency so rude?"

As soon as Lin Wanxiong glared at him, the pressure of a mid-stage Body Refinement martial artist covered the little fat boy without any concealment.

The chubby boy felt a chilling coldness rise from the bottom of his heart.

The hairs on my body trembled instantly.

My heart was pounding uncontrollably.

"Senior Lin, please show mercy."

"This disciple is named Liu Guicai, and he is a member of the Liu clan in Guzhai Town."

Feng Qi and his two companions had appeared in front of the steps without anyone noticing.

As Feng Qi spoke, the chubby boy felt a powerful force press down on his heart, and his breathing slowly returned to normal.

The chilling sensation also disappeared.

Lin Wanxiong turned to look at Feng Qi, and after a long while, he spoke:

"Is Chief Escort Feng not even forty yet?"

Everyone was surprised to hear this.

Is this old man alright? Why is he suddenly asking other people's ages?

Only Lu Cheng noticed something.

Feng Zhan is already close to the mid-stage of Body Refinement, so Feng Qi, as the senior brother, can't be slower than him, right?

According to Lin Wanxiong's words, being in the mid-stage of Body Refinement at less than forty years old seems to be quite remarkable.

But Shen Yi of the Zhenwu Camp is about the same age as Feng Qi, and hasn't he already reached the Perfection stage?

Feng Qi nodded:

"Thank you for your kind words, Senior Lin. I am thirty-seven years old this year."

Lin Wanxiong sighed:

"The younger generation is truly formidable. When I was thirty-seven, I had only just entered the early stage of Body Refinement."

Before Feng Qi could reply, Lin Wanxiong snorted coldly again:

"However, teaching disciples really does take a long, slow process, year after year!"

"Yang Xiong, slap him!"

A young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old behind Lin Wanxiong responded with a "Yes".

Turning to look at the chubby boy, she lightly stepped forward and "whoosh" darted towards him.

In the blink of an eye, he had covered seven or eight steps and raised his hand to strike the chubby boy.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound of impact rang out.

Yang Xiong exclaimed "Huh?" and looked at the figure that suddenly blocked his way and exchanged a palm strike with him, his eyes showing surprise.