Chapter 14: Medicine Bath, the Town Martial Bureau Award Selection Begins!

Chen Yuhu didn't return until around five in the afternoon, riding a tricycle with a wooden bathtub on it, clearly for Chen Yan's Medicine Bath.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Chen Yan, who was still exercising and drenched in sweat.

"Mind your body; everything should be done in moderation."

Chen Yuhu complained, urging Chen Yan to rest.

Half of the snake meat had sold for fifty thousand.

Naturally, there was an extra dish of snake meat in the evening meal; Chen Yan stuffed a piece into his mouth, but the next moment, he stopped eating.

"Not tasty?"

Chen Yuhu asked.

"It's not that."

Chen Yan shook his head; within the Po Saint Realm, a wave of Green Light surged, yet it was blocked three feet away from the Po Saint Tree.

This snake meat contained a massive amount of Constitution Energy.

Eating it himself would certainly be useful, but now that the Po Saint Tree was only Level 2, it was unable to absorb those Green Lights, which was frustrating no matter how he thought about it.

What exactly was the principle behind the Po Saint Tree?

Chen Yan's own strength would increase through exercise, but the Po Saint Tree could absorb the red light generated by Chen Yan's exercise to produce Break-Saint Fruit.

It was as if everything Chen Yan obtained was being doubled by the Po Saint Tree.

After thinking it over and over, Chen Yan continued to eat.

After the meal, it was time for the Medicine Bath.

Luo Puxin said that one could take a Medicine Bath during Limit-Breaking Awakening, but it was almost useless.

Because a special Root Bone would make it impossible for a person to absorb energy from the Outer Realm before Awakening.

Chen Yan's Medicine Bath was not for his own Awakening, but for the Po Saint Tree.

He might not improve himself by drinking the Qi-Blood Beverage, but the 【Blood】 Break-Saint Fruit grew.

Chen Yuhu wrapped a quarter of a sliced Red-Haired Spirit Mushroom and other medicinal herbs he had bought in a white cloth, just as Chen Yan lay into the steaming bathtub.

In an instant, a fiery, stinging pain tore apart every thought in Chen Yan's mind.

"What's wrong?" Chen Yuhu looked at his Son and asked with concern.

"It hurts... it hurts!" Chen Yan bared his teeth and grimaced.

He could feel the sensation of ten thousand steel needles stabbing into his body and being pulled back out.

His body was truly rejecting the energy in this Medicine Bath.

"Oh, that's fine then, I thought it didn't hurt." Chen Yuhu laughed softly:

"I've seen others do this before, and they also screamed in pain; that person ended up Awakening Qi and Blood, and is now the Town Martial Bureau Director."

Chen Yuhu told Chen Yan about the success of others, deep down naturally wanting Chen Yan to take the Town Martial Bureau Director as a role model.

"Mm."

Chen Yan nodded, his whole body trembling, his hands gripping the bathtub tightly.

"Put your hands in too, soak everything." Chen Yuhu said the same, constantly watching for changes in Chen Yan; if Chen Yan really couldn't take it, he would still pull him out.

After all, when he saw Xin Gongxian taking a Medicine Bath back then, he was pulled out before even a minute had passed.

The Elder said that the more times one is pulled out, the worse the effect of the Medicine Bath becomes.

Although he hoped Chen Yan could persist longer, Chen Yuhu still felt it was best to stop while ahead.

Besides, Xin Gongxian had soaked for a whole year and had nearly emptied his family fortune to buy twelve Red-Haired Spirit Mushrooms before he Awakened Qi and Blood.

His Son's road to the Medicine Bath was still long, so there was no need to place too much importance on this one time.

"Okay... okay!"

Chen Yan nodded and put his hands into the water; his skin rapidly turned red, and even his blood vessels began to swell.

It hurt, it hurt too much!

Chen Yan bared his teeth and grimaced, tears even being squeezed out by the pain; at this moment, all his attention was shifted into his Po Saint Realm.

Red!

A rolling red river rushed rapidly from the source-less place, surging into the roots of the Po Saint Tree; on the originally thin and dry trunk, wisps of red light clearly appeared.

The bright red 【Blood】 Break-Saint Fruit began to grow!

Sweat poured down Chen Yan's forehead like rain in an instant.

He observed the Po Saint Tree with all his might; at this moment, the growth of the green leaves seemed to give him a reason to endure the pain.

The progress of the 【Blood】 Break-Saint Fruit, which was originally only at thirteen percent, suddenly surged, quickly reaching fifteen points.

【Po Saint Realm: Level 2 (2/15)】

【Break-Saint Fruit:

Strength: (40/100)

Blood: (15/100)

Technique: (93/100)】

The progress panel appeared, and Chen Yan stared at the progress of the 【Blood】 Break-Saint Fruit.

16/100

17/100

18/100

On the small green tree, three fruits were round and plump, and the smallest red fruit began to grow visibly to the naked eye.

"Xiaoyan, if you can't hold on, just say so."

Chen Yuhu called out, but he frowned:

"That's enough for the first day; continue soaking tomorrow, no need to rush."

He felt some Hesitation; it seemed that having a Son with such strong perseverance was not necessarily entirely a good thing.

It was the first time soaking in a Medicine Bath, and he had already persisted for five minutes.

"It's fine, it doesn't hurt!" Chen Yan said with a trembling voice, a Smile appearing at the corners of his Mouth.

The 【Blood】 character Break-Saint Fruit, which originally only grew a tiny bit each time he broke through his Limit, was growing quite easily at this moment.

Compared to only growing a little when breaking through his Limit, he was practically enjoying it now!

Is this what it feels like to have money?

Time passed second by second.

The sound of Chen Yuhu calling out seemed to become blurred.

Thoughts flew through Chen Yan's mind, and his inner Spirit shouted.

I must persist.

I want to see the 【Blood】 character Break-Saint Fruit reach maturity all at once.

I want to change everything I am currently facing.

I...

How did I fall asleep?

When Chen Yan opened his eyes again, the Heaven was just beginning to brighten.

"Hmm?"

Chen Yan shook his Brain and sat up, looking around at his surroundings.

Did he faint during the Medicine Bath yesterday?

【Po Saint Realm: Level 2 (2/15)】

【Break-Saint Fruit:

Power: (40/100)

Blood (34/100)

Technique: (93/100)】

The progress of the 【Blood】 character Break-Saint Fruit had reached thirty-four, and this was only after the first Medicine Bath.

Chen Yan's heart pounded, but he immediately glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

"Late."

Today was the selection day for the True Martial Prize Money; Chen Yan hurriedly got up, grabbed two steamed buns, and ran toward the Xue Xiao.

Just as he arrived at the Classroom, Teaching Director Xia Dong was standing on the podium.

"There are only a few months left until the college entrance exam, yet fewer and fewer people from your Class Three come every day."

Xia Dong scanned the entire Classroom; although he was reprimanding them, his Gaze was very calm.

His line of sight finally locked onto Zhang Qingsi, and he said quietly:

"This True Martial Prize Money selection is very important. I hope you will not underestimate the enemy, will not slack off, and will go through this selection in a down-to-earth manner."

As his voice fell, the Gaze of every student in the class locked onto Zhang Qingsi.

Each class had one quota for the True Martial Prize Money, and the prerequisite was that one must pass the Fist Power Test.

In other words, the only person in the entire class who could compete with Zhang Qingsi for the True Martial Prize Money was Chen Yan.

However, the difference in their Fist Power Test results was a bit too large, and Zhang Qingsi had now achieved Awakening of Qi and Blood; after gradually adapting to his Qi and Blood these past few days, his improvement in strength was unimaginable.

The whole class looked at Zhang Qingsi with envy.

Zhang Qingsi sat in his seat, completely indifferent to Xia Dong's words.

He truly could not imagine what kind of scene it would be if he lost to Chen Yan.

Xia Dong looked at Zhang Qingsi's current appearance and shook his head inwardly.

Everything he said was not meant to make Zhang Qingsi wary of Chen Yan.

The True Martial Prize Money would definitely be Zhang Qingsi's, but what about the future? After Zhang Qingsi entered the True Martial Class, which only geniuses from the Xian could enter, he would be at the bottom.

Every word he spoke was meant to make Zhang Qingsi serious and hardworking, but this student had always been too arrogant and too complacent.

Just at this moment, a handsome Youth wearing a White T-shirt walked to the entrance of the Classroom.

Xia Dong glanced at him, only feeling that this Youth looked somewhat familiar:

"You students, sometimes it's not that you aren't working hard enough; sometimes you are just lazy!"

He waved his hand, signaling for Chen Yan to enter the Classroom.

"The True Martial Prize Money selection is today, and not only are you all late, some of you aren't even coming.

If you have already despaired of your own future, why bother coming to the Xue Xiao?"

Xia Dong stood with his hands behind his back, his Gaze locking onto Zhang Qingsi once again, and he slowly shook his head.

Just as Chen Yan sat down in his seat, he discovered that Hu Yuan, who was in front of his seat, was giving him a fierce look.

"If you look again, I'll beat you up again." Chen Yan said with a Laughing expression.

Hu Yuan was Stun, not expecting Chen Yan to dare speak to him like this, but then he thought of many things and turned away sullenly.

"The True Martial Prize Money selection begins; third-year students, gather on the Playground!"

Inside the broadcast, the voice of Principal Zhang Yue rang out.

Xia Dong waved his hand, and the students of Class Three rushed out into the Corridor.

On the podium at the very front of the Playground, Principal Zhang Yue and the Teaching Director stood quietly; between them was a middle-aged man wearing a patterned shirt and black sunglasses.

"Each class, stand at ease!"

Zhang Yue held up a megaphone and shouted:

"Today is the day for the True Martial Prize Money selection; each class, including Class 3 of Senior High, will select one person."

"A few days ago, our Xue Xiao already organized a Fist Power Test; seven students from Class One passed, four from Class Two, and two from Class Three!"

Inside Class Three, the students cast their Gaze toward Zhang Qingsi and Chen Yan.

The True Martial Prize Money had long since had nothing to do with them, yet many who used to look down on Chen Yan now had a trace of reverence in their eyes.

Of course, Zhang Qingsi was the only star of Class Three; compared to him, Chen Yan was truly a bit dim.

"The Class Head Teacher of each of the three classes has already internally selected one top student. These three top students will defend the ring, and the remaining students can challenge the top student of their respective class. As long as the challenge is successful, they will become the new ring defender. If they successfully defend the ring, they will obtain the True Martial Prize Money!"

The Principal continued speaking, and inside Class Three, Zhang Qingsi looked at Chen Yan.

His Gaze carried a sense of appraisal; facing this classmate of his, Zhang Qingsi was not familiar, and they hadn't even exchanged two sentences in an entire semester.

Chen Yan was about one meter seventy-eight tall, wearing clothes with the patterns washed away, clearly cheap goods worn for several years.

Very poor, just the same Manner as those students who acted as his sycophants.

After a simple inspection, Zhang Qingsi stopped paying attention.

On the podium, the Principal Zhang Yue continued to speak:

"But for the sake of fairness and to avoid the top students being threatened by a wheel battle, except for the top students of each class, the remaining students must first go to the Training Room to undergo an assessment by Director Xia Dong. Only after passing can they challenge the top student of their own class."

This rule was not actually fair.

True fairness would be to select the top students directly without regard to class.

But the situation where parents used connections to choose classes was even more serious, and the rules for the True Martial Prize Money were precisely to balance this phenomenon.

"Now, announcing the list of top students for each class."

The Principal Zhang Yue scanned the Playground and spoke:

"Class One, Yu Zhiwen; Class Two, Wang Yu; Class Three, Zhang Qingsi."

As his voice fell, a burst of cheers erupted instantly from each class.

Zhang Qingsi and the three top students walked out of Class Three amidst applause, stood in front of the Playground, and stood with their hands behind their backs.

"The remaining students who passed the Fist Power Test, follow Teacher Xia Dong to the Training Room."

Seeing that Xia Dong had already left the podium, Chen Yan also walked out of the class alone and, together with the students from other classes who had passed the Fist Power Test, followed behind Xia Dong.

Just as he entered the Training Room, Chen Yan was the first to see a dozen or so teachers standing in front of the windows.

The Class Head Teacher of Class Three, Wang Yang, was among them. Seeing Chen Yan, Wang Yang revealed a Smile and raised his Fist at Chen Yan.

Chen Yan returned the Smile.

Xia Dong arrived at an open space and stood still, looking at the students from each class, saying indifferently:

"I know you might be thinking it's unfair in your hearts, but what I want to tell you is that Yu Zhiwen and the other two all passed my test very easily. To challenge them, you must first have the strength yourself."

Xia Dong said indifferently:

"Class One starts first, who will be the first?"

"I will."

A Male Student from Class Two stood out and stood opposite Xia Dong, feeling very nervous.

"Make your move."

Xia Dong said indifferently.

The next moment, the Male Student rushed forward like a Mammoth, throwing a Fist toward Xia Dong's face.

"Failure."

Xia Dong said indifferently, but one could see him lift a leg, his toe already resting against the Male Student's chin.

The Male Student was completely unable to hit him, and if he took one more step forward, he would be kicked into Flight by Xia Dong.

A one-second kill.