From the fusion of Tongbei Quan to the Longevity Martial Saint

Fang Qing patiently and earnestly paved the way for Kuang Shisan to achieve great things and led him to the door of glory. However, this guy's mind went through a hundred and eighty turns, and his final goal was still to throw a grenade into Lord Lin's bed!

Their obsession is outrageous! Their twisted nature is astounding!

Fang Qing felt a deep sense of powerlessness and absurdity sweep over her, followed by a chilling fear.

Zhanbo is right, stay away from this guy!

Lord Lin is known for being petty and holding grudges. If Lord Lin finds out that the inspiration for the lightning bolt was related to Fang Qing, even if it was just a sketch... will he still have a good life in the reserve camp, no, in the salt patrol system?

No! It must be cut!

Without any further hesitation, Fang Qing's eyes turned cold. Taking advantage of Kuang Shisan's excitement about his perfect plan, he suddenly made a move and snatched back the sketch that Kuang Shisan was still holding in his hand with lightning speed!

"Huh? My picture!"

Caught off guard, Kuang Shisan's hand went empty, jolting him awake from his reverie. His eyes turned red with anxiety.

"Fang Qing! Brother Fang! No! Dad! I'll call you grandpa, okay?! Please, give me back the diagram, and tell me how to make that time-delay fuse!"

"I feel like there are ten thousand ants crawling all over me right now, so tell me more."

"Please, just a little bit!"

His face was filled with desperate pleading.

Fang Qing dared not let him get involved in anything more. Without saying a word, he grabbed Kuang Shisan by the collar, dragged the persistent guy to the door with all his might, and shoved him out.

With a loud bang, the door slammed shut and was quickly bolted shut.

Immediately, the sound of Kuang Shisan relentlessly pounding on the door could be heard from outside.

The sound lasted for a long time until the sky outside the window gradually darkened and dusk settled in, at which point the annoying noise gradually subsided and finally returned to silence.

Fang Qing let out a long sigh of relief and wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead.

He thought the farce had finally come to a temporary end, and that Crazy Thirteen might finally calm down.

Fang Qing ate a quick dinner and then lay down fully clothed. The fatigue from the day's competition and the intense emotional turmoil overwhelmed him, and he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

As the night deepens, everything becomes silent.

Boom!!!

A deafening roar, far louder than any ordinary thunderclap, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, suddenly shattered the tranquility of the night!

Fang Qing was so shocked that he sat bolt upright in bed, his ears ringing and his heart pounding. Without thinking, he rushed barefoot into the yard.

Almost simultaneously, the door to the next room was also flung open, and Zhanbo, wearing only a pair of shorts and with sleep marks on his muscular upper body, rushed out, looking equally bewildered. The two stared at each other in the dim moonlight, both seeing confusion and shock in each other's eyes.

"What's going on?" Zhanbo asked in a low voice, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

Fang Qing shook his head, about to speak, when he heard something in the distance.

About six or seven rows of houses ahead, a commotion and a commotion came from the direction of the houses.

Immediately afterwards, they saw a thick column of black smoke mixed with a few sparks rising in that direction, appearing particularly dazzling against the deep blue night sky.

A woman's clear, angry shout pierced the night sky, echoing from afar:

"Crazy Thirteen! You damned lunatic! You're fiddling with your junk again in the room! If you want to die, don't drag the whole area down with you!"

Before that voice had even faded, another burly man's roar, like a thunderclap, erupted, filled with lingering fear and fury:

"Crazy Thirteen! You fucking failed your experiment and almost ripped my roof off! Rooms 29 and 31 are suffering because of you now! Are you even human? Don't you have a shred of conscience?"

Immediately following was Kuang Shisan's familiar yet frenzied roar, filled with frustration and resentment, echoing amidst the aftershocks of the explosion and the curses of the crowd:

"Why! Why is it still wrong! The force of the wire friction? The rock powder ratio? The sealing problem? Where exactly is the problem! Why can't I make a stable time-delay fuse! Ah!!"

Then, several more furious voices joined in, all condemning Kuang Shisan's insane actions.

Fang Qing stood in the courtyard, listening to the distant sounds of chaos and watching the lingering black smoke. He felt a chill as the night wind brushed against his body.

He silently rubbed his arms, turned around without hesitation, went back to his room, closed the door tightly again, and carefully checked the latch.

"Bang."

The soft sound of the door closing shut out all the chaos, shouting, and the madman's unwilling roar from outside.

Fang Qing slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

His eyes were calm and expressionless, and he didn't even bother to look out the window again.

Sure enough, a madman is a madman.

If you can't afford to offend them, can't you at least avoid them?

He didn't want to get involved in this mess at all.

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[A crucible of martial arts, fusing all the laws of the world...]

[Consuming 8 stamina points, practicing the Undying Golden Body Refinement Technique once, cultivation level +1...]

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[The Undying Golden Body Refinement Technique is complete (90/500)...]

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[Current Realm: Body Tempering Level 5...]

[Current Martial Art: Undying Golden Body Refinement Technique (Perfected) (90/500)...]

Current combat skill:

Breaking Army Returning Dragon Thrust...Piercing Rainbow Style (100%)...

Breaking Army Returning Dragon Thrust... Reverse Scale Counterattack (80%)

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[Current remaining stamina: 159...]

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Fang Qing slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

He carefully took out a small jade bottle from his bosom and poured out a pale golden pill the size of a longan and with a warm luster.

This is precisely the Qi Gathering Pill.

He put the pill in his mouth, and the outer shell of the pill cracked, instantly filling his mouth with a warm, spicy liquid with a strange fragrance, which slid down his throat.

The medicinal properties dissipated, like several warm currents rapidly flowing to the limbs and bones, nourishing every inch of muscle and bone.

He could clearly feel that the blood and energy in his body became more active and stronger.

Looking at the eight Qi Gathering Pills remaining in the bottle, Fang Qing frowned deeply.

The nine Qi Gathering Pills I won yesterday, combined with my original savings, are being consumed far faster than expected.

The Body Tempering Pills were all gone.

"The body-tempering medicinal bath provided by the Salt Patrol Guard has reduced my stamina requirement from 10 points to 8 points per training session."

"However, the effects of the body-tempering medicinal bath are gradually weakening."

He sensed his body's condition and silently assessed it.

"I'm afraid that after a few more soaks, the improvement it will bring to my physical condition will become negligible."

Physical constitution and physique are the foundation for building a solid foundation in martial arts.

If you can't keep improving, then once each cultivation session requires 10 stamina points, you'll need a massive amount of resources to improve your cultivation level later.

"We must find another way to further improve our physical constitution and physique."

The thought had barely crossed my mind when a commotion arose outside the courtyard, growing louder as it approached.

The sounds of footsteps and light metallic clinking mingled together, creating a rather lively atmosphere.

Immediately afterwards, there was a light knock on his door.

dong dong dong.

Fang Qing got up and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was Zhanbo. He was sturdy, with dark skin, and his square face wore his usual honest smile.

"Fang Qing, run!"

Zhanbo's tone was urging, but his eyes were filled with excitement.

"The monthly training exercise for the salt patrol reserve camp has begun!"

"Completing the training will not only earn you merit points, but I heard the rewards this time are exceptionally generous!"

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