Holy body, start with the Five Animal Exercises

20: Meet the tomb robber againA continuous series of striking sounds rang out, and the few people around couldn’t help but look over, some with disdain, others with amusement.

Inside the main house, Wang Minglang rose from his bed and walked to the window, watching the few people practicing in the courtyard.

After a short while, Qin Jiang stopped. His arms were red and swollen, slightly warm, and the applied medicinal liquid had already dried from the heat.

He opened the jar of arm-strengthening secret medicine, scooped out some liquid, and applied it to his arms, simultaneously directing the Inner Qi of Longevity Five Qi Skill to gather in his arms.

In just half an hour, he had recovered most of the way.

He looked at the panel: Iron Arm Fist (Not Initiated) (6/100), an increase of 1 experience point.

He couldn’t help but show a joyful expression. The previous Cultivation included eighteen complete Six-Arm Leans, which is what the Martial arts manual called one ’practice’.

Under normal circumstances, before reaching the first level, the limit for Iron Arm Fist was eight practices per day, and most people Cultivating Iron Arm Fist who had not been initiated found it difficult to even manage five practices.

This was because, even with arm-strengthening secret medicine and arm-washing secret medicine, the damage caused during Cultivation still required time to recover.

Forcing oneself to Cultivate would not only fail to make one stronger but could also cripple one’s arms.

Those who could achieve eight practices were naturally strong in Physique and had excellent recovery speed.

And he, with the foundation of Longevity Five Qi Skill, could achieve ten practices a day, or even more!

At this rate, it wouldn’t take ten days to master the first level of Iron Arm Fist!

He clenched his fists, feeling a tight sensation on the skin of his arms, and continued to strike the wooden dummy.

As time passed, the other few people had all stopped and were looking at Qin Jiang.

From initial disdain and amusement, their gazes gradually turned to seriousness, and then to shock.

”He’s done seven practices, right?”

”He’s already done eight practices. I’ve been watching him the whole time.”

”Doesn’t he feel pain? I could barely stand it after three practices!”

Hiss~

Not only them, but even the auntie in the kitchen, who had finished making lunch, didn’t rush to call people to eat. Li Bo, outside the door, was craning his neck, disbelievingly watching the figure continuously striking the wooden dummy.

After a long while, Qin Jiang stopped. His arms were already swollen by a full circle, and the burning sensation was no less than being scorched by a fierce fire.

Even with the nourishment of Longevity Five Qi Skill’s Inner Qi, it would take at least seven or eight hours to recover.

He took out a towel to wipe away the sweat from his upper body, then wiped off the arm-strengthening secret medicine and applied the arm-washing secret medicine.

Immediately, a cool sensation spread from his arms to his head, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head on a summer day.

He looked at the panel: Iron Arm Fist (Not Initiated) (19/100).

He shook his head slightly; it was still a bit short. He had originally thought he could do fifteen practices, but he only completed fourteen.

After putting away the medicine jar, the other people walked over.

”Brother, let’s go, time to eat?”

”Yeah, are you hungry? Let’s eat and drink together!”

Surrounded by the crowd, Qin Jiang walked into the kitchen.

In the main room, Wang Minglang was smoking his large pipe, his eyes filled with surprise.

Iron Arm Fist was a Martial arts he had personally created. The greatest advantage of this Martial arts was that as long as one was willing to train diligently, one would definitely master the first level.

It could take as short as one or two months, or as long as three to five years.

However, the second level had certain requirements for Innate Aptitude. Those with weak Innate Physique could not master the second level, and most of the people he had taught stopped at this point.

As for the third level, that required Comprehension Ability. If one couldn’t comprehend it, one would never be able to master it in a lifetime.

And Qin Jiang clearly possessed both diligence and Aptitude.

Each practice of Iron Arm Fist would increase the sensitivity of the arms, which meant that with each additional practice, the pain felt would multiply!

Many people actually had the potential for six, seven, or even eight practices, but they often stopped due to unbearable pain.

There was nothing wrong with this; even he, the creator, would absolutely not be able to achieve fourteen practices before mastering the first level!

Inhale!

He took a deep puff from his large pipe, exhaling several smoke rings that floated towards the ceiling.

Not bad. If he could master the second level, he could be sent to the Red Tiger Gang.

He could start as a minor leader. It shouldn’t take many years for him to be competent enough to be a steward.

Knock, knock, knock.

”Master Wang, what you asked me to investigate has been completed,” Li Bo’s voice came through.

”Come in,” Wang Minglang said, then returned to his chair and sat down.

Creak~

Li Bo pushed the door open and walked in, followed by Li Lang. Li Lang was the one who had done the investigation.

”How is it? Is his background clean?” Wang Minglang asked.

Li Bo’s expression changed slightly upon hearing this, his eyes somewhat complex. He took the booklet from Li Lang and walked to Wang Minglang, ”Master Wang, you should take a look yourself.”

Wang Minglang raised his head slightly, took the booklet, and flipped through it.

He couldn’t help but curl his lips, ”Is he Little Hong’s younger brother? I wondered why he looked a bit familiar. So he’s family.”

Li Bo stood by and nodded repeatedly, ”Isn’t that right? If I had known he was Sister Hong’s younger brother, I wouldn’t have asked Little Lang for ten taels of silver. He even got beaten for nothing.”

Wang Minglang chuckled at that, understanding Li Bo’s meaning, ”Alright, it’s not a big deal. Just treat him to a meal sometime, and it’ll be fine. He wouldn’t hold a grudge, would he?”

Saying that, he put down the booklet, ”After lunch, have Little Jiang come to me. Alright, if there’s nothing else, go rest.”

In the afternoon, Qin Jiang knocked on Wang Minglang’s door.

”Little Jiang? Come in and sit,” Wang Minglang’s voice came out, tinged with a hint of weariness.

Qin Jiang pushed the door open and walked in, just as Wang Minglang was sitting on the bed putting on his jacket.

”Sit down, Little Jiang. Li Bo told you, right? We’re all family, no need to be formal.”

Wang Minglang said, picking up his pipe, fumbling twice by the bedside, and pinching a pinch of tobacco into the pipe.

Qin Jiang sat down, hesitated for a moment, then spoke, ”Master Wang, my sister...”

Wang Minglang waved his hand, ”Just call me Uncle Wang. Your sister is currently competing for a Hall Master position. A few Hall Masters died recently, and your sister has a good chance of taking the position.

Once Little Hong is firmly established as a Hall Master, she will bring you to the Inner City. If you have nothing to do then, you can come visit me.

On weekdays, I don’t have anyone to chat with.”

Since he was Little Hong’s younger brother, there was naturally no need for him to recommend him to join the Red Tiger Gang. Just the four words ’Qin Hong’s blood brother’ were enough to qualify him as a direct descendant of the Red Tiger Gang.

Qin Jiang was somewhat surprised inwardly. He hadn’t expected his eldest sister to already be on the verge of becoming a Red Tiger Gang Hall Master.

Below the Red Tiger Gang Leader, besides the Hall Master Chief and the Elders, were the various Hall Masters.

It could be said that a Red Tiger Gang Hall Master was already a prominent figure in the Inner City, second only to the heads of the major families and the County Magistrate.

Bang, bang.

Wang Minglang tapped his pipe and stood up, ”Come, I’ll tell you about the key points of this Iron Arm Fist. Diligent training is naturally good, but experience can help you avoid many detours.”

By the time Wang Minglang had finished his detailed instruction, it was already evening.

Qin Jiang walked down the alley, the moonlight only faintly illuminating the path.

He looked at the panel: Iron Arm Fist (Not Initiated) (32/100).

The experience points hadn’t increased much, but this didn’t mean the gains were small. He guessed that the reason for the small increase in experience points was mainly because Iron Arm Fist was very different from Five Animals Play.

Five Animals Play was a health Cultivation technique, focusing on body conditioning, while Iron Arm Fist was different, emphasizing substantial diligent training.

Because it only increased his understanding of Iron Arm Fist and didn’t involve actual practice, this was the result.

However, even so, it was quite good. In just five or six days, he would be able to master the first level.

Thump.

A crisp sound of footsteps suddenly echoed in the alley. Qin Jiang looked ahead, and a tall, thin figure appeared at the end of the alley, blocking his path.

”Kid, in the northern suburbs of the city, the outermost house, there’s a skinny fellow named Qin... what was his name again, do you know him?”

A voice came from behind him. He turned his head and saw a short, stout figure blocking his retreat.

Under the moonlight, he clearly saw the faces of the two: they were the two grave robbers from that day!