Immortality begins in the Great Wilderness Grotto Heaven

"Junior brother, please don't misunderstand."

Seeing Zhou An standing there dumbfounded, a sly glint flashed in Xu Hongyu's eyes.

"The medicinal power of Guiyuan Soup is difficult to refine in a short time. I imagine that Junior Brother will be practicing his boxing here from now on."

But I have other things to do, so I can't stay here forever.

Therefore, after finding out my junior brother's size, I was able to go to the storeroom early to collect the inner disciple's uniform.

"I see, thank you for your help, Senior Sister Xu."

Upon hearing this, Zhou An breathed a sigh of relief. After giving his measurements, he watched Xu Hongyu walk away.

He thought that this Senior Sister Xu had suddenly developed some feelings for him.

After all, even Xu Tai, the owner of the museum who adheres to double standards, would pay more attention to him because of his appearance, not to mention that he directly showed his talent in order to obtain more resources.

"Once the fist technique is fully perfected, can one then enter the stage of Qi and Blood Transformation?"

After Xu Hongyu walked away, Zhou An muttered something to himself and then focused all his energy on the Tiger-Taming Fist.

"If I want this senior sister to keep her promise to casually provide the cultivation method, I need to cultivate it to perfection as soon as possible."

I wonder how much stronger my qi and blood will be after the effects of this Rejuvenating Soup wear off, and to what extent my martial arts progress will be.

With this in mind, Zhou An began practicing the Rising Tiger Fist once again.

As soon as he started throwing punches, his mind went completely blank.

As all distracting thoughts dissipated, the intricacies of the Tiger-Taming Fist came to mind.

Once, twice, three times...

Without any pause, Zhou An transformed into a relentless training machine. By the time his stomach began to rumble with hunger, he had already completed the thirteenth repetition.

[Fuhu Fist: (Dacheng 272/500)]

The progress has increased from 118 points to 272 points.

Zhou An closed his eyes.

Yesterday, his blood and energy were as fine as strands of hair.

But right now, it's like a stream.

"With my current strength, if I were to encounter that old ghost from last night again, I might be able to pierce him with a single punch."

"How about we go and kill that Boss Peng tonight?"

Thinking of this, Zhou An couldn't help but feel a little hesitant.

As the publicly acknowledged Blood Cultivation Martial Artist of the Chang Le Gang, Boss Peng's wealth must have been at least equal to, if not greater than, that of his subordinate Fang Shi.

If he could possess it, it would surely allow him to advance further in his martial arts.

As for whether there will be any psychological burden after killing someone.

If a mere Fang Shi could cause someone to destroy his family, then how could Peng Laoda, his superior, be a good person?

On ordinary days, it has caused countless families in shantytowns to be torn apart.

Killing this person would be considered an act of kindness and good deeds.

After all, Zhou An was somewhat uneasy about thinking about getting something for nothing when resources were scarce, so he could only comfort himself by acting as a chivalrous knight.

"Let's see. I encountered evil spirits on my first nighttime foray into the shantytown. My luck isn't very good."

"If only Boss Peng lived in the outer city."

"Young man, you should know when to stop practicing boxing."

Just as Zhou An was pondering this in his mind, a voice came from behind him.

He looked up and saw Uncle Fu from the pharmacy looking at him with a meaningful expression.

"Don't ruin your health just because of a few compliments. That girl Hongyu isn't so easily swayed by your charms."

"Uncle Fu is right. Don't think that just because you've become a Blood Cultivator, you can climb the social ladder at will."

Before Zhou An could explain, a sarcastic remark suddenly rang out.

Zhou An frowned and looked in the direction of the sound.

A young man dressed in the formal attire of a disciple of Zhengyang Martial Arts School was seen strolling over.

Although the man had a respectable appearance, he was arrogant and seemed to have come specifically to target him.

"What makes you say that, Senior Brother Feng?"

After a moment's thought, Zhou An immediately learned the details of the newcomer through his predecessor's memories.

It was Feng Ping, one of the fourteen formal disciples of Zhengyang Martial Arts School.

"Uncle Fu, could you please give me another bowl of Guiyuan Soup?"

Ignoring the man, Zhou An asked a question before heading towards the pharmacy.

Uncle Fu smiled and immediately handed over the second bowl of Guiyuan Soup.

Zhou An took it without hesitation and gulped it down.

Although the medicinal soup had cooled down over this period of time, the fiery medicinal power did not diminish at all the moment it entered the stomach.

In the time it takes to breathe, the feeling of being starving vanished under the influence of the medicine.

Zhou An did not hesitate.

He returned to the open space and assumed the stance of the Tiger-Taming Fist.

"I heard that there's another junior brother in the inner sect, so I came here specifically to check on him."

Seeing that Zhou An, a newcomer to the inner sect, not only showed him no respect but also dared to ignore him, Feng Ping's face immediately turned gloomy.

He came here because he heard from the outer disciples that someone had gained the favor of the sect leader, Xu Tai, and that this would threaten the position of his senior brother, Fang Xu.

Therefore, he thought of taking advantage of the time when Senior Brother Fang was away to come and see the background of this new disciple in advance and test his strength.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived here, I heard from Uncle Fu that this kid was actually eyeing Senior Sister Xu.

Who is Senior Sister Xu?

She is the apple of the master's eye and the dream lover of their inner disciples.

Whoever wins Senior Sister Xu's favor will surely be able to inherit this huge Zhengyang Martial Arts School in the future.

Those disciples who had entered the inner sect early on didn't have the chance, yet a newcomer who had just sensed the flow of qi and blood dared to be the first to try and take it.

"Junior Brother Zhou, if you want to succeed in practicing boxing, it's not enough to just bury yourself in hard work."

"Since I entered the inner sect early, let me give you some pointers on behalf of the other senior disciples."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Ping narrowed his eyes, his gloomy expression turning into a smile, and rushed towards Zhou An.

"Young Feng, private fights are not allowed within the martial arts school."

Seeing this, Uncle Fu from the pharmacy frowned and quickly spoke up to stop it.

These energetic young men don't even care where they get jealous or quarrel.

"Uncle Fu, rest assured, it's just a friendly exchange of pointers. How could I dare to violate the sect rules and engage in a private duel here?"

"Junior Brother Zhou, would you like your senior brother to give you some pointers?"

As they were talking, Feng Ping, who had come closer, threw a punch amidst a loud laugh.

This isn't guidance at all; it's clearly an attempt to force oneself on someone.

"Good timing."

Zhou An sneered inwardly, but remained silent on the surface. He mustered all his strength and threw a punch at Feng Ping, who was coming towards him.

With mastery of the fist technique, one's qi and blood surge greatly.

He was looking for an opportunity to test his current strength and see the gap between himself, a "newly promoted" blood cultivator, and the veterans.

Although Zhou An didn't know what had gotten into Feng Ping, the inner sect member, he wasn't going to let him get away with it.

The sandbags were offered, so why not use them?

"How dare you!"

Seeing Zhou An advance instead of retreat, Feng Ping, who was worried that Zhou An would ask Uncle Fu for help, sneered inwardly and increased the force of his fist in anger.

"I'd like to see just how capable you are as a newcomer."

"Bang!"

Lost in thought, their fists collided violently in mid-air.

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