Chapter 74: Lao San's Daily Martial Arts Practice

Cheng Lei, full of curiosity and anticipation, followed closely behind his second brother into that imposing and massive Martial Arts Hall.

Cheng Feng calmly introduced to him: "This is the place where I apprenticed to learn my craft—Tieshan Martial Arts Hall!"

Cheng Lei widened his eyes, looking up at the spectacular building before him, secretly marveling in his heart. He had never imagined that such a magnificent martial arts hall could exist in the world.

Next, Cheng Feng exhorted him: "Although the Martial Arts Hall Master here is kind-hearted, his temper is somewhat fiery. Let's try to cause as little trouble as possible to avoid angering the old man."

Cheng Lei nodded repeatedly, indicating he understood. Upon learning that his second brother was actually an Inner Sect Disciple, he felt even more surprised and promised repeatedly not to spread this news, so as not to bring trouble to his second brother.

At this moment, Cheng Lei was filled with admiration for his second brother. He felt that his second brother was simply too amazing to be able to bring him into such a mysterious and powerful place to practice martial arts.

Recalling the time a year ago when Cheng Lei and his second brother were still catching fish and playing in the river, and now finding himself in the martial arts hall, it all felt as illusory as a dream.

"I must listen to my second brother, practice diligently, and strive to get ahead in the future!" the third of the Cheng family secretly resolved.

After all, in order for him to be able to enter the martial arts hall to learn martial arts, his second brother had shelled out three taels of silver!

When he first saw that bright white silver, Cheng Lei had even considered giving up on practicing martial arts. He thought to himself, if this money were saved, perhaps his second brother could get married and start a family sooner.

However, the die was cast; since his second brother had already paid the tuition, it naturally could not be refunded.

Thus, Cheng Lei gritted his teeth and decided to give it his all, never to let down his second brother's painstaking efforts.

The second brother said not to worry about the money, but to practice martial arts well and not be lazy; the second brother was usually not at the martial arts hall, lived outside, and would come every few days to check on his performance.

When seeing Cheng Feng bring his own brother to practice martial arts, Wang Tieshan couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity. Could it be that the talent of Cheng Feng's younger brother was also the type that starts slow but finishes strong? However, after Wang Tieshan felt his bones, his expression was unusually calm.

"Good thing it's not," Wang Tieshan thought to himself. "This child just has ordinary Root Bone. If resources are sufficient, perhaps he can reach the Skin Refining realm; but to go further and cultivate to the Blood Refining stage, I'm afraid it will be quite difficult."

Cheng Feng naturally understood that Wang Tieshan's words were directed at him, but he didn't mind.

Because he firmly believed that as long as he cultivated the Thunder Violent Blood Art to the introductory level, the problem of resources would surely be solved.

To avoid coddling Cheng Lei, Cheng Feng would of course do his utmost to create an independent environment for him. After all, if he really let Lao San develop the bad habit of relying on others, that would be ruining him!

Not only that, Cheng Feng also truthfully relayed Wang Tieshan's words to Cheng Lei and left behind a resounding statement: "As long as you are willing to work hard, you can achieve self-breakthrough. As for other aspects, such as the resource issue, you have absolutely no need to worry!" After saying this, Cheng Feng turned and left in a dashing manner.

Ever since being brought to the martial arts hall by Cheng Feng, Cheng Lei had not stepped out of the martial arts hall gate even once.

At this moment, he was joining the newly arrived partners in welcoming the upcoming life of martial arts practice.

The first thing after entering the martial arts hall was to receive a set of exclusive clothing belonging to an Outer Disciple, then be led by a senior brother to tour around, and finally arrive at the living quarters; the whole process was then considered complete.

Looking at the brand-new clothes and bedding before him, Cheng Lei was filled with emotion. He knew deeply that from this moment on, he would embark on a brand-new life journey. And all of this was inseparable from his second brother's guidance and help.

In the days of practicing at the martial arts hall, Cheng Lei gradually understood the rules. Those youths from wealthy families only needed to pay a certain fee to continue practicing here until they reached adulthood; while for those children from poorer family backgrounds, they often could only persist for two or three months, and if they didn't see obvious results, they would choose to leave. Some would choose to go home and practice on their own, while others would simply give up entirely.

However, Cheng Lei was absolutely unwilling to let down the money his second brother had spent. Thus, he followed the Instructor's pace closely, listened carefully to every explanation, and tried hard to imitate the Instructor's movements, not daring to be the slightest bit slack in any move or stance.

Facing this batch of newcomers, Qian Ming was filled with endless helplessness. Especially when he saw that figure in the crowd, it made him feel extremely awkward.

This was truly hard to accept! Just last year, Qian Ming had taught Cheng Feng as a student; and now, it was his turn to teach Cheng Feng's younger brother. Time passed so quickly, and the world changed so much, that Qian Ming couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

The current Cheng Feng was no longer what he used to be; he had become an Inner Sect Disciple who was looked up to, with a status and position that were incomparably noble.

Not only that, Qian Ming was also entrusted by Cheng Feng to strictly discipline Cheng Feng's younger brother. This was undoubtedly a high recognition of Qian Ming's ability, but it also made him feel immense pressure.

However, when Cheng Feng stood beside him personally and indicated that he would occasionally give Qian Ming some guidance, Qian Ming suddenly felt that so-called face wasn't actually that important.

After all, being able to receive pointers from an Inner Sect Disciple was definitely a rare opportunity for Qian Ming.

Currently, Qian Ming was at the Skin Refining Mid-Stage, just one step away from the late stage. He eagerly hoped that Cheng Feng, this Inner Sect Disciple, could really point out the path forward for him and help him break through the bottleneck to reach a higher level.

Cheng Feng looked at Lao San, who was practicing hard, and nodded; Qian Ming was indeed capable.

It's a pity that he himself was a cheater, otherwise he would have to practice hard too, how nice!

Watching Qian Ming's care for Lao San,

He waved from afar: "Thank you for your hard work, Senior Brother Qian."

Qian Ming cupped his fists: "Don't, you are already in the Inner Sect, here to see your brother?"

Cheng Feng nodded and said to Qian Ming again: "You are still an Instructor now, let's do it at night, I see you are about there too."

Qian Ming also knew what Cheng Feng meant, a flash of light passed through his eyes, and after cupping his fists, he returned to the team to watch the disciples.

At midnight, Cheng Feng brought a jar of about two catties of Xia Shang Wine and returned to the martial arts hall, seeing Qian Ming and saying directly: "Come, drink this and then practice the Blade Posture and Basic Blade Technique."

Smelling the good wine in Cheng Feng's hand, Qian Ming didn't hesitate and drank it down gulp by gulp; now that both of them were in the martial arts hall, could Cheng Feng possibly harm him?

Damn, this wine is so strong.

This was Qian Ming's first impression.

Damn, this after-effect is so strong.

This was Qian Ming's second impression.

Cheng Feng had observed Qian Ming's actual situation and also remembered Qian Ming's original teaching: "Feel the strength, adjusting strength is for the purpose of exerting force, use Qi to mobilize the blood to circulate through the meridians."

In the Blood Refining Realm, looking at the Skin Refining Mid-Stage, one basically knows where the problem lies just by feeling it.

The reason Qian Ming hadn't broken through was insufficient stamina; Cheng Feng specifically brought out strong liquor like Xia Shang Wine, as strong liquor promotes blood heat, and blood heat then drives the exertion of force; the Skin Refining Late Stage was just around the corner.

Not to mention someone like Qian Ming who was only a thin line away in the Skin Refining Mid-Stage.

Enduring the massive after-effect, Qian Ming began to practice the Blade Posture before Cheng Feng's eyes.

Between the wide-open and wide-closed movements, Qian Ming felt the strength within his body surging like a great river.

Over and over again.

Finally, with his skin and flesh looking like boiled red shrimp and his whole body steaming with heat, Qian Ming broke through to the Skin Refining Late Stage.

Qian Ming belonged to the type with average talent and average family background, who could only practice hard.

This was also the manifestation of most Martial Artists.

Literature is for the poor, martial arts are for the rich; practicing martial arts is really expensive.

Watching Qian Ming break through, Cheng Feng didn't have much feeling in his heart, leaving behind one sentence: "Take care of my brother in the future."

Then he drifted away.

Otherwise, what else would he say in the middle of the night?

Xiao Qing at home was still waiting for him!

Everyone needs to cultivate, okay?