From the Iron Shirt Technique to physical sanctification

Fifteen minutes later, Zhang Yu emerged from the courtyard carrying a small bundle.

"Let's go!" He glanced at Wen Hua, who was keeping watch in the alley.

"Yes, Master." Wen Hua didn't ask any more questions and hurriedly followed Zhang Yu into the night.

The news of Li Xiong and his lover's murder spread throughout Cangmang City the next day.

"Have you heard? Li Xiong of the Black Tiger Gang was murdered in Widow Zhou's bed."

"Li Xiong's body was half smashed, it's really terrible."

"Who did you say killed Li Xiong?"

"Who knows? I'd guess he's a master of the Transformation Realm, after all, Li Xiong is a martial artist at the peak of the Dark Realm."

……

Zhang Yu paid no attention to the gossip outside. He began to seriously teach Niu Mancang and Zhao Dun how to practice Iron Shirt.

After Zhang Yu examined the bones of Wen Hua and the others, it was finally determined that Zhao Dun and Niu Mancang practiced Iron Shirt, while Li Yue, Wen Hua, Xia Shuang, and 13 children practiced the second-rate skill, Qingfeng Zhuang Gong.

Wen Hua truly lived up to his reputation for exceptional cultivation talent, mastering the basics of the Qingfeng Stance in just one day. As a result, Zhang Yu tasked him with teaching Li Yue and the others how to cultivate the Qingfeng Stance, while he himself personally taught Niu Mancang and Zhao Dun how to cultivate the Iron Shirt technique.

"Hit him harder! Hold on!"

bang bang bang...

Niu Mancang and Zhao Dun struck each other's bodies with short sticks.

"No pain, no gain."

"To become a martial artist, you must fight with all your might."

Zhang Yu looked at Niu Mancang and Zhao Dun, whose bodies were swollen and red from the beating, and loudly recited some inspirational quotes.

As for himself? His disciples' cultivation is his own business; he'd rather sit in the shade of a tree and enjoy himself.

Niu Mancang gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling uncontrollably from the pain, but he didn't utter a sound.

"I want to become a martial artist, I want revenge, and I'm not afraid to die for it," he shouted in his heart.

As for Zhao Dun? He screamed incessantly from the very first blow.

ah... ah...

"Senior Brother Niu, be gentle."

"Brother Niu, I can't hold on any longer. Let's both go easy on each other," Zhao Dun whispered to Niu Mancang, seeing that he was covered in blood.

"Junior Brother Zhao, it is a great opportunity for us to learn martial arts. How can we not cherish it? Master said, 'Only by enduring the bitterest of hardships can one rise above others.'" Niu Mancang not only did not reduce his strength, but instead increased the force of his strikes.

what……

Zhao Dun's screams suddenly rose in pitch.

The next second, he intensified his attack on Niu Mancang.

bang bang bang...

The sound of heavy, silent blows echoed from the courtyard. Li Yue, Wen Hua, and the others who were practicing Qingfeng stance nearby couldn't help but shrink back when they saw Niu Mancang and Zhao Dun covered in blood.

"Fortunately, we practice the Qingfeng stance."

They were almost unable to stand, their legs trembling, but seeing the miserable state of Niu Mancang and Zhao Dun beside them, they regained their strength.

Zhang Yu once said that anyone who couldn't master the Qingfeng Stance should go and practice the Iron Shirt Stance.

The Qingfeng stance, combined with breathing techniques, is very complex to practice and requires mental effort, while the Iron Shirt stance is a more arduous and laborious skill.

Half an hour later, every inch of Niu Mancang and Zhao Dun's skin had been repeatedly hammered, and blood kept seeping from their pores, making them look like blood-soaked people.

"Go into the sandpit!" Zhang Yu said.

Two sand pits were dug in the yard, and early in the morning Zhang Yu had Wen Hua and the other two's mother start brewing the Iron Shirt health-preserving medicine.

Two large buckets were filled, and then they were poured into two separate sand pits.

Niu Mancang and Zhao Dun jumped into the sandpit, and Zhang Yu buried them both, leaving only their heads sticking out.

The medicinal properties, mixed with the sand, nourished and repaired the body while simultaneously abrading the skin.

Zhang Yu sat under the shade of a tree, took a sip of tea, and looked at his system panel.

【Iron Shirt Skills (5/500)】

【Iron Shirt Skills (6/500)】

In just a short while, his proficiency with Iron Shirt increased by two points.

"With the help of medicine, my Iron Shirt training is progressing very quickly."

After mastering the Iron Shirt technique, Zhang Yu not only felt his skin become tighter and thicker, but his strength also increased slightly.

After being buried in the medicine pit for an hour, Niu Mancang and Zhao Dun climbed out and began hitting each other's bodies with short sticks again.

They practiced like this repeatedly until it got dark.

In the evening, three women brought out the cooked second-tier monster meat and blood-nourishing soup, along with a basket of steamed buns.

Looking at the monster meat and steamed buns, Niu Mancang and the others, who had been practicing martial arts all day, all revealed eyes like hungry wolves.

With nearly twenty mouths, each with a belly like a bottomless pit, Zhang Yu felt a slight pressure.

"Luckily, I found a lot of gold and silver valuables at Li Xiong's lover's place last night," he thought to himself.

"Stop, that's enough practice for today, let's eat."

Ow...

Upon hearing the word "meal," the disciples immediately cried out and rushed toward the dining table.

"Everyone, drink a bowl of blood-nourishing soup first, then eat." Zhang Yu said coldly, "Wen Hua, maintain order."

"Yes, Master!"

The recipe for the Blood Nourishing Soup was obtained by Zhang Yu from the Chu family. He personally tried it and found it to be very effective. It can strengthen the body's foundation, repair hidden injuries, and is an indispensable tonic for building a solid foundation.

"The energy from second-tier demon beast meat is too great. Two ounces per person, no more. There are plenty of steamed buns, eat as much as you like," Zhang Yu instructed before turning and returning to the backyard.

The rules have been established today, and from now on, Wen Hua will supervise their cultivation.

Through these few days of observation, I have found that although Niu Mancang is the oldest, he is too honest and kind-hearted, like an old ox who only knows how to cultivate himself silently.

Wen Hua is more suitable to take on the role of the senior disciple.

However, Zhang Yu did not switch their positions, but instead entrusted Wen Hua with the task of leading disciples in cultivation in the outer courtyard.

"Delicious, so delicious! I never thought I'd get to eat monster meat in my life, especially second-tier monster meat." Zhao Dun ate the meat in one bite, a satisfied expression on his face.

"Master not only taught us martial arts, but also provided us with meat and various medicinal supplements. Everyone must cultivate diligently to live up to Master's expectations, Zhao Dun, especially you." Wen Hua glared at Zhao Dun.

Zhao Dun shrank his neck and said, "I will definitely work hard in the future."

"We were originally lowly people from the slums, and we would never have been able to learn martial arts in our lives. We didn't know when we would die. Our master rescued us from the slums, and even our mother was able to live in the South City and have enough to eat. Zhao Dun, I saw you slacking off during your training today. If it happens again, I'll beat you up." Wen Hua stared at Zhao Dun and said.

"Brother Wen, practicing Iron Shirt is too painful, I can't take it anymore."

"You're not afraid of death, so why would you be afraid of pain? Do you want to go back to the slums and be a hopeless, lowly person forever?"

"Brother Wen, I was wrong."

"Call me senior brother."

"Senior brother, I was wrong."

……

After finishing their meal, Wen Hua told everyone to cultivate on their own. He went to the backyard alone and knocked on Zhang Yu's door.

"Who?"

"Master, it's me!"

"Come in."

Squeak!

Wen Hua pushed open the door and went in.

Zhang Yu glanced at him and asked, "What's up?"

"Master, I also want to cultivate Iron Shirt Technique," Wen Hua said.

"Um?"

"Master, I have already mastered the Qingfeng stance and am confident that I can develop Ming Jin and become a martial artist within six months. After eating the monster meat and blood-nourishing soup tonight, I feel that I still have the energy to learn another martial art," Wen Hua said respectfully.

Zhang Yu pondered for a moment, then taught him the method of circulating Qi and blood in Iron Shirt: "Don't practice it too hard."

"Yes, Master!" Wen Hua left with a smug look on his face.