Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

After an hour, the dozen or so porters stood on the ground, swaying and sweating profusely.

Yang Silang only rested twice in between, desperately searching for that feeling of living bamboo, while most others had rested three or four times. He relied on the inscriptions to recover, and he practiced harder and longer than others.

However, among the porters was also Juan Wang's livestock, who relied solely on physical strength, just like him.

Wu Tou'er was used to it; he had seen people who were even more dedicated than this. It was just that at first, it was novel and he gritted his teeth to persevere, but as time went on, it became tedious and his physical strength couldn't keep up. It was quite common for him to drop to the level of an average person or even worse.

Wait until the sun sets.

The courtyard reeked of sweat, the ground was wet from everyone's sweat, and most people were covered in yellow mud, with some even bruised and battered from falls.

Logically, one should proceed step by step, first practicing on flat ground before moving to solid ground.

However, Sanshui Society trained laborers, not warriors. In the afternoon, the leader of the martial arts group made everyone go up to the soft-legged stakes and walk on them with empty weights. Almost everyone was able to complete the task.

But then he kept whipping them from behind, making them go faster and faster. Some of them lost their footing and fell, while others couldn't go any faster and just kept getting whipped. They were all in a sorry state.

Fortunately, none of them were carrying anything, so no one twisted their ankles, though they looked rather disheveled.

Yang Silang then heard some people in the crowd complaining quietly... This three-legged stance is probably not easy to practice.

However, after a short while, everyone's low morale rebounded.

Because servants brought fragrant food in baskets, everyone was motivated to eat their fill. Perhaps because it was the first day of training, they were given plenty of multigrain steamed buns and even a salty soup with meat in it.

Everyone was starving and their backs ached. They were so hungry that they felt it was worse than doing a day's hard work.

No one cared about being polite; everyone rushed in to eat and drink voraciously.

the end.

Then a servant brought out a tray with a dozen porcelain bottles containing medicinal oil provided by the Sanshui Association to relieve muscle soreness. Wu instructed everyone to apply the medicine to their legs when they got home that night, and that one bottle was a day's supply.

Yang Silang uncorked the bottle and smelled a pungent odor. Wang Daniu, who was next to him, came over and said, "I've seen this medicated oil before. The large bottles sold in pharmacies cost 300 copper coins. The fact that they can fill three small bottles like this shows that the guild is really investing in us."

Hmm... It's worth a bolt of silver-patterned cotton, enough to make a complete set of clothes for that fat old woman, Grandma Yao—Yang Silang silently estimated in his mind.

Of course, compared to the legendary Lesser Rejuvenation Pill, which uses exotic beast materials and costs one tael of silver per pill, this medicinal oil seems too cheap.

After everyone received their medicine, Wu Tou'er told them to get lost and turned to leave. Only then did everyone leave with a commotion.

Perhaps when your belly is bulging, you won't feel tired anymore.

Several fellow villagers walked together and loudly discussed their experiences.

Li Erhu complained that he still hadn't found the feeling of "living bamboo," but Xiong Shan said that he seemed to be showing some promise.

Wang Daniu was even more frustrated. He said that not only did he not find the right feeling, but when he was running on the soft-footed stakes with an empty weight, he was the slowest and fell face-first into the mud.

Yang Silang comforted him, saying that it would be much better to practice on flat ground once he had mastered the basics of the stance training.

"Fourth brother..." Wang Daniu asked curiously, "Why do I feel like you can stand in the stance for longer than us? Have you already found the feeling of the stance?"

Yang Silang shook his head.

"No, but I've always had better stamina and a faster recovery rate than most people when I've worked in the fields since I was a child."

"I had no choice but to get injured a few days ago, but now that I'm healed, standing meditation and farming are both just as hard. I can get back to work after a short rest. I'm not afraid of hardship, it's really nothing."

Everyone looked on with expressions of realization.

Countless porters have passed through the association. Some of them are indeed born with a different physique than ordinary people. They may look average in build, but they can carry heavy loads. After a long rest, they can continue working.

Some people say this is a "workaholic" constitution, making them seem very capable, but in reality, it comes at the cost of depleting their own vital essence and shortening their lifespan.

In fact, Yang Silang could have stood for even longer with the blessing of the inscription.

However, it's enough to reveal a little bit of his "physical condition" now so that everyone knows in advance.

In this way, if he can take on heavy responsibilities, run long distances, and earn a lot of money in the future, no one will be surprised; they will simply think that this is his talent.

After everyone went their separate ways.

Yang Silang returned to his own courtyard.

"Brother, you're back. Was practicing stance training tough? Is the food at the Sanshui Association enough? I made you some food..." Yang Wumei hurriedly welcomed him into the house, quickly serving the rice, which was once again a mixture of thick and thin, just like before.

"Little sister, you eat..." Yang Silang shook his head with a smile, "I'm full, I'm not hungry."

Yang Wumei thought for a moment, then carefully scooped a few mouthfuls from the thick soup into her own bowl—Brother, I don't eat much, just a little bit is enough. Save it for you to drink tomorrow morning. You'll definitely be hungry in the morning since you don't expend as much energy as when you practice standing meditation.

Yang Silang tried to persuade her a few times, but she wouldn't listen, so he could only let her be.

The fifth sister was eating but it didn't stop her from talking. She listened with great interest to her fourth brother's stories about the fun they had in training. When she heard that everyone had fallen off the stakes, she was first surprised and asked her fourth brother if he was hurt. When she learned that he was fine, she couldn't help but laugh again when she heard Yang Silang describe how everyone looked covered in dust.

After we ate...

Yang Silang told his fifth sister to tidy up, and instructed her not to go out and to lock the door.

He had to fetch water for the oil mill, and he had to keep his promise, otherwise he wouldn't get any favors from his older sister.

Yang Silang went out the door, went to his neighbor Brother Hong's house, and a moment later, pushed a wheelbarrow out of the alley.

After a stick of incense had burned, he arrived at a nearby well where someone was on duty. Yang Silang had become familiar with the man by coming to fetch water every day for the past few days. Thanks to Brother Hong's introduction, he only needed to give the man one coin.

The river water is free, but it takes too much time to get there and back. It's more convenient to get water from the well, but well water costs money and there isn't enough. It's mainly for the use of nearby residents, and it's not easy for outsiders to get water.

Yang Silang used someone else's wooden buckets to fill the water cart with both loads of water. At this time, the water cart was not full, at most half full.

But he dared not pour any more into it.

Because the city is hilly with frequent slopes and sometimes steps, it takes two strong men to keep the car steady.

He put ropes around his neck and waist and pushed the waterwheel along the road with a creaking sound.

Half an hour later, they arrived at Old Zhou's oil shop. They knew the way well and went to the back door. They stopped and knocked.

"Little Four?" Sure enough, the eldest sister's voice came from inside.

Since Yang Silang started delivering water every day, the job of guarding the gate was naturally handed over to her by the first wife.

"Big sister, it's me..." Yang Silang responded.

The door creaked open.

Yang Silang pushed the water cart in and was greeted by his elder sister's delighted expression. The two walked in together, and his elder sister asked him how his training went today. He naturally replied that everything was fine and told some interesting stories to make his elder sister smile.

The eldest sister knew he was paying for water and wanted to give him copper coins, but Yang Silang refused, saying that his younger brother was now a regular soldier and earned enough in a day, so he didn't need these.

Seeing his insistence, the woman put the copper coins away, but then turned around and rambled on about how he needed to save his money, and that in two years he would find a wife to continue the Yang family line.

Thus, Yang Silang made two round trips, and it was already late at night before he finally delivered the entire cart of water.

"Big sister, this is medicated oil..." Yang Silang took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket before leaving. "I see you have an injury on your hand. Applying this will help."

"The association gave me two bottles, one is enough for me."

Others need to use liniment to relieve blood stasis and soreness in their bodies, but he has the art of rejuvenation yet cannot use it.

Sister Yang sighed and put away the medicine bottle. Her younger brother had grown up, but he had suffered a lot.

late at night.

Back in the yard, I returned the car and went inside.

Fifth Sister was already sleepy and nodded. She went into the inner room and fell asleep immediately.

Yang Silang hastily washed off the sweat and stench from his body with water, then assumed a three-legged stance in the outer room.

During the day, he stands for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, just like everyone else.

At this moment, with the blessing of the inscription, he was able to stand for one and a half candles, because while he was standing in the meditation posture, his body was also constantly recovering.

Moreover, after a short rest, one can regain energy and stand up again when tired from standing.

The moonlight, like water, streamed down through the gaps in the thatched roof.

Yang Silang stood quietly in the cramped and dilapidated house, his mind blank, imagining himself as a bamboo quietly rooted in the soil.

Suddenly, he moved, and a subtle, indescribable charm appeared on his body.

Suddenly, a few lines of text appeared in my mind.

[Skill 1: Three-Legged Stance, Progress 1/100]

[Equipment slots: Not yet unlocked, progress: 2.3 taels and 4 coins.]

He let out a long sigh of relief.

Good, good, just as I imagined, the skill bar is finally unlocked.

But then another equipment menu popped up?

The equipment progress bar is far from full, not even a fifth full. Looking at the amount of silver below, it's clearly the total amount of silver I've earned these past few days. It's the same as the inscription bar; I guess I'll have to save up enough money to unlock it.

Could it be that I'll be able to synthesize equipment myself in the future?

Thinking about the bonuses from the equipment, Yang Silang's eyes lit up with excitement.

He focused his mind and stopped thinking about the future. Now, he finally mastered the first skill of a professional porter: the three-legged stance.

Although the three-legged stake is ordinary, in my own hands, with the blessing of the inscription supernatural power, I will definitely push it to a height that does not belong to it!

This is what it means to turn something rotten into something magical!