Martial Arts: My talent multiplier increased

The paper was yellowed, but the handwriting was clear. It contained a complete prescription—the names of the medicinal materials, their proportions, the timing of the cooking process, and the steps involved, filling an entire page from beginning to end.

Any pharmacy owner who sees this prescription will recognize it as the core formula for the "Great Strength Pill".

But when Fang Yuan looked at the proportions in the fourth line of the paper, the smile on his lips disappeared.

Take three qian of Artemisia annua root, grind it into powder, and stir-fry it over low heat until it turns golden brown.

In the actual recipe, two qian (approximately 6 grams) of artemisia root is used, and it is ground raw without frying. Frying artemisia root will produce an astringent taste, masking the original flavor of the other medicinal materials and causing people to misjudge the quality of the entire pill.

The ninth line states that the soaking time for the red peony root is two hours.

In fact, red peony root only needs to be soaked for half an hour. Soaking it for too long will dissolve most of the active medicinal properties of the red peony root in the water, resulting in a reduction of more than 30% in the efficacy of the resulting pills.

In the thirteenth line, during the final reduction process, the phrase "reducing over high heat" was changed to "reducing over low heat."

This step is the most crucial difference. A strong heat to reduce the liquid locks in the medicinal power of the pill's core, preventing it from leaking out, while a slow, gentle heat will cause nearly half of the medicinal power to dissipate during the reduction process. Pills made according to this formula look exactly like the genuine product, and may even provide a slight feeling of fullness of qi and blood in the short term after consumption, but their efficacy is less than 40% of the genuine product.

Three key alterations were hidden in what appeared to be an impeccable prescription.

You can't tell unless you're an expert.

Even experts need to actually try making it themselves to discover the huge gap between the finished product and their expectations. By then, time has been wasted, money has been spent, and people have been fooled.

Fang Yuan folded the paper back and put it back into the wooden box.

The wooden box was placed back on the middle shelf, the brass lock was fastened, and the key was tucked into his pocket.

He inspected the workshop windows.

The window was an old-fashioned folding wooden window with a latch on the inside, but the wooden frame was a bit loose. With a push, it could be opened from the outside without removing the latch. The hinges turned almost silently.

Fang Yuan reinserted the pin, took two steps back, and looked around the entire workshop.

The wooden box is on the middle shelf, within sight.

The windows can be opened from the outside.

The door is locked from the inside, and the latch is visible from the outside, indicating that the owner is not home.

Everything is in order.

Fang Yuan turned off the light, left the workshop, and returned to the bedroom next door.

The next morning, Fang Yuan neither went to the workshop nor practiced his martial arts.

He set up a table and placed two chairs on the open ground next to the martial arts training ground.

On the table was a wooden plaque with four characters written in Fang Yuan's own handwriting: "Standing Posture Guidance".

The line below in smaller print reads: Ten taels of silver per transaction.

Fang Ping stood to the side, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his face full of suspicion.

"Brother, are you sure someone's coming? Ten taels a time, that's enough to buy ten bowls of Qi and Blood Soup."

Fang Yuan sat in the chair without saying anything.

Just after 9 AM, the first person arrived.

Square stone.

The branch disciple who squatted on the ground and howled until his voice was hoarse on the day of the assessment was in the early stage of the Flesh Refining Realm. His foundation was average, but he trained hard.

Fang Shi walked to the table, his face flushed red.

"Brother Fang Yuan, I... I'd like to give it a try. Ten taels is something I can afford."

He took out a cloth bag from his pocket, opened it, and inside were ten taels of loose silver, of varying sizes, which had obviously been saved up for a long time.

Fang Yuan accepted the silver and stood up.

"Standing meditation".

Fang Shi immediately assumed the basic crane-shaped stance, with his legs slightly bent and his arms clasped in a circle.

Fang Yuan walked around him once.

The purpose of having double the standing posture skill at this moment is not to make Fang Yuan stand better himself, but to let him see how poorly others are standing.

At first glance, Fang Shi's stance seemed flawless, a textbook example of perfect posture. But Fang Yuan's eyes swept from his right foot to his left shoulder, locking onto four questions within three breaths.

"The right foot is turned out two points, and the knee and toes are not pointing in the same direction. When exerting force, the blood and qi will be blocked in the popliteal fossa."

Fang Yuan reached out and pressed on the outside of Fang Shi's right knee.

Fang Shi's body trembled.

He had been practicing this stance for almost a year, and no one had ever told him that he had a problem with his knees. In Fang Yuanshan's large classes, dozens of people practiced the stance together. The instructors would at most glance at the obvious mistakes and correct them, but it was impossible for them to go through every detail of such minor deviations.

"The left shoulder is not relaxed enough, and the gap between the shoulder blade and the spine is too large. When the blood and qi rise, some of it will be lost here."

Fang Yuan placed two fingers on the inside of Fang Shi's left scapula and gently pressed down.

Fang Shi felt as if a river had suddenly flowed through the left side of his body.

The previously sluggish flow of qi and blood suddenly became smooth, flowing smoothly from his waist and spine to his shoulders. The feeling of exhilaration made his eyes widen in surprise.

"this--"

"Third, you're not sitting down properly; you're using your legs to support yourself. The core of stance training is generating power from the waist and spine, not the legs. The legs are just a support; the waist is the axis."

As Fang Yuan spoke, he slapped Fang Shi on the lower back.

Fang Shi instinctively lowered his body by three inches.

The entire piling frame suddenly changed shape. From the outside, the change was minimal, but the square stone itself felt as if the world had turned upside down. The area of ​​its feet in contact with the ground had doubled, and its center of gravity felt as stable as if it were nailed into the stone slab.

"The last breath."

Fang Yuan took a step back.

"Your current breathing is chest breathing, where the air only enters your chest cavity. Switch to abdominal breathing, letting the breath sink to your lower abdomen (Dantian), so that each breath propels the blood and qi through a complete small circulation."

A quarter of an hour.

Fang Yuan spent a quarter of an hour correcting Fang Shi's stance, which he had been standing in for a year.

Fang Shi stopped practicing his stance, completely dazed. He looked down at his hands and saw that his palms were covered in a fine layer of sweat, a sign of accelerated blood circulation.

I've been practicing standing meditation for a year and I've never felt this way before.

"Brother Fang Yuan..." Fang Shi's voice trembled, "With your skill, ten taels is too cheap."

Fang Yuan ignored the comment and sat back down in his chair.

As Fang Shi left, he glanced back at the door. That glance contained a complex mix of emotions—gratitude, admiration, and an indescribable excitement.

He will definitely tell the other members of the collateral branches when he gets back.

Fang Yuan doesn't need to call GG.

Fang Shi is GG.

Sure enough, three more people arrived before lunch.

Five after lunch.

They were all from collateral branches, some at the early and middle stages of the Body Refining Realm. Ten taels of silver was not a small sum for them, but Fang Shi's progress during the afternoon sparring session was clearly visible—he had been dominated by the same opponent in the morning, but had turned the tables and gained the upper hand in the afternoon.

This tangible effect is more effective than any advertising.

On the first day, there were eight people.

Income of eighty taels.

Fang Ping squatted to the side, clicking the abacus beads in his hand. After he finished, the look in his eyes when he looked up at Fang Yuan changed.

"Eighty taels...eighty taels a day?"

Fang Yuan took a sip of water and didn't say anything.

Eighty taels, minus 20% for the family share, leaves sixty-four taels.

The net profit was sixty-four taels. With no cost of medicinal materials and no channel risks, the Li family's reach could not penetrate the Fang family's martial arts hall, no matter how far they extended.

This is a revenue stream that operates entirely within the Fang family's system.

Li Jue may control everything, but he can't control Fang Yuan teaching people standing meditation in his own courtyard.

The following afternoon, an extra onlooker appeared in the corridor on the west side of the training ground.