Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

"A silver-backed spirit clam, and within its silver back there are slight golden spots, giving it a hint of the aura of a golden-backed spirit clam. Such a spiritual creature has not appeared in the Clear Water River for a long time. Martial artists who eat it will experience a surge in their qi and blood, a solid foundation, and their cultivation will be aided by the gods. The key is that, unlike pills, it doesn't leave any residual poison. Are you really willing to give it to the Pavilion Master?"

Sixth Senior Brother Chang Yueshan stared at Zhang Qingshan with a strange look in his eyes.

"As far as I know, you are not wealthy. Even if you can't bear to eat it yourself, you can still exchange it for money. With my status as a disciple of Qinghe Martial Arts, other martial artists or restaurants wouldn't dare to lower the price too much. Such spiritual items are always in high demand but priceless, and they are definitely worth a lot. They could sell for tens or hundreds of silver dollars!"

Zhang Qingshan shook his head.

"Regardless of its actual value, I only acquired it by chance for fifteen silver dollars. I heard that such spiritual items are useful for healing injuries, and I also overheard someone mention that the master of the martial arts school might be injured. I currently have no need for these spiritual items. The Qi and Blood Pill that my senior brother gave me a few days ago has already met my needs. Qinghe Martial Arts School has been kind to me by passing on its teachings, and I will never forget it."

After a pause, Zhang Qingshan smiled and said:

"Although I am poor now, and gold and silver are important, they cannot affect Qingshan's principles as a person. I do not covet such material possessions day and night, nor do I cherish them as my life. Senior brother, you don't need to worry about those things!"

Chang Yueshan's eyes gleamed as he sized up Zhang Qingshan, becoming increasingly satisfied.

"Good, you are loyal, honest, and calm. Gold and silver are indeed important, but it would be even better if you were not blinded by such external things. Haha, we martial artists ultimately rely on the fists in our hands. In today's turbulent society, the strong prey on the weak. Those greedy old rich people who are insatiable and stingy all their lives have not ended up with anything good."

He glanced at the spirit clam in the bag again, a broad smile on his face.

"Alright, Master does need spiritual nourishment. Your thoughtfulness is commendable, and Master will be pleased. You should practice diligently first, and I will deliver it to the backyard."

Zhang Qingshan didn't know the true value of these spiritual items either. He had only been in the martial arts world for a short time, so how could he have come into contact with these circles?

Seeing his sixth senior brother so happy, he was also quite satisfied.

He is simply confident in his future, so he doesn't act in a scheming or underhanded way, but that doesn't mean he's ignorant of or unaware of social niceties.

Being overly polite is never a bad thing, and being clear about right and wrong isn't just something you say; you also need to show it and let others know.

As for what his sixth senior brother said about selling it for tens or hundreds of silver dollars, Zhang Qingshan really didn't care.

There are give and take, gains and losses. As long as he remains strong, he can slay demons and monsters and rob the rich to help the poor. He has no mental fastidiousness, nor is he the kind of rigid gentleman who is easily bullied and doesn't think things through.

However, he thought to himself that when he had more money in the future, he could give Wang Quan and his nephew a little compensation. These were all minor matters, and whether he made a profit or a loss was not worth worrying about.

It's better to cultivate oneself.

At the same time, watching the countdown on the system decrease filled me with anticipation.

"Heh, so you're also a follower of Xing Jin."

"I thought he was someone with a unique personality, but I didn't expect him to be such a sycophant. Tsk tsk tsk, peasants learn so quickly, they've even learned how to give gifts."

"This is a good thing. It proves that this person also knows how to weigh the pros and cons. If we have the time, we can try to win him over."

"Interesting. So it turns out he's not incapable of bowing down, he just looks down on your family background, Xiao Rong. If our Young Master Zhou or Young Master Jiang were to step in, he'd probably bow down and beg for mercy."

Seeing this, some people in the training ground watched from afar. Although they didn't know exactly what Zhang Qingshan had given, some of them made sarcastic remarks.

Rong Teng, who had been ignored by Zhang Qingshan, was brought up again to make fun of him, which made Rong Teng even angrier at Zhang Qingshan's petty "arrogance at first, obsequiousness later, and treating people differently based on their status".

"Hmph, I already found out. He's just a villager from Zhangjia Village at the foot of Qingshan Mountain. His family only has a few acres of farmland. I bet he brought some shabby local specialties. Don't be fooled by Senior Brother Chang's smile; he's probably speechless inside."

Inside the courtyard of Qinghe Martial Arts School.

Senior Sister Ji Feiyu said with a happy expression: "That's great! Although spiritual items are valuable, they are difficult to acquire because of those two gangs of bastards. I was just worried that I didn't have any spiritual items to mix with the demon beast meat and the great medicine. This is just in time. This item, combined with the secret medicine of my martial arts school, will definitely be able to alleviate your internal injuries, Father."

The museum owner, Ji Feiyun, shook his head with a wry smile:

"You know all this is a waste of energy, so don't waste your spirit. I have lived for nearly a hundred years, experiencing all kinds of hardships, battles, cultivation, and planning. I have enjoyed everything I should have. Living a few more or a few less days makes no difference. It's just a pity that I had a daughter late in life, so I couldn't protect you for a few more years, and I haven't seen you find a good husband or have grandchildren around you."

Ji Feiyu was both heartbroken and ashamed: "Father, I told you long ago that in this life, I, Ji Feiyu, am devoted to martial arts and will not consider personal feelings. Humph, I am a strong woman who is a martial arts expert, and I will not be a tool for procreation."

"Also, Father, stop talking about dying and living every day. I will definitely find a magic pill to heal your internal injuries. With your level of martial arts, you should live to be 150 without any illness or disaster."

Chang Yueshan's heart stirred: "Master and Senior Sister, I've heard that those barbarian demons possess some kind of gene potion, the Seed of Flesh and Blood, which has a strange ability to reshape the physical body. I wonder if we could obtain a portion for Master..."

"Bang!"

A loud bang echoed in the void, like a bomb exploding, as Old Master Ji's aged hand clenched tightly.

The shockwaves spread outwards, causing the surrounding greenery to sway.

His eyes gleamed like a roaring beast as he shouted, "If you mention those demonic paths again, get out of the martial arts school now, or I'll have to clean house!"

Chang Yueshan was filled with trepidation: "Master, I was wrong."

"Father, Junior Brother Chang meant well."

Ji Feiyun paused for a moment.

"It's not that I'm old-fashioned and obstruct your path, but that those foreign and demonic methods harbor evil spirits and are not the right path. My Great Yan Martial Arts are about cultivating a stronger body and a stronger will, ultimately forging a stronger and purer self, protecting an independent soul so I can roam freely."

"Those barbarian practices of manipulating bloodlines and worshipping demons are a bizarre and insidious path of becoming a dependent of demons. In the end, they lose themselves and become terrifying beings, dependents of demons. How can we humans betray our bloodlines and become monstrous beings, neither human nor ghost, subject to the control of others!"

"Would we still be ourselves then?"

"Father, those people don't seem like lunatics to me. Is it because you...?"

Seeing that his daughter and apprentice wanted to say something, he waved his hand:

"Let's not talk about these things anymore. We've said the same thing so many times, and it's meaningless. By the way, how are the other businesses of the martial arts school? Tell the disciples that if things don't go well, their own safety should be the top priority."

"Father, don't worry. The other junior brothers in the inner sect are stationed in various places. A few days ago, we followed the escort agency to kill some villains and gave them a warning. There are no problems at the moment. However, the medicine shop that the third junior brother in the inner sect is stationed at has been reported to be spyed on by the Mountain Forest Gang."

Ji Feiyun shook his head: "As long as I'm not dead, these bastards won't dare to completely break off relations."

After talking for a while, the conversation turned to the trip to Changyue Mountain.

"By the way, the one who gave the spirit clam was the disciple with the strange aptitude you mentioned last time, right? Regardless, it was a kind gesture, at least he wasn't the kind who only took and never gave. Well, we can't let him have his things for free. Here's what we'll do: Fei Yu, lend him your Martial Realm cultivation notes to review. The martial arts school is short-staffed right now, and Xiao Liu can't personally teach him every day. If he really has a good aptitude for a Martial Seed, then he can use these notes to cultivate."

......

Zhang Qingshan was overjoyed to receive his senior sister's martial arts training notes.

It wasn't because it contained the senior sister's insights, but because the notes recorded details such as breathing techniques following the stance training.

Even though breathing techniques and other methods are supposed to be taught only after becoming an inner disciple, Zhang Qingshan didn't know why the sect leader and others had given them to him in advance.

Perhaps it was his respect for his teacher that moved them, or perhaps they were certain he would become an inner disciple, or perhaps in their eyes, the knowledge of martial arts cultivation was not so secretive or important.

More likely, there are several reasons, including the decline of martial arts school talent and the poor health of the former headmaster.

To put it bluntly, objectively speaking, while the martial arts school was in trouble, Zhang Qingshan actually benefited.

Without these events, it wouldn't be so easy to join a martial arts school, and the school master wouldn't be so easily moved now.

From other people's perspectives, Zhang Qingshan's actions were truly remarkable. Under such circumstances, it would have been impossible for anyone else to offer up the spirit clam; they would have either sold it for money or used it to nourish their own body.

It can only be said that every drink and every bite, the filial piety of brothers, the respect of elder brothers, and the kindness of teachers, are all due to cause and effect and fate.

Hearing the system's prompt in his mind, he knew that the method in this notebook was correct.

I kindly put it away and continued my cultivation.