Immortality begins with exchanging talent attributes.

evening.

The county government prison and the torture chambers.

More than ten temporary prison guards on the night shift stood below, each with a different expression.

Today is the day of the assessment.

The test was simple: the Fifteen Forms of the Body Tempering Technique.

If you can complete and play the entire piece smoothly, you've mastered the basics and can stay in prison to continue your duties.

If one can achieve a minor level of proficiency and grasp the power of qi and blood, one can directly become a formal prison guard, and one's monthly salary can be increased to one tael and two mace.

In addition, one can also obtain a martial arts manual from the county government office from the warehouse.

"Collarbone Grappling Technique"

As for those who haven't entered the ranks... the Corpse-Dragging Cave has always been short-handed and desperately needs fresh talent.

Liu, the jailer with small eyes, sat at the head of the table, holding a cup of tea. The fat on his face looked oily in the firelight.

Beside him stood a thin, middle-aged instructor.

This person, surnamed Zhao, was the one who taught them the Body Tempering Technique.

Zhou Yan raised his eyes and glanced at the person at the head of the table.

  

A white light floated above Liu Laotou's head.

[Changing course with the wind (in white)]

Meanwhile, above the head of Instructor Zhao next to him was another beam of white light.

[Masterful boxing stance (white)]

They are all white entries, and the lifespan required to exchange them is extremely expensive.

He only glanced at it casually before looking away.

Li Mazi and Xiao Liuzi stood in the crowd, saw Zhou Yan, and came over with a mocking look on their faces.

"Oh, Young Master Zhou really came."

Li Mazi lowered his voice and said sarcastically, "I thought you knew you weren't going to make it and had already packed your bags and run away."

Xiao Liu chuckled along.

"That corpse-dragging cave is much colder than death row. Can your small frame handle it?"

Zhou Yan glanced at the two of them calmly, then ignored them.

Once the results come out, they'll naturally shut up.

The assessment began soon.

The first few temporary prison guards took their places.

Most people successfully mastered the Body Tempering Technique. After all, it's not that difficult to get started with it. As long as you don't have too little talent, and you work a little harder, three months is enough.

There was only one prison guard, whose boxing skills were clumsy and hesitant. Before he could finish, Instructor Zhao waved him off.

"No need to fight anymore!"

Upon hearing this, the jailer was so frightened that he immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Give me another chance. I don't want to go to the Corpse-Dragging Cave, Warden Liu, Instructor Zhao!"

But Liu, the jailer, didn't even glance at him. With a wave of his hand, two jailers stepped forward and dragged him away.

The cries echoed throughout the torture chamber.

Seeing this scene, none of the other prison guards, including Zhou Yan standing at the back, reacted.

These are the rules of the county jail: if you enjoy a stable job and salary, then you must abide by the rules.

Today, if Zhou Yan is also unqualified, then no one will pity him or give him a chance.

When it was Li Mazi's turn, he completed a full set of Body Tempering Technique.

Although the power was weak, at least the overall flow was smooth.

Instructor Zhao nodded.

"Barely at the beginner level."

Li Mazi's face immediately lit up with joy. As he left the stage, he even glanced at Zhou Yan with a hint of smugness on his lips.

Xiao Liuzi is about the same.

Although the two were not particularly talented, their physical foundations were much stronger than the original owner's, so getting started was not difficult.

Soon, Instructor Zhao's gaze fell on Zhou Yan.

"Zhou Yan".

The noise in the room suddenly subsided considerably.

Many of the prison guards looked over.

Everyone knew that Zhou Yan was the one in the worst health among these temporary prison guards.

I heard a few days ago that he couldn't even complete a full set of body tempering techniques.

If it weren't for his father's connections in prison, this assessment would probably have been completed long ago.

Liu, the jailer, also raised his eyelids.

"Let's begin."

Zhou Yan took a deep breath and slowly walked to the center of the training ground.

In an instant, all eyes were on him.

Li Mazi and Xiao Liuzi stood in the crowd with their arms crossed, looking like they were waiting to see what would happen.

In their view, Zhou Yan was already incredibly lucky to have finished the match today.

Want to pass the assessment?

dream!

Zhou Yan ignored the stares.

He simply exhaled slowly, spread his feet apart, and assumed the stance for the Body Tempering Technique.

Instructor Zhao stood to the side, watching him expressionlessly.

"start."

The words fell.

Zhou Yan moved his feet and immediately launched the first move.

His movements were slow.

Some even deliberately slowed down.

But it is precisely this unhurried stance that makes him appear exceptionally stable.

The boxing stance was fluid and the breathing was steady.

Instructor Zhao's initially indifferent gaze gradually became more serious.

Liu, the jailer, paused slightly in his teacup.

The temporary prison guards who had been whispering on the sidelines gradually lowered their voices as well.

By the time Zhou Yan reached the eighth move, the mocking smile on Li Mazi's face had frozen.

wrong.

That's not right.

What's wrong with this kid? He couldn't even finish a whole set the other day, how come he's playing so smoothly today?

With the final move completed, Zhou Yan stood firmly on his feet.

He completed the entire body tempering technique.

Moreover, the movements were not scattered or disordered at all from beginning to end.

A hint of surprise flashed in Instructor Zhao's eyes. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Zhou Yan lightly step forward and deliver his right fist.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound rang out clearly throughout the training ground.

A loud thud was heard as the fist was thrown.

Little success!

The room fell silent instantly.

Li Mazi's eyes widened as if someone had grabbed his neck.

Xiao Liuzi opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound for a long time.

Liu, the jailer, put down his teacup, and the fat on his face twitched slightly.

"A loud thud from the punch?"

Instructor Zhao stared at Zhou Yan, his tone revealing a hint of surprise.

Zhou Yan withdrew his fist and said in a low voice:

"I was lucky enough to gain some insight last night."

He said this calmly.

But to everyone else, it sounded like a slap in the face to Li Mazi and Xiao Liuzi.

Just a few days ago, he was a useless piece of trash who couldn't even hold a proper boxing stance.

Today, I have achieved minor success in the Body Tempering Technique.

Is this what you call luck?

Instructor Zhao did not immediately make a judgment, but frowned and said:

"Try it again."

Zhou Yan's heart stirred slightly.

He knew that firing a single shot was enough to pass the test, and might even be enough to make him a formal prison guard.

That's enough. He doesn't need to attract too much attention. After all, even if he reveals his full strength, there won't be any reward, and it might even arouse suspicion.

With a change of heart, Zhou Yan once again assumed a boxing stance.

This time, his movements remained unhurried, only his breathing became slightly rapid.

Of course, he did this on purpose. With his current level of practice, he could play it a dozen or twenty more times without feeling tired.

With the final punch unleashed.

"Smack!"

Another crisp sound rang out.

Mastering the art of applying force, you've undoubtedly achieved a minor level of proficiency!

The training ground was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

This time, Instructor Zhao's expression finally changed.

Although the Body Tempering Technique was only a basic martial art issued by the county government, even the most basic martial art is by no means easy to master in just three months.

Liu, the jailer, sat at the head of the table, squinting his small eyes as he looked Zhou Yan up and down.

Li Mazi's face turned pale and then red.

Xiao Liuzi subconsciously took half a step back, a hint of panic in his eyes.

Is this still the same Zhou Yan who let them bully him?

Zhou Yan withdrew his fist, his chest heaving with heavy breathing.

Instructor Zhao was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked:

"Have you taken any medicine to replenish your qi and blood these past few days?"

Zhou Yan's heart tightened slightly, but he didn't show any unusual expression. He scratched his head and said:

"Yesterday, my third brother took me to buy some cheap medicinal herbs to replenish my qi and blood. I didn't expect to break through so quickly."

Instructor Zhao nodded thoughtfully.

Such things are rare, but they do happen.

Some people practice diligently for years, but their bodies become depleted, and they are unable to master the basics for a long time.

Once the Qi and blood are replenished, a sudden breakthrough is indeed possible.

Instructor Zhao looked at Zhou Yan for a moment and saw that although he was much stronger than a few days ago, he was still thin, so he did not investigate further.

After all, Zhou Yan had indeed practiced the Body Tempering Technique very hard before.

This was no secret in prison.

Instructor Zhao turned to look at Prisoner Liu.

Liu, the jailer, coughed and forced a smile.

"Excellent! Zhou Yan has passed the test and achieved minor success in the Body Tempering Technique, sensing his Qi and blood."

"According to the rules, from today onwards, you will be officially registered as a prison guard, and your monthly salary will be one tael and two mace."

Upon hearing this, the weight that had been hanging over Zhou Yan's heart since his transmigration finally began to lift.

Wasteful physique, four-year lifespan, corpse-dragging cave, debt...

Everything here felt like a sharp knife to his neck, forcing him to desperately try to survive as the blade drew near.

Now, we've finally solved the problem of the knife that was right in front of us.

From this day forward, he is no longer that useless person who could be sent to the Corpse-Dragging Cave to die at any moment.

Zhou Yan clenched his fists, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

Prison Chief Liu then glanced around and said:

"Prison rules, minor mastery of the Body Tempering Technique, rewarded with the martial art 'Clavicle Grappling Hand'."

He paused for a moment, then waved his hand.

An old jailer immediately came up carrying a wooden box.

Liu, the jailer, took a thin booklet out of the wooden box and casually tossed it to Zhou Yan.

"This martial art, though not a particularly advanced one, is best suited for those of us in prison."

"Practice hard, don't waste your time."

Zhou Yan took the booklet; it felt slightly heavy in his hand.

The booklet's cover was yellowed, and the handwriting was somewhat illegible, clearly indicating that it was a copied version.

But Zhou Yan felt a slight warmth in his heart.

What he lacks most right now is a set of methods that can be used in actual combat.

This book, "Collarbone Grappling Techniques," has arrived at just the right time.

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