Chapter 20: Reunion with Grave Robbers

Continuous striking sounds rang out, and the people around couldn't help but look over; some had contemptuous eyes, others had playful eyes.

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

Before long, Qin Jiang stopped, his arms red and swollen, slightly feverish, and the applied medicinal liquid had been baked dry by the heat.

Opening the jar of Arm Training Secret Medicine, he scooped up some medicinal liquid and smeared it on his arms, while simultaneously mobilizing the internal Qi of the Longevity Five Qi Technique to gather in his arms.

In just a quarter of an hour, he had recovered more than half.

Looking at the panel, Iron Arm Fist (Not Yet Entered) (6/100), 1 experience point was added.

He couldn't help but show joy. The training just now included eighteen complete Six Arm Strikes, which was what the manual called "one practice."

Under normal circumstances, the limit of the Iron Arm Fist before mastering the first layer is eight practices per day, and most people who practice the Iron Arm Fist without entering it find it difficult to even do five practices.

Because even with the Arm Training Secret Medicine and Arm Washing Secret Medicine, the damage caused during training requires time to recover.

Forcing the training will not only fail to make one stronger but may even cripple the arms.

Those who can achieve eight practices are all born with strong physiques and excellent recovery speeds.

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

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

Clenching his fists, he felt a tightness in the skin of his arms and continued to strike the wooden stake.

As time passed, the others had all stopped and were looking at Qin Jiang.

From the initial contempt and playfulness, it gradually turned into respect, and then into shock.

"Seven... seven practices, right?"

"It's already eight practices; I've been watching the whole time."

"Is he not afraid of pain? I could barely stand it when I was at three practices!"

*Hiss~* Not only them, but even the auntie in the kitchen didn't rush to call people to eat after making lunch, and Li Bo outside the gate was stretching his neck, watching the figure striking the wooden stake without stopping, unable to believe it.

After a long time, Qin Jiang stopped; his arms were already swollen by a circle, and the burning sensation was no less than being roasted by a fierce fire.

Even with the nourishment of the internal Qi of the Longevity Five Qi Technique, it would take at least seven or eight hours to recover.

Taking out a towel to wipe the sweat from his upper body, he wiped away the Arm Training Secret Medicine and applied the Arm Washing Secret Medicine.

Immediately, a cool sensation spread from his arms to his brain, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head in the middle of summer.

Looking at the panel, Iron Arm Fist (Not Yet Entered) (19/100).

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

After tidying up the medicine jars, the others walked over.

"Brother, let's go, shall we go eat?"

"Yeah, are you hungry? Let's go drink together!"

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

Inside the main room, Wang Minglang was smoking his long pipe, his eyes surprised.

He had created the Iron Arm Fist himself, and the biggest advantage of this martial art was that as long as one was willing to practice hard, one would definitely be able to master the first layer.

Short as one or two months, long as three or five years, it would be done.

As for the second layer, it had certain requirements for innate aptitude; those with weak innate physiques could not master the second layer, and most of the people he taught stopped there.

As for the third layer, it required comprehension; if one couldn't comprehend it, one would never master it in a lifetime.

And Qin Jiang clearly already possessed diligence and aptitude.

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

Many people actually had the potential for six, seven, or even eight practices, but they often stopped because they couldn't bear the intense pain.

This actually didn't matter; even he, the creator, definitely couldn't do fourteen practices before mastering the first layer!

*Inhale! * He took a deep puff of his pipe and exhaled several rings that drifted toward the ceiling.

Not bad. If he could master the second layer, he could be sent to the Red Tiger Gang. Start as a small leader; it shouldn't take many years to be qualified as a deacon.

*Tap, tap, tap. *

"Master Wang, the investigation you asked me to do is finished," Li Bo's voice came out.

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

*Creak~* Li Bo pushed the door and walked in, followed by Li Lang; the investigation was done by Li Lang.

"How is it? Is the background clean?" Wang Minglang asked.

Li Bo's expression changed slightly when he heard 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. "So he's Xiao Hong's younger brother? I was wondering why he looked a bit familiar; it turns out he's one of our own."

Li Bo stood to the side and nodded repeatedly. "Exactly. If I had known he was Sister Hong's brother, I wouldn't have let Xiao Lang ask for ten taels of silver, and he wouldn't have been beaten for nothing."

Wang Minglang smiled when he heard this, understanding what Li Bo meant. "Alright, what's the big deal? Isn't it fine to invite him for a drink when you have time? Could he really hold a grudge against you?"

As he spoke, he put down the booklet. "After lunch, have Xiao Jiang come see me. Alright, if there's nothing else, go rest."

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

"Xiao Jiang? Come in and sit," Wang Minglang's voice came out, carrying a bit of weariness.

Qin Jiang pushed the door and walked in, just in time to see Wang Minglang sitting on the bed putting on his jacket.

"Sit, Xiao Jiang. Li Bo told you, right? We're all family, no need to be restrained."

Wang Minglang said, picking up his pipe, fumbling around the head of the bed twice, pinching a pinch of tobacco, and stuffing it into the pipe.

Qin Jiang sat down and, after hesitating for a moment, spoke, "Master Wang, my sister..."

Wang Minglang waved his hand. "Just call me Uncle Wang. Your sister is competing for a Hall Master position during this period. A few Hall Masters died some time ago, and your sister has a very good chance of moving up."

"Once Xiao Hong secures the Hall Master position, she will take you to the inner city. When the time comes, if there's nothing to do, you can come sit with me."

"I don't have anyone to talk to on weekdays."

Since he was Xiao Hong's brother, there was naturally no need for him to recommend joining the Red Tiger Gang. Just the four words "Qin Hong's own brother" were enough to count as Red Tiger Gang direct lineage.

Qin Jiang felt surprised inside; he hadn't expected his eldest sister to be about to become a Red Tiger Gang Hall Master.

Below the Red Tiger Gang Leader, besides the Head of Hall and the Elders, were the various Hall Masters.

It could be said that a Red Tiger Gang Hall Master was already a big shot in the inner city, second only to the heads of the few great families and the County Lieutenant.

*Bang, bang. *

Wang Minglang tapped his pipe and stood up. "Come, I'll tell you about the bottlenecks of the Iron Arm Fist. Hard training is naturally good, but experience can save you many detours."

By the time Wang Minglang finished his detailed teaching, it was already night.

Qin Jiang walked in the alley, the moonlight only slightly illuminating the road.

He looked at the panel, Iron Arm Fist (Not Yet Entered) (32/100).

The experience points didn't increase much, but this didn't mean the harvest wasn't great. He guessed that the reason the experience points didn't increase much was mainly because the Iron Arm Fist was very different from the Five Animal Frolics.

The Five Animal Frolics was a nourishing technique, focusing on body conditioning, while the Iron Arm Fist was different, focusing more on substantial hard training.

Because he only increased his understanding of the Iron Arm Fist but didn't actually practice it, that was why this happened.

But even so, it was quite good; it would only take five or six days to master the first layer.

*Step. *

Crisp footsteps suddenly rang out in the alley. Qin Jiang looked ahead, and a tall, thin figure appeared at the end of the alley, blocking the way forward.

"Kid, in the northern suburbs of the city, the house on the very edge, there's a thin guy, called Qin... Qin what was it? Do you know him?"

The voice came from behind. He turned his head and saw a short, fat figure blocking the retreat.

By the moonlight, he saw their faces clearly; it was the two grave robbers from that day! (End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 21 =====