I can gain insights into martial arts.

Looking at the glistening ointment on the massage therapist's fingertips, Chen Mochuan suddenly remembered some reports he had seen online and immediately became alert, his body tensing slightly.

The experienced middle-aged massage therapist, with years of experience in the service industry, kept a close eye on his customer. Noticing something amiss, he realized there might be a misunderstanding and quickly explained:

"Don't worry, sir. This is a medicated ointment that can relax muscles and improve blood circulation. It's especially effective in relieving muscle fatigue after high-intensity training like yours. I just asked the front desk and learned that you practiced the powerful Tiger Fist this morning, which put the most strain on your arms and shoulders. Using this will greatly improve your recovery."

He then added, his tone reassuringly honest:

"I checked your membership service record, which shows that this is your first time experiencing massage services. Please rest assured that Mingxin is an established brand in Antu City. Unlike some martial arts schools that pursue short-term profits, we promise that there are no hidden costs. This ointment is also included in the free services for Gold Members."

After listening to the massage therapist's explanation, Chen Mochuan was finally relieved. At the same time, he was surprised by the therapist's thoughtfulness, as the therapist had even gone out of his way to find out what kind of martial arts he practiced.

The massage therapist noticed his surprise and, while applying the ointment evenly to his arms and shoulders, said with a smile:

"Mingxin has become the best martial arts gym in Antu because of its dedication to its members. As our most valued Gold Member, it is only natural that you enjoy the most comprehensive service."

Chen Mochuan suddenly understood upon hearing this.

He knew that Mingxin was a long-established benchmark martial arts school in the city, but in recent years, martial arts schools in Antu have sprung up like mushrooms after rain. Some of them have done an excellent job in member services and are constantly eroding the market share of the high-end market, which has seriously threatened Mingxin's leading position.

This competitive pressure has forced Mingxin to significantly improve its service quality and do its best to retain every existing member.

As a consumer, Chen Mochuan was naturally happy to see this happen.

After the ointment is applied evenly, the massage therapist uses professional techniques to focus on massaging the relevant areas.

Before long, Chen Mochuan felt a comfortable warmth coming from the areas of his arms and shoulders covered with ointment.

The muscles that were initially heavy and sore from overexertion seemed to be enveloped by a warm current, gradually relaxing and becoming lighter.

Seeing the remarkable effects of the medicine, Chen Mochuan curiously inquired about the name of the ointment. Upon learning that it was "Shuluo San," he couldn't help but marvel at it.

He remembered seeing this ointment in the martial arts section of the supermarket; a bottle cost more than two thousand yuan. The amount the massage therapist used on him just now was probably worth about a hundred yuan.

However, when he thought of the expensive annual fee for the gold membership, he felt relieved. You get what you pay for. Even if he came here every day for a free massage and applied "Shuluo San" (a traditional Chinese medicine), Mingxin would definitely make a profit.

If the membership card hadn't been a gift from Li Biao, his family's financial situation would have made it absolutely impossible for them to have such a high-end membership.

As the massage continued, the warmth became more and more pronounced, and the gentle heat seemed to penetrate deep into the muscles.

What surprised him even more was that he vaguely felt that the strength in his arms seemed to have increased.

The message that popped up on the light screen panel immediately afterward confirmed that this was not an illusion.

[You receive professional physical therapy and nourishing medication, which stimulates your Qi and blood, improving your overall physical condition.]

[Qi and Blood Value: 3.19 → 3.20]

This result greatly exceeded Chen Mochuan's expectations; it was the first time he had encountered a situation where he could increase his qi and blood even while "lying down".

After a moment's thought, and combining this with some principles mentioned in his martial arts textbook, he roughly understood the reason:

High-intensity training can cause microscopic damage to the body, consume a lot of qi and blood, and create a temporary state of "qi and blood deficiency".

But this extreme training also stimulates the body's potential.

At this time, if a highly penetrating ointment like "Shuluo San" is used in conjunction with professional massage, the body can absorb the medicinal power more efficiently, filling the "deficiency" and thus achieving a net increase in Qi and blood.

In the past, he would simply stretch after training, thus missing many similar "gain windows".

Now that he's a gold member of Mingxin and can enjoy these things for free, he'll never miss such an opportunity again.

"It's so good to be rich."

He sighed inwardly. Whether it's Earth or Blue Star, economic foundation is the bottom line. Even martial artists who pursue the extraordinary seem unable to escape this.

More than half an hour after the massage, Chen Mochuan, who was starving, met up with Li Biao and they went to Mingxin's members' restaurant together.

As the top martial arts gym in Antu City, the restaurant here offers a wide variety of dishes, including a full-service buffet and à la carte stir-fries.

The buffet was free for Gold members, and the two of them felt like they were back on their own turf, carrying their trays as they moved around.

Their martial arts training is extremely taxing, and their enhanced spiritual abilities have also improved their digestive capacity, so they don't need to worry about calories and can simply choose the foods they like to eat.

Before long, their plates were piled high with all sorts of dishes, fruits, and staple foods, attracting the attention of other diners around them.

"Eating so much, are they martial artists?"

"I've never heard of such a young martial artist before."

"Could he be a newly promoted core member of the organization?"

"I know the one who's a bit taller. He's a senior high school student from No. 8 Middle School. His Qi and Blood value is only around level six. He's just good at eating."

Chen Mochuan and Li Biao ignored the discussions, found a place to sit down, and began to eat heartily.

Although it was a buffet with large pots of food, the dishes at Mingxin Restaurant were surprisingly good, and Chen Mochuan was very satisfied with his meal.

After dissuading Li Biao from ordering extra stir-fries, Chen Mochuan asked a practical question: "What are the restaurant's closing hours?"

Without looking up, Li Biao answered while eating, "Same as the martial arts gym, from 7 a.m. to 11 p.m."

Chen Mochuan thought to himself that it was a pity. Breakfast started at seven o'clock, which was a bit late for him. Otherwise, he would not mind having breakfast here before going to school every day.

However, the store doesn't close until 11 p.m., which means that late-night snacks are available, so you can eat well and save your family some money on food.

Li Biao, who was wolfing down his food, suddenly stopped. He realized that the Mingxin Martial Arts Hall was located between No. 8 Middle School and Chen Mochuan's house.

Based on Chen Mochuan's question, he immediately realized that Mingxin Martial Arts Academy was probably about to welcome someone who would "utilize" the gold membership benefits the most.

Just as Chen Mochuan and Li Biao were enjoying a delicious meal at Mingxin's restaurant, Hong Yucheng stepped off the flying car that had landed in the suburbs, preparing to re-enter the wilderness area.

He habitually raised his hand, preparing to take off his terminal watch, which was easily damaged in battle, and shut it down, but then he caught a glimpse of a message notification from Feng Shi.

After checking the details, his expression suddenly hardened.

"Hmm? One and a half hours, and he's already mastered the Tiger Fiend Fist?"