Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

"Day three of missing Brother Dali..."

"The fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day... the eighth day of missing Brother Dali..."

After returning home that day, Zhang Qingshan practiced his stance training in the courtyard of the shed, with a carrying pole on his shoulder, carrying buckets full of water at both ends.

The water in the bucket rippled, as if water was about to spill out, but because of the two leaves on the surface, the ripples could not expand, and the water in the bucket eventually maintained a certain balance.

Zhang Qingshan seemed to have some philosophical insight:

"The vibrations spread, creating waves even without wind; the power of a single leaf can suppress the turbulence."

However, it was all for naught; I didn't feel like I had gained any real control over the water-carrying experience.

"Brother Zhang, what are you practicing this time? It's so weird."

"Hey, isn't this the divine skill that Old Xu taught you? Brother Zhang, you're fickle, aren't you? Where did you learn it from this time? Tsk tsk tsk, I must say, it's actually quite good."

"Xiao Zhang, if you have all that strength left, go and pull up some night-blooming jasmine for us."

The neighbors finally couldn't contain their curiosity.

Zhang Qingshan smiled and said, "This isn't anything strange or weird; it's a martial art taught at the martial arts school."

"Tch, you really think we'd believe that?"

"It's clear that Xiao Zhang has ambitions. He should save up his money and try to go to a martial arts school someday."

Old Liu helped Widow Xie gather some firewood before coming over and touching Zhang Qingshan's forehead. "You don't have a fever, kid. What nonsense are you talking about?"

After saying that, he remembered something else. "Oh right, the new foreman mentioned you. He said if you don't go now, you'll never go back. Brother Zhang, why don't you go to work tomorrow? This job is tough, but you get cash every day, and you can still eat your fill of coarse grains. Take advantage of your youth to earn some money, so you can go back to the village and get a wife later..."

"Hey, Lao Liu, are you implying something?"

"Sister Xie, Lao Liu is actually a pretty honest man..."

"Pah, Xiaochun, you're asking for it."

A rare cheerful mood filled the courtyard.

Zhang Qingshan certainly wouldn't waste his time at the dock. Two days later, Old Liu sadly relayed a message that the boss had fired Zhang Qingshan from the labor team and even suggested sending some gifts to try and win him back, but Zhang Qingshan shook his head and refused.

Time continues.

We are getting closer and closer to successfully imbuing our spiritual energy through stance training.

This day.

Zhang Qingshan was practicing quietly in a corner of the martial arts hall. After practicing for more than ten days, he had made some progress. His physical condition had improved and his memory was clear, so he could use more of his energy to feel and think.

Take a water-carrying stance, close your eyes slightly, and slowly imagine yourself carrying water, walking along a mountain path. Your body will sway slightly unconsciously, and your muscles and bones will also make subtle adjustments.

"Don't worry, Junior Sister Jiang, it's a small matter in your family. I'll just talk to my father about it."

"Haha, Ah Jun, you're very thoughtful. If it's really difficult, you can try contacting Brother Jiang. With Uncle Jiang's power, I think all you need to do is give him a word."

"Brother Zhou, you flatter me. Your Zhou family's name carries more weight than mine. It's just that Xiaoqing Gang only has a few members, but they will give my father some face."

"Hehe, it was my Qin army that was presumptuous. With Young Master Zhou and Young Master Jiang here, there is no need for my father, a mere constable, to take action."

"How fortunate Xiao Rong is to be able to learn martial arts with several senior brothers. If my wealthy father knew, he would probably burn incense and pray to his ancestors to express how incredibly lucky he is."

Jiang Nuan is a soft and delicate beauty who is about 1.65 meters tall. Even when she is training in the martial arts arena, standing in the Wave-Treading Stance, she still makes people feel that she is pitiful and lovable. She is completely different from the tall, strong, and cold senior sister. Most men prefer this kind of beauty.

Upon hearing these words, a surprised smile flashed across her face, and her pearly white teeth parted slightly, revealing the tip of her pink tongue.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Qin, Senior Brother Zhou, and Senior Brother Jiang. With your help, my family's pharmacy will surely be saved."

Others nearby sighed, "It's a pity my brother-in-law is a leader of the Qingshui Gang, and he's sworn enemies with the Xiaoqing Gang, otherwise I would have been willing to lend a hand too."

"Junior sister, although I don't have much ability, if your family goes to Xiaoqing Township to purchase medicinal herbs in the future, my Rong family is willing to cooperate and help."

"Yes, Senior Brother Li and Senior Brother Rong are very kind."

"Old Rong, you'll have to do me a favor in the future..."

The man called Senior Brother Zhou shook the fan in his hand. "It's a pity that if it weren't for the changes at my Qinghe Martial Arts School, where my eldest senior brother joined another sect, my second senior brother perished, inner disciples withdrew, and my master grew old, causing the school's prestige to decline, we wouldn't have needed to take action. Even if the other party is the leader of the Little Green Gang, they wouldn't dare to act recklessly just because of our status as formal disciples of the martial arts school."

"Yes, it's a pity. Brother Zhou, have you ever thought about changing martial arts schools? Brother Liu and Brother Qin Gang from the inner sect have already gone to the Divine Leg Martial Arts School."

"Haha, why are you turning around? I will still be working for the Zhou family in the future. I'm not tied to the martial arts school, so it won't have any impact. Besides... seeing how hard Senior Sister is working, I can't bear to see her like this. I'm a man who cherishes women."

"Shh, Brother Zhou, if Senior Sister or some of the inner disciples hear you say that, they won't give you a good look."

"Hehe, I dare not offend Senior Sister, who is a body-refining expert, directly. As for the other inner disciples, what do my Zhou family members have to fear?"

These people spoke arrogantly, and the other ordinary disciples kept their heads down and practiced martial arts, not daring to speak or interrupt. Some people kept glancing at them out of the corner of their eyes, full of envy, and offered them flattering smiles.

Zhang Qingshan had been training at the martial arts school for more than ten days and already knew that there were different social strata within the school.

The ranking of the martial arts school disciples is also changing. Now the eldest sister has the highest status, followed by the second and sixth senior brothers of the inner sect. He doesn't know about the family background of the senior brothers of the inner sect.

However, among the martial arts disciples in the outer courtyard, these people were the most powerful and wealthy, the top-tier nobles.

Even the Jiang Nuan family, who just encountered difficulties, has a pharmacy at home.

The Qin soldier who spoke first was a constable, while the two highest-ranking officials were the son of a branch of the Zhou family in the inner city and the youngest son of the county magistrate.

Even if they gossip about the martial arts school's senior female students, everyone else can only pretend they didn't hear it.

Even those who groveled on the sidelines were relatives of big shots in the Qingshui Gang or sons of landlords in the rural markets outside the city.

Zhang Qingshan's background was worlds apart from theirs.

Moreover, judging from their words, some of them seemed to think that Qinghe Martial Arts School was not irreplaceable, displaying an air of composure in their choice.

There's no need to force yourself to blend in with different circles; Zhang Qingshan lets things go in one ear and out the other.

However, some other ordinary disciples, upon hearing a certain sentence from them, showed a moment of surprise and agitation. They had joined the martial arts school not only to learn martial arts, but also to find a powerful backer.

The way these wealthy disciples were talking made it sound like there was some serious problem with Qinghe martial arts, and they were worried that it might implicate them.

Zhang Qingshan didn't care, because he had a vague feeling about it for a long time. After all, if Qinghe Martial Arts School hadn't lowered its admission standards, he might not have had the opportunity to learn stance training and future boxing and breathing techniques. Risk and opportunity coexist.

After showing off their power and influence, those disciples also began to cultivate.

Some practice stance training, while others cultivate a certain boxing style. Their punches are accompanied by explosive sounds and are extremely powerful. They are all exceptional, and their strength is among the best of the ordinary disciples.

It's normal for other ordinary disciples to fear and envy those who have power, influence, and martial arts. Even the senior disciples in the inner sect are more lenient with them when they teach, perhaps because they don't want to offend them.

Compared to them, Zhang Qingshan stood like a lackey, with an ordinary appearance. Although he was neither humble nor arrogant and had a certain air about him, he did not have the imposing wealth or extraordinary appearance of a natural person, and was not particularly noticeable among all the disciples.

Well, he wasn't completely invisible; at least when he was practicing stance training, some new disciples were paying attention to him.

A level two martial artist is far better than someone who is still trying to get started with martial arts.

"Brother Zhang is amazing. No wonder you're a formal martial artist. Your stance training is just different. Could you tell me your techniques?"

"Brother Zhang, have some water. This is brown sugar water that my mother specially brewed. It's very nourishing after practicing martial arts. The gourd in the water is new and clean. By the way, Brother Zhang, my father was very happy to hear that I recognized you as my elder brother. He even said he would have you go to my family's tailor shop to make two clothes for you."

This is Wang Shenjun, a newly initiated disciple. His family owns a tailor shop. Knowing that Zhang Qingshan is already a level two martial artist, he is certain to become a formal disciple of Qinghe Martial Arts School, so he has been trying to strike up a conversation with him lately.

Zhang Qingshan knew the other party's purpose, but he didn't care. No one was more noble than anyone else, and the other party didn't have any malicious intent.

He accepted the brown sugar water offered by the other party and slowly explained his training experience, while also adding his insights on becoming a formal martial artist through the Six Powerful Techniques.

Seeing that Zhang Qingshan was humble and willing to communicate, several new disciples nearby gathered around to ask him for advice. This little commotion also attracted the attention of other disciples.

Most people glanced at it and thought it was normal, while some scoffed.