Martial Arts: My talent multiplier increased

Chapter Fourteen: One Hundred Taels of Silver and a Second Amplification!

The lights flickered.

Fang Yuan sat at the table and poured out the silver from the brocade bag.

One hundred taels of official silver. In addition to the original fifty-two taels of loose silver.

One hundred and fifty-two taels.

He opened his palm.

The translucent panel rippled in the air like water.

[Host: Fang Yuan]

[Realm Level: Early Stage of Flesh Refining]

[Innate Talent: 2x (Level 3 amplification requires 1000 taels of silver)]

[Standing Posture Talent: 1x (Level 2 amplification requires 10 taels of silver)]

Fang Yuan's gaze lingered on "1000 taels".

He originally thought that one hundred taels of silver could triple his natural talent.

The system rules were more stringent than he had anticipated, increasing tenfold.

But this did not hinder his plans.

Compared to the vague and uncertain 1000 taels, the new branch in front of us, "Standing Skill Talent," which can double the investment with just 10 taels, is incredibly cost-effective.

In the path of martial arts, one's physical constitution determines the upper limit of one's qi and blood, while one's foundation in stance training determines the lower limit of one's combat power.

The reason he was able to wear Fang Hao down today was due to the recovery of his qi and blood brought about by his innate constitution. But without his past life's experience in stubbornly holding on, he might not have been able to last until Fang Hao was exhausted.

If his stance training were doubled, his understanding of martial arts and his power generation techniques would be completely different.

"Consumes ten taels of silver to enhance the talent of stance training."

Fang Yuan silently recited in his heart.

The two five-tael silver ingots on the table vanished into thin air.

The panel flickered violently.

[Standing Posture Talent: 2x (Level 3 amplification requires 100 taels of silver)]

A cool breeze entered my mind, traveled down my spine and through my limbs.

It is not an increase in strength.

It is a kind of enlightenment.

The location of every muscle and every bone in the body suddenly became crystal clear.

He stood up and walked to the center of the room.

He pulled out the book "Stacked Wave Fist" from his pocket.

High-grade Yellow Rank martial arts techniques are only qualified to be practiced by the core disciples of the main family.

Fang Yuan closed his eyes and mentally reviewed the diagram of the starting stance.

Open your eyes.

Slightly bend your knees, lower your back, and extend your right arm.

Not a single drop of vital energy was used.

It's just an empty shell.

"Click."

A cracking sound came from the shoulder joint, followed by the spine and lumbar vertebrae.

The body naturally adjusted to an extremely awkward, yet extremely effortless, posture.

This is the true meaning of "Stacked Wave Fist".

It uses the misalignment of bones to store power, like a compressed spring.

Fang Yuan took a deep breath, channeling his vital energy into his body.

The abundant blood and energy brought by twice the strength of the root bone surged out with a roar through the perfect channel built by twice the strength of the stance training.

"Bang!"

The fist slammed into the air and produced a sonic boom.

Fang Yuan withdrew his fist and looked at the back of his hand.

The energy and blood consumption was minimal, but the force was 30% greater than the last punch he landed on Fang Hao during the day.

This is the terror of accumulated talent.

He turned to look at the remaining 142 taels of silver on the table.

The next increase, whether it's a threefold increase in physical constitution or a threefold increase in stance training, will require a huge amount of capital.

Making money remains the top priority.

Fang Yuan sat down at the table, his fingers tapping the surface unconsciously.

I started mentally simulating the scenario.

Previously, when selling "power pills," it was said that children would carry gold through the market.

They could only do it secretly, and even then, they were at the mercy of people like Fang Hao who could arbitrarily cut off their medication.

Because that's a side branch, a useless person, with no say whatsoever.

What now?

First place in the assessment. Summoned by the patriarch. First-class courtyard. Core token.

He is now the most popular genius in the Fang family martial arts school.

Geniuses should have the privileges of geniuses.

Are you still secretly making mud balls in the backyard?

So stupid.

He wanted to legitimately extend his reach into the Fang family's medicinal herb storehouse.

He wanted to take over a shop, hang up the Fang family's signboard, and formalize the Dali Pill.

It is sold specifically to those from collateral branches and low-level martial artists who cannot afford regular Qi and Blood Soup.

Fang Hao cut off his medicine residue?

He can now use his core token to go directly to the internal affairs room and take away the best medicinal residue by weight, and even take away discarded medicinal materials.

Who dares to stop them?

Who would offend a core disciple who had just been publicly praised by the family head for a few worthless dregs of medicine?

On the west side of the inner courtyard lies Fang Shou'an's residence.

The room was filled with a strong, bitter smell of medicine.

Fang Hao lay on the bed with his eyes closed, his face as white as a sheet of paper soaked in water.

His jaw was wrapped in a thick white cloth, and his breathing was faint.

Fang Cheng and Fang Yong knelt by the bed, their heads hitting the ground, their bodies trembling like leaves.

Fang Shouan stood in front of the bed, holding a celadon medicine bottle in his hand.

"Click."

The porcelain bottle shattered into powder in his hands, and the fine bone powder mixed with the porcelain shards fell down in a flurry.

Fang Cheng was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

"Fourth Elder... Fang Yuan... he went too far..." Fang Cheng stammered.

Fang Shouan didn't even glance at him.

"idiot."

The two words were unclear whether they were directed at Fang Cheng on the ground or Fang Hao on the bed.

Fang Shouan's gaze was so gloomy it could drip water.

He didn't care how many bones his son had broken.

What he cared about was the conversation that took place in the main hall today.

The sixteen-year-old boy from a collateral branch, faced with his probing, acted with perfect composure and left no room for error.

Slipperier than an old fox.

This cunning, coupled with that inexplicable physical talent.

Fang Shou'an knew all too well what this meant.

The Fang family doesn't need two core geniuses.

Resources are limited; if Fang Yuan eats one more bite, Fang Hao will have to eat one less bite.

What's more, Fang Hao was used as a stepping stone today.

This feud has become intractable.

Fang Shouan took a cloth and slowly wiped the powder off his hands.

"Go check."

Fang Shouan's voice was very soft, without any inflection.

"Investigate what he was doing with those pills in the backyard a few days ago. Find out where he hid the money and who he contacted."

Fang Cheng looked up abruptly, his face full of astonishment.

"But Elder... the Patriarch just gave him a core token today and let him move into a first-class courtyard. If we touch him now..."

Fang Shouan threw the dirty cloth he had used to wipe Fang Cheng's face.

"Who said I was going to touch him?"

Fang Shouan looked out the window at the night scene, his pupils reflecting the lantern lights under the eaves.

"The tallest tree in the forest is the first to be felled by the wind. I want to help him turn the fan up bigger."

Fang Yuan's room.

The night was dark.

Fang Yuan put the silver on the table back into the brocade bag and stuffed it into the deepest part under the bed.

He blew out the oil lamp.

I walked to the window and pushed it open halfway.

A night breeze blew in, carrying the chill of early autumn.

The view from the Grade A courtyard is excellent; beyond the courtyard wall, one can see the layers of eaves deep within the inner courtyard.

That was the true center of power for the Fang family.

Fang Yuan pressed his fingers against the wood grain of the windowsill.

He saw it clearly in the main hall today, the look in Fourth Elder Fang Shou'an's eyes when he bowed his head to admit his mistake.

That's not admitting defeat.

That's the venomous snakes rearranging themselves.

Fang Shou'an will absolutely not swallow this insult.

They may not dare to act openly, but they will certainly not be shy about setting traps for us behind the scenes.

But that's exactly what Fang Yuan wanted.

Without external pressure, how could he have a legitimate reason to retaliate? How could he have the opportunity to tear more flesh from the Fang family?

Faint footsteps could be heard outside the door.

Fang Yuan turned his head.

Fang Lin stood at the door, holding a steaming bowl of brown rice porridge, his hand still poised to knock.

"Yuan'er, your mother noticed you didn't eat much tonight, so she asked me to heat up a bowl of porridge for you."

Fang Lin awkwardly held the bowl, his gaze sweeping around the spacious room, seemingly still unable to believe this was his home.

Fang Yuan walked over and took the rough porcelain bowl with a chipped edge.

The bottom of the bowl was very hot.

He lowered his head and took a sip.

The rice was cooked until very soft, with a slightly burnt flavor.