After returning from the Weapon Room, Wangchuan felt refreshed in both body and mind, a calm and confident smile lingering on his face.
For a long ti to co, the forging efficiency of Hundredfold Steel weapons in the Weapon Room would increase dramatically.
At the sa ti, the enthusiasm of the more than thirty shop assistants would be effectively maintained, further boosting both output scale and efficiency.
Beyond the visible increase in revenue, the hall’s overall soft power had also been strengthened.
When he returned to the Training Grounds—
Shouts shook the air.
More than a hundred Quasi-Martial Artists stood in orderly formation, practicing the combinations of 《Black Tiger Fist》 with precise movents.
The benefits of collective cultivation were obvious.
Everyone could witness each other’s progress.
They could also correct their own mistakes through reminders from those around them.
Wangchuan ascended the steps of the Training Grounds. In front of him stood a tal basin filled with tal beads of various shapes.
This was the tool he used to cultivate the Second-Rank martial art 《Iron Sand Palm》.
The essence of 《Iron Sand Palm》 lay in tempering the hands to beco increasingly resilient, repeatedly grinding the tendons and bones to strengthen defense, ultimately forging a pair of iron palms.
He had originally intended to abandon this cultivation thod.
However, after mastering 《Qingcheng Heart thod》, he decided to take it up again.
As long as 《Qingcheng Heart thod》 restored stamina and health, it granted experience points.
And 《Iron Sand Palm》 happened to have a strong self-inflicted training effect. After only a short ti of practice, his palms would grow red and burning hot, even breaking skin, causing his HP to drop rapidly.
Restoring HP required more ti and was relatively difficult.
Yet compared to 《Qilian Mountain-Sundering Axe》, 《Iron Sand Palm》 was actually better suited to assisting the cultivation of 《Qingcheng Heart thod》.
To that end, he had devised a solution.
He wrapped his palms in cloth strips and applied ointnt to the tal beads, greatly reducing friction damage.
In this way, he could cultivate both 《Iron Sand Palm》 and 《Qingcheng Heart thod》 simultaneously.
Wangchuan stood before the tal basin and imdiately noticed many Inner Disciples watching him.
Everyone knew what was inside the basin and that the Hall Master was cultivating 《Iron Sand Palm》. Whenever he practiced, so disciples would attempt to strike the iron sand with their palms or fists, only to recoil in pain, sotis even injuring themselves.
Having experienced the difficulty and harshness of this martial art, they gained a deeper appreciation for the Hall Master’s resilience and determination.
Wangchuan paid no heed to the surrounding gazes. After steadying himself, he activated his cultivation thod and began plunging his palms alternately into the basin.
Shff!
Shff!
The iron sand shifted with a dense, rasping sound.
Those who had tried it before could not help but twitch their lips, unable to bear the sight.
Yet Wangchuan remained expressionless. His movents were swift and steady, plunging again and again without pause.
Even with cloth wrapped around his hands, his full-force strikes drove them deeper. The friction of iron sand produced a persistent, piercing pain that was difficult to endure.
Before long, his palms burned hot, and all ten fingers throbbed in agony.
He glanced at his HP—
It had already dropped to 242/300.
Wangchuan imdiately stopped.
If he continued, his injuries would worsen and push him into a Light Injury State.
A few days earlier, he had overtrained and ended up at the clinic, where Physician Liao treated him with dicine, costing him more than a day of cultivation ti.
He still regretted it.
Now he dared not let his HP fall by more than one-fifth.
This was cultivation, not a matter of risking his life.
He sat cross-legged and began circulating 《Qingcheng Heart thod》. A warm current flowed from his dantian into his limbs and ridians, easing fatigue wherever it passed.
When it reached his fingers, the numb, aching pain felt as though it were imrsed in hot spring water. Though threads of pain lingered, what followed was calmness, comfort, and lightness.
After one full circulation cycle, his HP recovered by 5 points.
He remained seated for over half an hour, completing more than ten cycles.
Ding!
System notification:
“《Qingcheng Heart thod》 has advanced from ‘Minor Mastery’ to ‘Practice Makes Perfect.’ Reward:
2 Stamina.”
Excellent!
A smile appeared on Wangchuan’s face.
In recent days, he had practiced 《Qingcheng Heart thod》 whenever he found the opportunity. Its experience had long been on the verge of breakthrough.
Now, it had progressed naturally.
With the breakthrough, each circulation cycle of 《Qingcheng Heart thod》 now restored 8 HP and replenished more stamina.
After his HP fully recovered, Wangchuan rose once more and resud cultivating 《Iron Sand Palm》 in full view of the Inner Disciples.
《Iron Sand Palm》 was already at Minor Mastery. Every twenty repetitions granted 1 experience point. Yet after four or five hundred repetitions, he had to stop and circulate 《Qingcheng Heart thod》.
With 32 Stamina and 320 HP, his body had grown more resilient, allowing longer training sessions.
As Wangchuan cultivated, the Inner Disciples watched clearly.
The martial art they abandoned after a few attempts—the Hall Master practiced it all day.
Those who once complained that 《Black Tiger Fist》 was exhausting now changed their perspective, silently gritting their teeth and training with renewed seriousness.
“Hah!!”
“Hah!!”
The thunderous sounds of cultivation echoed through the Inner Hall.
They were clearly audible at the Huishui County docks.
On that day—
A striking fast boat drifted downstream from the direction of Heilong County and approached the dock.
At its prow stood three n dressed in the uniforms of Six Gates constables.
The middle-aged man at the front had a stern face. His hand rested on the saber at his waist, his gaze slightly cold.
Hearing the orderly shouts from the dock, he followed the sound and saw the Yulong Gang’s plaque. A thoughtful expression crossed his face as he asked casually,
“The Snake Elder of the Five Poison Sect—was he killed here?”
The constable standing behind him nodded cautiously.
“Yes, sir.”
“According to the case files submitted by the local authorities, the Snake Elder attacked this Yulong Gang hall during the Hour of the Ox and was shot dead by a cold arrow from the Hall Master stationed here.”
“What is this Hall Master’s level?”
“His na is Wangchuan. He advanced to First-Rank Martial Artist less than two months ago.”
“A First-Rank Martial Artist killing a Third-Rank? Hah. Then he must have used Armor-Piercing Arrows.”
A sharp glint flashed in the middle-aged constable’s eyes as he lifted his chin.
“Let us go in and have a look.”
“…”
The two constables behind him hesitated slightly, which the middle-aged constable imdiately noticed.
“Is there a problem?”
“No, sir.”
“It is just… Lord He, this Yulong Gang is a branch subordinate to the Caobang. They have recently taken control of Qingyi Sect in Heilong County. They maintain close ties with local authorities and major families. The Caobang also holds them in high regard. I fear… they may not be within our authority to act against.”
“Who said anything about acting against them?”
The middle-aged constable snorted.
“Armor-Piercing Arrows are a minor matter. Any gang secretly forges them. I rely wish to see what sort of person this First-Rank Martial Artist is, to stir up such montum and bearing.”
“Enough. Go announce our arrival. I do not intend for the mighty dragon to crush the local snake.”
“Yes, sir!”
The subordinate let out a quiet sigh of relief, stepped ashore, and hurried toward the Yulong Gang’s hall.
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