Becoming a saint begins with the infinite accumulation of destiny.

"Tsk tsk, Zhou Qing's perseverance hasn't waned at all..."

The fat man swallowed a large meat bun in one gulp, his mouth oozing with oil, and exclaimed.

This fat man is the kitchen chef in charge of everyone's logistics; everyone calls him Chef Bao.

Unlike them, Master Bao had formally trained in martial arts, but as he got older, he became a chef.

As for why Chen Shisheng knew him, it was naturally because he was the accountant of this compound, and they became familiar with each other over time.

"This person...is indeed of strong will."

Chen Shisheng couldn't help but admire this person.

If Zhu You is indeed a person of extraordinary talent, belonging to the category of geniuses.

Zhou Qing was born hardworking. He practiced each move of the Hunyuan stance hundreds of times, and he was always out early and back late every day without ever missing a day.

The Wen family compound has about a hundred people in total, and this person's diligence is second to none.

Even Chen Shisheng is not as good as him.

It wasn't that he was lazy or afraid of hardship, but rather that he wasn't getting enough nutrition, and forcing himself to train would only harm his health.

Although Zhou Qing was of average talent, his family had considerable wealth, providing him with a large supply of meat every day, along with precious medicinal cuisine to nourish him. He also had someone specifically assigned to soothe his muscles and bones, which enabled him to sustain himself.

Otherwise, such intensive training day and night would ruin even an iron man.

Practicing martial arts is not just a matter of willpower; nutrition is also crucial.

"How many techniques have you mastered in your Hunyuan stance?"

After watching for a while, the fat man turned to look at Chen Shisheng beside him, sized him up, and asked.

"I'm not very talented, I'm only the third one."

Chen Shisheng said helplessly.

His talent was average among the hundred, but due to the lack of meat and medicinal herbs, his progress had fallen to below average.

"That guy Zhu You, I heard he's mastered all ten techniques and completed the external training. Now he's preparing for the internal training..."

He then changed the subject, talking about incantations, his words filled with emotion.

Those with a talent for martial arts can truly improve every day.

"Internal training?..."

Chen Shisheng had to admit that this person was truly exceptionally talented.

In just one week, you can completely master the ten secrets of Hunyuan Zhuang.

Without much thought, Chen Shisheng finished settling the accounts for the past few days, checked them with the fat man, and only stopped after confirming that everything was correct.

As dawn broke, Chen Shisheng didn't waste any time. He took two large meat buns from the steamer and quickly ate them.

Once inside the arena, Zhou Qing also stopped his stance and was resting cross-legged on the ground.

Others arrived, set up the Hunyuan stance, and began practicing.

Chen Shisheng also followed suit, trying to figure out the key points of the movements little by little.

There are ten key points to the Hunyuan stance, and each key point involves the training of a certain part of the body's muscles.

After mastering the ten techniques, your whole body will be tempered and refined, which is the foundation before internal training.

Chen Shisheng gradually changed his movements, following the arrogant actions he remembered.

Although his speed was slow, his movements were extremely precise, and he did his best to hone every inch of his body.

After Chen Shisheng practiced the first three tips again, his hands and feet were numb and his body was as hot as a fire pit, as if the blood and qi that had been stored in his body had been activated.

"...If I had money to buy some meat and medicine, I could be faster."

Chen Shisheng touched his empty stomach; his body was still too weak.

This exercise may seem simple, but it is actually extremely demanding and requires a great deal of physical strength.

That's why strength was a requirement when selecting people.

Without a healthy body, forcing oneself to practice stance training is tantamount to slow suicide.

"I'll have to ask my sister-in-law to buy more meat when we get back."

With that thought in mind, Chen Shisheng turned around and went to the kitchen, intending to have a big meal.

Although the Wen family compound provides three meals a day, food is not served after mealtimes.

But he was the accountant...

"If you ask me, you're really lucky, kid, you got such a cushy job for free."

Master Bao chuckled, his eyes holding a meaningful look.

Chen Shisheng remained silent, only focusing on eating voraciously.

He ate half a meat bun in one bite, and then ate three or four in a row before he felt full.

Then he picked up the kettle on the table, poured a bowl of water, and gulped it all down his throat.

"What do you mean by that?"

Chen Shisheng was somewhat puzzled.

The fat man said nothing more and urged him to hurry up and go out to practice his stance.

As soon as he stepped out of the house, he ran into Zhang Qing, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

During this time, Chen Shisheng stayed at home with his sister-in-law, while Zhang Qing did not go back but chose to stay here in a dormitory-style room.

The difference between the two is somewhat similar to the difference between commuting and boarding.

Chen Shisheng noticed that his childhood friend had somehow started hanging out with Zhu You and others, and it seemed like they were forming a small group.

This form of small group is extremely common here.

People are used to communicating with those they know well or those who can help them.

Over time, a small group that aligns with everyone's interests naturally forms.

Zhang Qing seems to have joined a small group of practitioners of Zhu You (a type of traditional Chinese medicine), most of whom love to practice intensely, going out early and returning late, without any restraint in their physical activity.

"Shisheng, how have you been lately? I've mastered six key points of my Hunyuan stance."

Zhang Qing's face showed more confidence as she spoke first.

"good."

Chen Shisheng replied casually.

The two chatted idly for a while, until Chen Shisheng was about to speak, intending to go practice his standing meditation.

Zhang Qing's expression shifted, and he suddenly said:

"Shisheng, you've been practicing standing meditation for a week now, so you should have grasped a few tricks by now. I have an idea for you. Brother Zhu has started a mutual aid group and has been helping us with our questions lately. Why don't you come with me?"

He looked at Chen Shisheng with genuine sincerity, without any ill intentions. He just saw that Chen Shisheng was making slow progress and wanted to give him a hand.

"No...."

Chen Shisheng was about to refuse when Zhang Qing interrupted him.

"Shisheng, don't blame me for not telling you, this is a rare opportunity. Now that we're in the Wen family compound, we're here to make something of ourselves! We'll never again be slaves, at the mercy of others!"

Zhang Qing's expression was complicated, and his tone suddenly became high-pitched.

"In this world, if you don't fight, you'll be trampled underfoot sooner or later. Those people will treat you like a pile of dog shit, kneading and squeezing you at will!"

At the end, his eyes were slightly red, and he added a sentence.

"Ergou is dead... His sister's body was also found in the river, completely naked. Those bastards didn't even bother to leave her with a single piece of clothing!!"

"Ergou is dead?!"

Chen Shisheng was startled and somewhat surprised.

"Yes, the news came last night."

Zhang Qing looked dejected.

They grew up together and had a very good relationship.

With Liu Ergou dead, the remaining people inevitably felt a sense of shared sorrow and gained a deeper understanding of the ways of the world.

This world is a cannibalistic place!

"We brothers have to step up!"

Zhang Qing patted Chen Shisheng on the shoulder heavily, then turned and left.

"Never mind, there's no harm in going to take a look."

Chen Shisheng thought about it and decided it wasn't a big deal, so he stopped worrying about it.

Soon, it was evening.

Chen Shisheng first went home to tell his sister-in-law, and took some of the remaining meat buns back with him, before returning to the Wen family compound. He planned to sleep there that night.

Zhang Qing had been waiting there for a while, and pulled him outside.

"Shisheng, come with me."

Along the way, we frequently encountered men dressed in gray short-sleeved shirts, some of whom had bloodstains on their bodies, and we didn't know where they had come from.

Zhang Qing walked side by side with Chen Shisheng, and he solemnly instructed Chen Shisheng on some key points.

For example, mutual aid groups are tiered, so if you encounter someone with more knowledge than you, you should take the initiative to greet them.

"It's just ahead."

Soon, Zhang Qing led Chen Shisheng to an inn outside the compound.

The inn is quite large, with an open space outside, which is probably reserved specifically for receiving guests.

At this moment, a bonfire was burning in the open space, and a group of men were gathered in a circle around the fire, talking loudly about something.