In the afternoon, Martial Artist Zhong Lin did not go out but stayed in the courtyard practicing martial arts.
Elixirs are just supplements; martial arts are the foundation.
Now, there is no shortage of cultivation techniques, martial arts, or elixirs. If you don’t practice well in such an excellent environment, it’s simply wasting resources and would be struck by lightning.
Moreover, Zhong Lin has too much to practice.
"Heavenly Treasure Pile", "Golden Muscle and Jade Bone Skill", "Five Animals Qigong".
These three are fundamental and are practiced in rotation.
In addition, there are a number of martial arts to practice because Zhong Lin is determined to become a Weapon Master.
With the support of full-level experience, Zhong Lin’s martial arts cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, and in just one afternoon, his Qi and blood increased a bit more.
"In about half a month, the cultivation of the Sixth Grade Qi Blood Realm should be completed. Very good."
Zhong Lin felt his own Qi and blood and showed a satisfied smile on his face.
This feeling of daily progress and constantly breaking through oneself is just too wonderful.
Golden crow sets in the east, Jade Rabbit rises in the west.
"Second brother, I’m off to school."
Little Stone, with the bag Zhong Lin specially prepared for him, hopped away from the courtyard, showing none of the painful look from yesterday.
Zhong Lin waved at Liu Zhao from afar, and Liu Zhao quickly ran over.
"Has Little Stone made new friends?"
"Young master, you have keen insight. The little master is extremely outgoing; in just one day, he has made many little friends."
Not just outgoing, it’s just that Liu Zhao doesn’t know the term "social butterfly", otherwise he would surely think it fits him.
Yesterday, Liu Zhao observed outside the school for the entire day, afraid that Little Stone, being new, would be bullied. But he gradually found that not only was the little guy not bullied, he blended in well with his classmates, especially during recess when he attracted a bunch of followers by telling stories, almost becoming the little leader in the school.
Hearing this, Zhong Lin shook his head and smiled. As long as he’s not bullied, it’s fine. Childhood should be joyful, because in a few years, even if he wants to be happy, he won’t be able to.
Receiving the towel handed over by the maid, Zhong Lin wiped the sweat off his head and walked towards the courtyard where his master Yin Daoyan resided.
Paying respects every morning is a must, and it also helps stay connected to the master.
Moreover, the master treats him so well, yesterday he even sent over more than a dozen beautiful maids, he treats him better than his own father, not to mention paying respects is a must, even doing it morning, noon, and night would be willing.
Just as he walked into the courtyard, a tall and slender boy blocked his way. Although he didn’t show much expression, Zhong Lin still felt a sense of hostility from him.
Zhong Lin frowned slightly, looking at this 17- or 18-year-old boy whom he had never seen before, not knowing why he held such hostility towards him.
After saying that, he bypassed the boy and walked towards the inner hall, leaving Jing Yan standing there in a mess, with no one to hear his prepared remarks.
He had rehearsed today’s meeting countless times last night. He also wanted to see Elder Yin’s only direct disciple, to see what qualities Zhong Lin had to be recognized earlier by Elder Yin and take away the disciple’s qualification from him.
Unfortunately, Zhong Lin gave him no opportunity to interact.
Gu Yourong, watching this scene from afar, almost laughed out loud, indeed, they are all just kids!
"Senior Sister Yourong, where is the master?"
Zhong Lin glanced around but couldn’t find Master Yin Daoyan, so he asked.
"There’s been a sighting of Han Jin in the Black Wind Forest, and Master Yin and Elder Jing have already rushed there overnight. They might take some time to return," explained Gu Yourong.
"Han Jin? Blood Demon Sect?"
After becoming an apprentice, information was no longer withheld, so Zhong Lin became aware of the Blood Demon Sect’s existence, which was once the great enemy of various countries.
"Did the master give any instructions before leaving?"
"He asked you to practice diligently and not to worry. There are two managers in the Hundred Herbs Hall. But if there really is a major event, you may make the decision."
"Don’t worry, usually nothing happens in the Hundred Herbs Hall, but if something does, as the only direct disciple of Master Yin, you will naturally have to fulfill the responsibilities."
Zhong Lin pondered for a moment and finally nodded, "I understand."
"Zhong Lin, I want to challenge you, choose martial arts or alchemy, if you lose, shout in front of the Hundred Herbs Hall that you’re not worthy of being Elder Yin’s disciple. How about it?"
Jing Yan came running over angrily, speaking loudly to Zhong Lin.
Zhong Lin raised an eyebrow, looking at the boy claiming to be "Jing Yan" like he was a fool.
"Senior Sister Yourong, who is this idiot?"
Jing Yan’s face turned red with anger, and he unsheathed his longsword, the blade pointing straight at Zhong Lin, shouting angrily, "Zhong Lin, how dare you insult me, fight me! I want a duel with you."
Gu Yourong showed no signs of stepping in to stop them. Instead, she watched with an amused smile, looking like she was enjoying the show.
"Jing Yan, nephew of Elder Jing. He was supposed to become Master Yin’s apprentice. Who knew you would snatch it away beforehand?"
Zhong Lin suddenly understood why he held such hostility towards him. It turns out they had such a "grudge."
After saying that, he turned and left, not bothering to entertain Jing Yan.
He didn’t have enough time and still needs to practice, learn alchemy, and where would he find the time to play with this fool?
Jing Yan was so angry that smoke almost came out of his ears, wishing he could stab Zhong Lin with his sword. However, the remaining rationality kept him from making a move, forcing him to just curse, "Zhong Lin, you’re a coward, a wimp, you are not worthy of being Elder Yin’s disciple."
Unfortunately, Zhong Lin had already walked far away without even turning his head, leaving Jing Yan to rage helplessly.
Gu Yourong’s face also flashed a hint of disappointment, unable to watch the interesting show she had anticipated.
"Greetings, young master."
"Don’t waste words, let’s begin!"
Xie Tianyun took a deep breath and said, "Young master, let’s start with the Qi Blood Pill!"
The elixirs for cultivation in the Middle Third Grades are the Qi Blood Pill, Five Spirit Pills, and Red Blood Pill.
The Qi Blood Pill mainly focuses on benefiting Qi and replenishing blood, helping Martial Artists boost their Qi and blood.
Five Spirit Pills are for the five organs, also known as Protecting Organ Pills.
The cultivation of the Fifth Grade Inner Strengthening Realm involves the Martial Artist infusing Qi and blood into the internal organs to strengthen the five organs and six entrails. Nevertheless, the five organs are very fragile, and with slightest carelessness, results in Five Labors and Seven Injuries, hence taking the Five Spirit Pills to protect the organs is necessary.
As for the Red Blood Pill, it’s aimed at the bone marrow, specifically prepared for the Fourth Grade Divine Power Realm.
Xie Tianyun took out the elixir recipe and handed it to Zhong Lin, then began to discuss the properties of the various herbs in the recipe, as well as how to match and place them in sequence.
After the explanation, he followed yesterday’s teaching method to guide Zhong Lin in alchemy.
After failing twice in a row, the skill of crafting Qi Blood Pills appeared on Zhong Lin’s system panel as expected.