At dawn, the infirmary had only just opened.
Physician Liao saw the Hall Master stride in, white steam rising from his body. The skin between his thumb and forefinger on both hands had split open. Startled, the old doctor hurried to fetch his dicine box.
“This old man was wondering—why did it sound like soone was pounding and clanging all night? Hall Master, you were training again in the middle of the night…”
“Why are you pushing yourself this hard?”
“And these hands… eh? The injuries are not that severe. They were already bandaged? I will apply another layer of my specially blended ice powder. It will speed up healing.”
Physician Liao’s dical skill was excellent. Once the powder was spread over the wounds, a cool sensation seeped in, and most of the pain faded.
After the bandages were wrapped again, Su Wangchuan felt as if his hands had returned to normal.
Still, he did not dare continue training.
He had trained all night, finally struggled his way into entry level, and only then started gaining experience…
But his health was already becoming difficult to restore.
If he forced it further, he would fall into a Light Injury State and need far more ti to recover.
However, he had already thought of a better way to train.
After the inner disciples all entered the training grounds and began their daily practice, he told Bai Yuhui, Chen Ergou, Zhao Heiniu, and the others to keep watch over the hall. He then returned to his room to rest and log off.
After breakfast, he took a long staff from the gym, set up several sandbag posts in his room, and—
Thud!
Thud-thud!
Before the in-ga condition could fully feed back into his real body, Su Wangchuan was already whipping the long staff with practiced skill. A ruthless force snapped out, driving penetrative power into the sandbag posts.
Even though the posts were fixed and weighed five hundred kilograms, they shook violently under the blows.
If that strike landed on a person, it would be no gentler than 《Yang Family Spear Technique》. At minimum, it would shatter the entire ribcage.
Thud!
Thud-thud!
His hands remained uninjured.
He had also learned the refined “shaking” force—reducing recoil drastically.
He trained in his room until sweat drenched him.
At intervals, he used Ice Compress Spray to soothe his wrists and the torn skin, promoting circulation and dispersing bruising. Then he circulated 《Qingcheng Heart thod》 to restore stamina…
After that full routine, his whole body felt refreshed.
He logged back in to check.
The experience value of 《Green Bamboo Staff Art》 had already climbed to 37.
He logged off again and continued training.
After a full day and night, the staff moved more and more as he wished—he struck wherever he pointed. With power surging and retracting, he could control release and withdrawal at will.
He logged in late at night.
Ding!
[System Notification:]
“《Green Bamboo Staff Art》 has advanced to ‘Minor Mastery.’ Reward:
1 Strength.”
Su Wangchuan was ecstatic.
His Strength rose to 39.
What delighted him even more was that as 《Green Bamboo Staff Art》 improved, his daily circulation of 《Qingcheng Heart thod》 also accumulated experience. Its progress had reached 239/500.
At this rate, 《Qingcheng Heart thod》 would soon reach Entry-Level Mastery, granting
3 Stamina. When that happened, he would not need to spend all the Free Attribute Points he had saved in order to break into Second Rank.
With that thought, he trained even harder over the next two days.
In the ga, the hall’s disciples believed their Hall Master had split his hands from overtraining and was forced to rest and recover. That was why he did not appear at the training grounds.
Two days and two nights passed…
《Green Bamboo Staff Art》 reached 479/500.
《Qingcheng Heart thod》 reached 492/500.
Just as he entered the final sprint, preparing to break through in one decisive push—
The martial auction of Sanhe Commandery began as scheduled.
…
The auction was held at a Caobang hall under the watchful presence of various factions.
There were many participants.
First-Rank martial artists were almost insignificant here. They did not even qualify to sit, and all stood at the back of the venue.
In front were three rows of seats, each spaced by a fist’s width. Those seated were Second- and Third-Rank martial artists—either the leaders of county gangs, elders or patriarchs of major families, disciples of renowned sects, or figures with so reputation in the prefecture.
Farther forward were imposing grand chairs. Beside each sat a tea table with tea and fruit. n and won, young and old, wore calm expressions. Each had considerable influence in the prefecture—either Third Rank or Fourth Rank.
Bai Jingtang sat in the second row from the back, her gaze lowered.
Beside her were more than a dozen tense and excited n and won, all from different ga studios.
The auction began quickly.
One item after another appeared—weapons of various forms, so made by fad artisans and razor-sharp; garnts tailored by master craftsn, astonishingly tough; poisons; and cultivation resources such as ginseng, deer antler, bear paws, and tiger gallbladders. The factions competed fiercely, bidding with passion.
Bai Jingtang did not even lift her head.
Not until a niche technique was presented, with a starting bid of one hundred taels of gold.
The players around her breathed hotly, raising bids one after another.
Bai Jingtang still did not look up.
Only when the price climbed to six hundred taels of gold, and the bidders dwindled from seventeen down to the final two, locked in a stalemate—
“Seven hundred taels of gold.”
Bai Jingtang raised her eyes and spoke for the first ti, adding a full hundred in a single bid—shattering the fragile resolve of the last two.
The two competitors glanced at her. Caught off guard by this new entrant, they abandoned the bidding.
Bai Jingtang secured the first manual.
So ti later, the second niche technique ignited another round of fierce competition.
The price again rose to six hundred.
Bidders dropped rapidly.
Not every studio was willing to stake such a sum on a single niche technique—unless, like Bai Jingtang, they had reached a critical bottleneck.
Bai Jingtang struck again.
“Eight hundred taels of gold.”
Another hundred higher than before.
The weight of that bid crushed the last competitors’ nerve.
“Worthy of Captain Bai of Warring States Ga Studio—throwing out one thousand five hundred taels of gold in one breath just for two niche techniques… Truly wealthy and bold! Admirable! Admirable!”
People nearby turned to look.
Bai Jingtang accepted the two manuals without expression. Without hesitation, she opened them. The manuals vanished.
Many gazes withdrew at once.
Her heart surged with excitent, but not a trace showed on her face.
She knew the true battle had only just begun.
Sure enough—
After she took the first two niche techniques, competition for the remaining two beca visibly fiercer. Before long, soone called out an outrageous bid of eight hundred taels of gold.
And there were still three people competing.
Eight hundred and fifty taels!
Nine hundred taels!
Bai Jingtang’s fingers whitened slightly.
If she had not obtained one thousand three hundred taels of gold from Su Wangchuan, she would have had no hope of entering the third round of bidding at all.
“Nine hundred and fifty taels!”
When that price was shouted, the bidder’s voice trembled.
The other two competitors’ eyes dimd.
At that instant, Bai Jingtang’s eyes lit up. She spoke for the third ti.
“One thousand taels of gold.”
Boom!
In the auction hall, every expert from every studio went blank.
Had Warring States Ga Studio gone mad?
To smash several months of earnings just to buy three niche techniques?!
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