Martial arts immortality begins with upgrading buildings.

"Could this be qi and blood?"

Chen Qing could hardly contain his excitement.

By gaining a little experience with Wuji stance, I unexpectedly obtained a wisp of Qi and blood.

Is this the effect of the meditation room?

Given that every training session leads to progress, does this mean that as long as you accumulate 100 experience points, your Qi and Blood will also increase to 100 strands, allowing you to break through the barrier and become an External Force Martial Master?

"If that's the case, my breakthrough to Martial Master will be much faster than that of ordinary people."

Chen Qing looked at the brand-new panel, his heart filled with excitement.

Just over two weeks ago, he was a lowly porter, making a living by doing manual labor, and Zhang Mazi could easily overpower him.

Now, he has not only entered the world of porters, but has also unlocked a brand new profession as a martial arts master.

As long as you work hard to gain experience, becoming a true martial arts master is almost a certainty.

At that time, his social class will also experience a huge leap.

Chen Qing carefully examined the various data on the martial arts panel.

It was discovered that compared to the porter profession, the martial arts profession has an additional realm category.

"So, it seems that the profession of porter is merely a skill?"

Chen Qing suddenly understood something.

Being a porter may seem like a job, but it lacks any sense of purpose because all they do is physically exert themselves.

Unlike martial arts masters, they cannot learn various martial arts techniques.

Having familiarized himself with the new class panel, Chen Qing pulled himself out of his thoughts and continued to focus on stance training.

As the sun set, Guo Hong announced, "Alright, that's enough for today. Martial arts training requires a balance of intensity and rest. If you overexert yourself and damage your foundation, it will be a greater loss than gain."

After finishing his stance training, Chen Qing received a spare set of training clothes from Guo Hong and left the Wuji Boxing Club, heading out of the city.

By this time, the effects of the blood-strengthening soup had worn off, and Chen Qing felt intense soreness in every muscle of his body, making him grimace with pain with every step he took.

Chen Qing gritted his teeth and returned to the shack, buying food for the evening along the way.

When he arrived at the shack, he was preparing to practice a few sets of Baduanjin exercises to recover his health.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Zhou Tao's voice rang out: "Is Aqing home?"

"Uncle Zhou, come in."

Chen Qing responded.

Zhou Tao pushed open the dilapidated wooden door, walked into the shack, took out a bulging cloth bag from his pocket, and handed it to Chen Qing.

"Ah Qing, everyone knows you're learning martial arts, and that must be very expensive, so we pooled together a hundred silver dollars. Take this and buy some more tonics."

"This won't do."

Chen Qing quickly pushed the cloth bag back.

This is the hard-earned money of the villagers who carried heavy loads at the dock; they only managed to save a little bit by living frugally.

With families to support, how much can anyone actually save?

That hundred silver dollars probably emptied their savings!

"Ah Qing, our Shangquan Gang has been working at the docks for so many years. Which family hasn't been tightening their belts to make ends meet? We've all had enough of this hardship."

"It's not easy for one of us to be successful; everyone is hoping you'll achieve something great."

He patted the cloth bag, a glimmer of light appearing in his cloudy eyes. "This little bit of money is what we've all saved up from the bottom of our teeth. We're not doing it for anything else, we just hope that when you become a martial arts master in the future, you can lend us a hand."

Zhou Tao stuffed the cloth bag into Chen Qing's hands again and said earnestly, "If you don't accept this money, wouldn't you be breaking the hearts of the villagers?"

"Okay, I'll accept the money. When I succeed in the future, I will never forget my fellow villagers."

Chen Qing clutched the cloth bag, his fingers trembling slightly, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

"Ah Qing, your uncle believes in you, you can definitely succeed!"

Zhou Tao patted Chen Qing on the shoulder with satisfaction, then turned and walked out of the shack.

Chen Qing took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, opened the cloth bag to check it, and then put it into the cultivation room.

Then they began practicing the Eight Pieces of Brocade to relieve the body's soreness.

[Eight Pieces of Brocade +1]

After practicing five times in a row, the soreness in my body completely disappeared.

[Skill: Baduanjin (91/100)]

"I'll have mastered the Eight Pieces of Brocade in about a week. I wonder if I'll be able to get the talent."

Chen Qing glanced at his personal panel and muttered to himself.

Without the soreness to suppress it, a strong feeling of hunger took over again.

Chen Qing quickly took out the food she had just bought and started cooking, and even cooked extra meat as a backup.

After filling his stomach, Chen Qing began to practice Wuji stance in the shack.

......

The next morning, Chen Qing arrived at the dock as usual, ready to work.

At this point, he wasn't taking on the work simply to earn a little money, but to improve his experience as a porter.

He wanted to see if he could break through the limit a second time by maxing out his porter experience again.

As Chen Qing waited for the large sailboat to dock, he noticed the leaders of several other small groups walking briskly toward him.

Upon reaching him, one of the leaders bowed respectfully to Chen Qing and said with a face full of reverence:

"Master Chen, my name is Sun Yongfu, and I'm from the Liugou Gang. We've come here today specifically to thank you. Thank you for killing Zhang Mazi and for waiving our 10% management fee."

After saying that, he took out a cloth bag from his pocket and handed it to Chen Qing, "This is a small token of everyone's appreciation."

You're too kind.

Chen Qing guessed their purpose and accepted the cloth bag without hesitation.

Upon opening it, they found 20 silver dollars inside.

The leaders of the other small groups also stepped forward to express their gratitude to Chen Qing and offered him money.

Everyone makes a living at the docks, so they naturally know the rules of the docks.

That so-called 10% management fee is completely unreasonable.

Zhang Mazi was able to receive the money purely because he used force to coerce him.

Everyone originally thought that after Chen Qing killed Zhang Mazi, he would also become Qin Gen's lackey and continue to collect money for him.

Surprisingly, no one came to collect the management fee the next day.

They went to Zhou Tao of the Quan Gang to inquire and learned that Chen Qing had actually refused the job in front of Qin Gen.

This saved all the laborers at the Micangdu Wharf a lot of money.

To prevent people like Zhang Mazi from collecting management fees again, they decided to seek out Chen Qing for support.

"I hope Mr. Chen will take good care of things at the dock in the future."

Sun Yongfu said respectfully.

"Sure thing, if you encounter any difficulties in the future, feel free to come to me."

Chen Qing readily agreed.

With his current abilities, he is more than capable of resolving some disputes at the docks.

He accepted the money with a clear conscience.

After receiving a satisfactory answer, the leaders left.

Chen Qing opened several cloth bags and counted the money given by the leaders; the total amount was 120 silver dollars.

With the addition of the 100 silver dollars from the Shangquan Gang and the 5 silver dollars he received from Zhang Mazi, his total assets reached 225 silver dollars, more than the money he had saved for two years.

"Choosing to activate the training room was definitely the right decision. With certain abilities, making money has indeed become much easier."

Chen Qing couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He was increasingly looking forward to seeing what changes becoming a martial arts master would bring to his life.

Just as he was sighing inwardly, two rickshaws approached from afar, running straight toward him.

Two girls dressed in civilized new clothes were sitting in each of the two cars.

One of them was his cousin, Liu Shuyao.