"The matters beyond this point are up to you to handle; there are no issues, correct?" Shi Hao asked Wu Shibai.
"There are no issues. Please rest assured, Young Master Shi!" Wu Shibai replied respectfully, in his eyes, Shi Hao was no different from a god.
Shi Hao nodded his head, "Good, then I'm leaving now."
"Young Master Shi, won't you stay for lunch before you go?" Wu Shibai earnestly invited.
"Alright," Shi Hao considered it.
After having lunch, Shi Hao stood up to leave and headed back to the institute.
This time, his journey was uneventful, and he smoothly returned to the institute.
He boiled a large tub of water, then added a Medicinal Bath Bag to it and stirred; immediately, the tub of water turned green.
Shi Hao removed his clothes and submerged his entire body in the water.
Instantly, he felt the hot water open his pores, while the medicinal strength adhered to his skin, though only a small amount entered his body.
After soaking for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, Shi Hao left the bath, dried off, and went to a small grove.
He was about to begin his body cultivation.
The institute's body cultivation involved scheduling various high-intensity trainings to extract potential from the body and enhance strength.
But the correct way to train was not .
Strength was to be enhanced through cultivation techniques, while body techniques were to improve the durability of muscles and skin to adapt to increasingly strong forces.
Otherwise, if one could punch with the force of a hundred thousand kilograms, but the bones were not strong enough to handle it, they would break before hitting anyone else.
"A craftsman must first sharpen his tools if he wants to do his job well," and the tool, in this case, is the martial artist's body.
Shi Hao knew many body techniques in his mind, the best one being called the Tyrant Body Technique.
Even Yuan Chengmie had not trained in it, because by the time he acquired the Tyrant Body Technique, his cultivation level was already too high to start from scratch.
Another factor was that to develop the Tyrant Body Technique to a highly advanced realm, one would need to use extremely valuable materials, which even a strong person like Yuan Chengmie would find painful.
Training was inherently a huge expense, thus the hierarchy of martial artists was pyramid-shaped; the higher the level, the fewer the people, partly because they were stalled by the availability of cultivation resources.
Luckily, Shi Hao would possess a lot of money in the future.
He made a very strange pose, holding his feet with his hands and then twisting his head through his lower legs, contorting his body into an unnatural position.
Suddenly, intense pain struck, almost making Shi Hao shout out in pain.
But he bit his lip tightly, maintaining the pose for quite a long while, then shifted to another, equally unnatural position; immediately, cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
At this moment, the earlier medicinal bath took effect. In such an extremely contorted state, all the pores in Shi Hao's body opened, and the medicinal strength was continuously absorbed, strengthening his muscles, skin, flesh, and bones.
After running through the Tyrant Body Technique once, Shi Hao's clothes were completely soaked with sweat.
However, he did not stop, but started the second circulation.
After three times, Shi Hao finally stopped because he felt every muscle trembling. Continuing would do more harm than good and could damage his body.
"Enough is as good as a feast; too much haste, less speed."
Shi Hao sat cross-legged and began to train in the Nine Revolutions Sky-Plundering Scripture.
One cycle, two cycles, three cycles... After nine cycles, Shi Hao's strength had increased by another thousand kilograms.
Now, his strength had reached fourteen thousand kilograms, very close to the limit of a Primary Level martial master.
Shi Hao stood up, looked at the sky; it was still a while until dinner time.
Good, time to practice some martial techniques.
There was no need to practice Flying Cloud Fist as he had started training in it very early on and was extremely proficient.
Sun-Level advanced martial techniques!
In his mind, there were as many as seventeen such martial techniques, covering fist techniques, palm techniques, sword techniques, knife techniques, and more, a variety of styles.
Shi Hao preferred using his fists more, and as for weapons, after all, Hua Yuan Nation had a prohibition, none army personnel or specially permitted individuals were not allowed to carry weapons, otherwise, it would cause serious trouble.
He wasn't yet qualified to openly oppose the nation, not to mention that there were people stronger than him, just take Mengyang City's army for example, the City Guard Army was all equipped with Cloud-Piercing Crossbows, which could even penetrate the strongest defense of a three-star Ferocious Beast, the Ironskin Bull!
One-on-one, Shi Hao could dodge the shots from a Cloud-Piercing Crossbow if he was prepared, but if a small squad of the City Guard Army fired together, he would surely be killed.
Above the Cloud-Piercing Crossbow, there was the Moon-Slaying Bow, which required at least a high-level martial disciple to draw it and could pose a threat to a martial master.
Even higher was the Purple Crystal Cannon, a terrifying weapon that could make even a Martial Sect turn pale.
Only by becoming a Martial Venerable could one rise above all else.
The pillar of a nation was not just a saying.
Of course, Shi Hao was also wary, but if he really had to face it, he wouldn't back down. At worst, he would just leave and train in the mountains for a few more days, and his strength would rapidly increase.
Then he'd train the Eight Extremes Fist.
In just a short time, he got the hang of it, and it was as if he had immersed himself for decades, mastering every move and every style.
There was no helping it, he possessed Yuan Chengmie's memories.
In just half an hour, Shi Hao completely mastered the essence of the Eight Extremes Fist, as easily as if he had practiced it before and just needed to refresh his memory.
In fact, that was indeed the case.
Shi Hao chose another leg technique, called the Wind Fire Leg, and in about the same half an hour, he had mastered it as well.
Until the sun set, Shi Hao had mastered five Sun-Level high-grade martial techniques, mastering the essence of each one.
Feeling a bit hungry, Shi Hao headed towards the cafeteria.
He saw that big yellow dog again, rummaging through the trash for food.
The dog noticed Shi Hao, showed its teeth at him, but then slinked away.
Shi Hao smiled slightly, entered the cafeteria, piled his plate with a good amount of food, and started eating.
People who train in martial arts usually eat a lot, but since his strength had greatly increased, and considering today's expenditure, his appetite was even larger, comparable to ten ordinary people!
This amazed the students who came over, having never seen someone eat so much.
"As expected of the idol, even his eating is so domineering!" the female students commented with hearts in their eyes.
The cafeteria was basically only frequented by people from the Earth Institute, as the students from the Earth Institute and Heaven Character Courtyard were descendants of noble families who naturally disdained dining in such a low-grade cafeteria.
As he was eating, suddenly, the cafeteria became quiet, not a single noise to be heard.
Shi Hao looked up toward the entrance and saw that seven people had arrived, and one of them was even sitting in a wheelchair.
Shi Hao just glanced, then continued to focus hard on eating, as he was not yet full.
Rolling forward, Song Tianming was pushed over and stopped not far from Shi Hao.
"Hmph, you actually dared to come back!" Song Tianming said coldly, his face full of anger.
Shi Hao paused with a smile, putting down his chopsticks, "Why wouldn't I dare to come back? The loser isn't me."
That was a slap in the face right there!
Song Tianming trembled with rage, "That's because you attacked me unawares, if we fought seriously, how could I lose to you?"
"Well then, let's fight another round," Shi Hao smiled.
You did that on purpose, didn't you?
"My leg is broken, how can I fight you?" Song Tianming shouted.
"Your leg being broken has nothing to do with me!" Shi Hao shrugged.