The proof of Emperor Wu began with daily rewards for diligence.

For the next four days, Chen Jue stayed at home, practicing standing meditation, swordsmanship, and taking drugs.

Originally, with his daily rate of 5.5% increase in Qi and blood accumulation, he would have reached the Qi and blood perfection level by the second day, meeting the requirements for "Martial Arts Foundation Building".

However, Chen Jue had heard his martial arts teacher mention that perfect qi and blood was not the limit for a prospective martial artist.

Historically, many well-known martial arts masters have gone on to achieve a further 10% improvement on the basis of perfecting their Qi and blood.

The benefit of doing this is that when building a foundation in martial arts, the forged blood and qi furnace will be more perfect, and the physical strength will be significantly enhanced.

Chen Jue's ambition is to raise his Qi and blood to 120% of the perfect state, so as to reach a realm that no one before him has ever reached.

However, reality will teach every arrogant person a lesson.

Sixth day of sick leave.

Chen Jue's body had only reached 111% of its normal capacity when his body began to show signs of strain. It seemed that if he didn't find a way to release the excess energy, it would turn into threads and spray out from his pores.

Seeing that his ambition to dominate the country was unlikely to succeed and that he might even die from a hemorrhage, Chen Jue had no choice but to admit defeat and return to the garrison ahead of time to apply for his own Foundation Establishment Pill quota from the General Office.

This is one of the benefits of joining the City Patrol Division, and also a means for the City Patrol Division to win over martial artists at the True Qi Realm.

"Young man, your injury healed so quickly?"

The gatekeeper, Uncle Xiao, is a kind-hearted man who can strike up an impromptu, awkward conversation with anyone he meets.

Kaiyang Garrison, covering an area of ​​more than 30 mu, is located in the very center of Kaiyang Street.

A seven-story office building stands in front, with a predominantly blue and white color scheme. Two stone lion statues are placed in front of the building, symbolizing strict laws and the suppression of evil spirits.

"Chen Jue, have you lost your mind?"

"Instead of resting at home, you've come to the garrison to be a 'scrutinizer'?"

As soon as Chen Jue arrived at the main office of Group Three, he was given a severe scolding by his uncle, He Yuanshan.

The other group members who were chatting and drinking tea couldn't help but smile when they saw this.

Thinking back to when they first started working, they were just like Chen Jue, afraid that taking an extra day off would displease their superiors.

Today, Chen Jue was dressed in a brand-new black patrol uniform. His eyebrows and eyes were like stars and the moon, and his face was like pear blossoms and crabapple blossoms. He had a knife at his waist, and his figure was upright and imposing. He was full of youthful spirit and heroic vigor.

"Uncle, I have reached the peak of Qi and Blood cultivation and have come to the garrison to apply for the Martial Arts Foundation Building Pill."

Chen Jue's words drew the attention of everyone in the office.

"Wow! What a young man! He's only so young and has already reached the Foundation Establishment stage in martial arts. He has a bright future ahead of him!"

"He Yuanshan, you've really raised a good nephew. If Xiao Jue ever achieves great things in the future, don't forget your old brothers!"

The office was filled with chatter, and everyone started praising He Yuanshan.

He Yuanshan's initial look of surprise quickly turned into pride and self-satisfaction. He waved to his colleagues repeatedly, saying that his nephew's martial arts talent was only average, and that there were countless people in the world who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage at the age of twenty...

After enjoying the compliments from his colleagues, Chen Jue and his uncles approached and said, "Uncle, the garrison's monthly quota of Foundation Establishment Pills is only one."

"If you don't write me a letter of recommendation soon, I'll give this spot to someone else."

"Nonsense! Martial artists strive to be first in everything! How can we let others seize the opportunity?!"

Upon hearing this, He Yuanshan snapped out of his arrogance and, while vehemently rebuking Chen Jue, began to furiously write at his desk, his handwriting scribbling haphazardly, as if he were even more anxious than when he himself was building his martial arts foundation.

The "Martial Arts Foundation Building Pill" can weaken the barrier of the dantian that rejects qi and blood, increasing the success rate of aspiring martial artists in establishing their foundation by 30%.

In remote areas of the Divine Dynasty, martial arts resources may be extremely scarce.

However, in a super provincial capital like Linjiang, whose influence extends to the three provinces of Jiangnan, Jiangbei, and Jiangdong, it is not a rare sight.

Aspiring martial artists who join the garrison for internships can apply for this pill to break through their limits after their Qi and Blood have reached their peak, with the guarantee of a recommender.

However, after breaking through, one must serve the garrison for three years. If one leaves the garrison early for any reason, one must return martial arts resources of double value.

Chen Jue took his uncle's letter of recommendation and headed straight for the general office on the fifth floor.

The young ladies in the general office didn't recognize Chen Jue, this newcomer, which made his journey smooth as he arrived at Tang Shuo's door.

Chen Jue knocked lightly on the door three times and received a "Come in".

In the well-organized office, besides Tang Shuo, there was one other person.

The man was in his thirties, with prominent cheekbones and a thin face. He glanced at Chen Jue with a pair of sinister, slanted eyes.

His gaze wasn't friendly, and he didn't look like a good person.

"Newcomer? What's up?"

As the director of the general office, Tang Shuo controlled personnel, logistics, and confidential matters. He was stern and recognized Chen Jue at a glance.

"Director Tang, I have recently reached the point of perfect Qi and Blood cultivation, and I have come to apply for the Martial Arts Foundation Building Pill."

Chen Jue explained his purpose and handed over his application form and recommendation letter.

The man behind him, his eyes filled with malice, changed his expression drastically upon seeing this and cursed, "You brat! Don't you know anything about first come, first served?! I'll claim this Foundation Establishment Pill first!"

"If you want a quota, come back next month!"

The man stepped forward menacingly, his fists clenched, as if he would make Chen Jue suffer if he didn't back down.

"Zhang San! This is the General Manager's office, watch your words!" Tang Shuo's gaze was sharp as a knife, making the man called "Zhang San" dare not say anything.

"When applying for quotas, we always look at growth potential first; there's no first-come, first-served basis!"

Tang Shuo refuted Zhang San's argument by comparing the two applications, and the superiority of the former became immediately apparent.

"Zhang San, your application has been postponed until next month."

Director Tang enforced the law impartially, and Zhang San's face darkened.

"Isn't this inappropriate, Director?" Zhang San said, unwilling to give up.

Tang Shuo ignored him and placed the two application forms in a conspicuous place on the table.

He circled the age section in red.

At 20:32, any normal person knows who should be prioritized for the quota.

Zhang San was slapped in the face by the application, his chest heaving with anger. He turned his head and glared fiercely at Chen Jue, his eyes filled with naked hostility.

"You just wait!"

Zhang San grabbed his application form and recommendation letter, stormed off, leaving Chen Jue alone in the office, feeling awkward.

This is fair competition; you have to accept the consequences of your bet. How can you blame him?

Moreover, a month is too long, and he has reasons to argue for it.

It's even more impossible for him to spend his own money to buy the Martial Arts Foundation Establishment Pill.

Chen Jue sat in the general office for a while, and soon someone brought him an exquisite box.

The box is palm-sized and exquisitely designed, with the lid engraved with an embossed design of the "Suanni Zhenshi" (狻猊镇世) from the Patrol Bureau.

Chen Jue opened the box for inspection and saw a snow-white pill the size of a thumb sitting in the center.

A unique fragrance wafted into his nostrils, and Chen Jue's blood and qi surged as if they were eager to flow into his dantian and establish his martial arts foundation.

As expected of the "Inspector's Brand" Martial Arts Foundation Building Pill, which is worth over 50,000 on the market, its quality is far superior to the inferior pills on the black market.

Having confirmed that the pills were genuine, Chen Jue thanked Tang Shuo, who simply waved him away, telling him to leave on his own.

Chen Jue carefully placed the pill close to his body.

Just as he stepped downstairs, a burly figure suddenly darted out from the other side of the corridor and bumped right into him.

Chen Jue's stance training was solid, his feet were firmly rooted to the ground, and after being hit, his body remained as stable as a pine tree, without moving an inch.

The burly man who was bumped on the shoulder stumbled forward and almost fell.

"Are you blind? Can't you see your Tiger Lord is here?!"

The burly man turned around, and the villain made the first accusation. Without saying a word, he formed his five fingers into a claw and reached out to grab Chen Jue.

In the hallway, several people who were standing close together turned their heads when they heard the sound.

It's Zhang Hu!

After graduating from martial arts high school, this person did not pursue a martial arts college degree, but instead went to a socialized martial arts school.

He had fought countless underground boxing matches and was highly experienced in combat. At only nineteen years old, he had already reached the ninth level of Qi and Blood. He was adopted as a godson by Zhang Wei, the leader of the fourth group, and was exceptionally recruited as an intern by the garrison.

Looking at Chen Jue on the other side, a top student from the martial arts academy, they had some impression of him.

"Chen Jue is in for a world of trouble!"

One is a seasoned veteran, a seasoned fighter; the other is a bookworm fresh out of university.

Anyone with eyes can see what the outcome of this conflict will be.

As everyone expected, the moment Zhang Hu grabbed Chen Jue's shoulder with his left hand, his right hand clenched into a fist the size of a clay pot, which resembled a seal and slammed straight down on Chen Jue's face.

With this punch, Chen Jue's handsome face, which would make any man jealous, would surely be covered in bruises.

"this one?"

Chen Jue scoffed coldly, twisted his shoulders and hips, gathered the power of the three external forces, and suddenly broke free of the five fingers on his shoulder.

At the same time, he kicked out from the side with a speed even faster than Zhang Huchong's punch.

"So fast!!"

Zhang Hu, whose grip had been broken, was shocked by the intense sense of crisis that made the hairs on his body stand on end.

He hurriedly retreated, trying to dodge Chen Jue's kick.

But it was too late.

"what!"

The kick landed squarely on Zhang Hu's abdomen, causing him to bend over like a shrimp and fly backward with a scream.

Boom!

That kick was so powerful that bricks flew through the air.

After Zhang Hu landed on his buttocks, he remained in an arched posture and slid backwards for quite a distance.

"Wow!"

Zhang Hu fell sideways to the ground, his stomach cramping uncontrollably. Tears mixed with snot as he vomited up all the acidic fluid from the previous night, filling the corridor with a foul stench.

Upon seeing this, the people in the corridor erupted in uproar.

Everyone thought Chen Jue was an easy target, but he turned out to be a grenade that exploded at the slightest touch!

Poor Zhang Hu became famous in the boxing ring at a young age, and was invincible in the Qi and Blood Realm.

As a result, as soon as he entered the sanatorium, he was kicked to the ground by another professionally trained young man.