Immortality begins in the Great Wilderness Grotto Heaven

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, a powerful force erupted between the flesh and bone.

Feng Ping's pupils suddenly contracted, and a strong, sharp pain suddenly came from his right fist.

"How is that possible?"

He instinctively pulled back his fist and stepped back, but his gaze toward Zhou An was filled with horror.

Although he didn't use his full strength in that punch, he still used about 70-80% of his power.

Logically speaking, a newcomer who has just sensed the flow of qi and blood should not be able to easily block it, let alone repel it.

"This kid... could he be born with superhuman strength?"

Seeing Zhou An standing motionless, Feng Ping's expression turned ugly.

Although he was very unhappy, his purpose was to educate newcomers, not to embarrass himself.

If the opponent is truly born with superhuman strength... continuing the fight will only make him lose face.

Afterwards, I'm afraid I won't be able to claim credit from Senior Brother Fang Xu, and I might even be looked down upon.

"Um?"

Just then, Feng Ping's eyes flickered, and he saw Zhou An's tightly clenched right fist suddenly withdraw and loosen.

Is he relaxing and releasing force with this movement?

"Didn't Senior Brother Feng say he would give me some pointers? If that's all, I'm afraid it's not enough?"

Seeing Feng Ping hesitate, Zhou An smiled slightly.

He took a step forward, twisted his toes sharply on the ground, and pounced straight at Feng Ping like a tiger that had been waiting for a long time.

That punch just now made Zhou An realize that his strength had already surpassed that of this senior disciple who had entered the sect much earlier.

But that's not enough.

You promised to be the punching bag, and you want to leave without even having a proper match?

"Pretentious!"

Seeing Zhou An rapidly approaching with tiger-like strides, Feng Ping, who had initially intended to retreat, became annoyed.

A mere novice disciple dares to bare his teeth at him.

"Since you weren't born with superhuman strength, I'd like to see how long you can last."

Remembering Zhou An's earlier action of withdrawing his fist and loosening his palm, Feng Ping immediately stopped holding back.

Just then, Zhou An threw a punch.

This punch was nothing fancy, just a simple straight punch.

In the past, Feng Ping felt he had more than a dozen ways to easily resolve the situation.

But just as he reached out, Zhou An suddenly accelerated.

That seemingly ordinary punch, in the midst of his sudden drop and lunge, sent both man and fist crashing into his center.

Feng Ping felt a sudden darkness engulf his vision.

In a daze, it seemed as if a fierce tiger was really pouncing at him, making his chest sink and his breathing become rapid.

"No, this kid is acting against me."

Having also started practicing the Tiger-Taming Fist, Feng Ping immediately realized the truth.

But there's no time to call a pause for him right now.

Faced with Zhou An's sudden punch, Feng Ping, without time to think, quickly crossed his arms to protect his chest and chose to take the punch head-on.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, Feng Ping felt a sudden tingling and numbness in his arm.

"Bang!"

At the same time, Zhou An threw another punch.

The fist was like a heavy hammer, and Feng Ping was forced back four or five steps by the powerful force.

When Feng Ping came to his senses, he realized that the blue brick ground beneath his feet had two white marks from the soles of his shoes.

"There are too many flaws; this sandbag is far too fragile."

Seeing Feng Ping's arms trembling in mid-air, Zhou An immediately lost interest.

He wanted a truly exhilarating performance, but this senior brother Feng...

If that second punch hadn't hit the arm, but instead struck the waist from the side...

This arrogant senior brother Feng, who was so cocky at the beginning, probably can't even stand up now.

This level of skill is simply insufficient to meet his current needs.

Instead of continuing to fight the opponent and wasting your own energy, it's better to focus on cultivation to avoid wasting the medicinal power of the Rejuvenation Soup.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother Feng, and for testing my punching power. But let's stop here for today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou An ignored Feng Ping's reaction and began to concentrate on his cultivation.

Seeing this, Feng Ping's face turned bright red.

He's a senior disciple who's been an inner disciple for over four months, and everyone at Zhengyang Martial Arts School looks up to him.

Now he's being beaten down by a newbie who just started on his first day. If word gets out, how will he survive in the inner sect?

Seeing Zhou An's nonchalant attitude, Feng Ping, despite his resentment, dared not continue fighting.

"Junior Brother Zhou's fist technique is indeed extraordinary, but there are still differences among inner disciples."

I hope my junior brother will act more composed in the future and not be too... smug.

Feng Ping took a deep breath, forced out a harsh remark, and then quickly turned and left.

"This boy does indeed pose a threat to Senior Brother Fang Xu's qualifications. We must inform Senior Brother Fang as soon as possible."

He's someone you can't afford to offend, but that doesn't mean he can act recklessly once he enters the inner sect.

In the pharmacy, Uncle Fu watched this scene quietly. His seemingly cloudy old eyes glanced back and forth between Feng Ping's disheveled figure and Zhou An, who was practicing his boxing, and he couldn't help but click his tongue.

"I was worried that this kid would suffer because of my careless words, but now it seems that I was overthinking it."

It hasn't been long since then, and they've already found another promising talent.

It seems Xu Tai's luck has truly turned around.

He smacked his lips and sighed softly.

Before long, Xu Hongyu reappeared at the pharmacy entrance.

"Junior Brother Zhou."

A shout snapped Zhou An out of his reverie, who was engrossed in practicing his fist techniques.

[Fuhu Fist: (Dacheng 345/500)]

"The progress has increased by another 72 points. At the current rate, I can reach the perfect level of boxing today."

Feeling the surging power of qi and blood within his body, Zhou An sighed inwardly.

However, he was also well aware that the reason he was able to improve so quickly was mainly because Guiyuan Decoction made up for his deficiency in qi and blood.

Without the support of this secret medicine and Xu Hongyu's explanation, the progress would have slowed down immediately.

"We still need to make money."

Thinking of the Guiyuan Soup that cost 8 taels of silver per serving, Zhou An sighed inwardly and immediately walked towards Xu Hongyu.

"These are the uniforms for the inner disciples of Zhengyang Martial Arts School, two sets in total."

From now on, when my junior brother travels outside, he can use the name of my Zhengyang Martial Arts School.

As for this book of demon illustrations, it's something I promised to give you.

But there's one thing you must remember, junior brother.

After handing Zhou An two sets of blue martial arts uniforms embroidered with the characters "Zheng Yang" and a book as thick as a fingernail, Xu Hongyu said solemnly.

"Our Zhengyang Martial Arts School has always been law-abiding. If my junior brother uses the name of Zhengyang Martial Arts School to bully the weak and do evil, then Zhengyang Martial Arts School will definitely clean up its ranks."

Of course, if anyone provokes anyone from Zhengyang Martial Arts School, Zhengyang Martial Arts School will never stand idly by.

"I will keep your words in mind, Senior Sister, and I will never do anything like bullying the weak or committing evil."

Zhou An accepted the martial arts uniform and books, and spoke earnestly.

With this outfit, he was essentially wearing the skin of the Zhengyang Martial Arts School.

If this dress were to hang in the yard in the future, Qiaoqiao would feel much more at ease.

"By the way, senior sister, I have another favor to ask."

Seeing the satisfied look on Xu Hongyu's face, Zhou An pondered for a moment before suddenly speaking.

"During this training, I feel my qi and blood are insufficient. I wonder if you could lend me 18 taels of silver, so I can buy two more bowls of Guiyuan Soup?"

The progress of the Tiger-Taming Fist technique has reached 345 points.

If he had two more bowls of the Rejuvenation Soup, Zhou An was absolutely confident that he could perfect his boxing skills today.

"I can lend you the money, but the Guiyuan Soup is limited in quantity at the martial arts school. If you want to buy it, you might as well wait three more days."

Xu Hongyu shook her head.

"I know that my junior brother is eager to improve his cultivation, but haste makes waste."

The medicinal power of Guiyuan Soup is not as simple as you think. Half an hour is only the initial refining. Its hidden medicinal power is far beyond what a martial artist who has just entered the Blood Refining Realm can fully digest.

If you really want it, I can have Uncle Fu prepare it for you in three days.

Xu Hongyu wasn't worried that Zhou An wouldn't be able to repay the money, but she knew that too much of a good opportunity could be wasted, and she didn't want this promising talent to be ruined by haste.

"Hongyu is right. Although the medicine is good, it is still medicine after all."

At this point, Uncle Fu added.

"If you really have insufficient qi and blood, you can take this rhinoceros meat back and stew it. It will ease the trouble I just caused you."

"Um?"

As Uncle Fu handed over a piece of meat wrapped in oil paper, Xu Hongyu frowned, her eyes filled with astonishment.

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