Martial arts immortality begins with upgrading buildings.

The next day, after accumulating experience as a porter, Chen Qing went to the Wuji Fist Club and found a secluded corner to practice his skills quietly.

After the newcomers learned the Wuji stance, Guo Hong told them to practice on their own, just like the other apprentices.

Lin Meng and Zhang Zhihe have completely become Shen Yifei's lackeys, following him around all day long.

Shen Yifei's identity spread throughout the outer courtyard, attracting many elderly people from the outer courtyard to flock to him.

Although not everyone fawns over the son of the garrison captain, they all treat each other with caution and dare not provoke him easily.

Shen Yifei has clearly become the leading figure in the School of Foreign Languages.

Unlike Shen Yifei's glamorous life.

Chen Qing's exceptional talent was also widely known throughout the outer courtyard, making him a figure of concern for connections in everyone's eyes.

Together with Wu Shun, they were ostracized by the entire outer courtyard.

No one wanted to say another word to them, and they received no shortage of disdainful looks.

Fortunately, fighting is prohibited in the outer courtyard, so there was no bullying.

Chen Qing didn't care about this.

He doesn't bother with anyone unless they provoke him.

He assumed a stance and began practicing Wuji stance.

Not long after he started practicing, Wu Shun, who had just arrived at the boxing club, strolled over to him, carrying a bag of braised beef wrapped in oil paper.

"Aqing, have some beef to nourish your body."

Wu Shun casually tossed the beef to Chen Qing.

"Shunzi, I already ate this morning, you really don't need to bring me anything."

Chen Qing said with a sense of helplessness.

No one knows who discovered that he was working at the docks, but the news spread like wildfire throughout the college.

Most of those disdainful looks were because of his identity as a porter.

These days, Wu Shun practices martial arts with him every day, and the two have gradually become friends.

After learning that Chen Qing was working at the dock, she started bringing him a pound of braised beef every morning.

Despite Chen Qing's repeated refusals, Wu Shun continued to bring the food every day, saying that not eating it was disrespectful.

Since he had already bought it, Chen Qing didn't stand on ceremony. He opened the oil paper and sat on the ground to eat.

He is indeed short of funds recently, and his daily nutrition is barely keeping up.

This serving of beef is just enough to replenish what your body needs.

After finishing his beef, Chen Qing continued practicing his standing meditation.

He stood there for six minutes straight, which startled Wu Shun so much that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Ah Qing, how did you train? How come you can stand longer than me?"

Wu Shun said incredulously.

He didn't have a specific concept of time, only knowing that Chen Qing could stand in the stance for longer than him in one session.

You should know that he arrived a month earlier than Chen Qing.

They usually practice at the same time, and he will practice extra when he gets back.

Even so, Chen Qing still surpassed him.

This was something he found hard to accept at first.

They are clearly of the same caliber, so why is there such a big difference between them?

"I don't know either, it just happened like this while I was practicing."

Chen Qing gave a vague answer.

You can't say he has a cheat code, like he got a talent yesterday that allows him to repair himself at any time, can you?

"Your stance training is already better than most of the other apprentices in the outer academy. You might even get a ranking in the weekly stance training competition. You'll get an extra bowl of blood-strengthening soup then."

Wu Shun said sourly.

"What is a small-scale stance training competition?"

Chen Qing's eyes lit up, and he asked with great interest.

He had no interest in Xiao Bi, but was very interested in Zhuang Xue Tang (a traditional Chinese medicine formula).

"It's said to be a test of cultivation results, a competition to see who can practice the Wuji stance better and stand for the longest time. If you can make it into the top ten, you will be rewarded with a bowl of blood-strengthening soup. The first place winner will be rewarded with two bowls. But if you are last place, you will be punished by not being allowed to eat lunch."

Wu Shun's expression was not good, as if he was recalling a painful memory.

When he first joined the boxing club, he was almost always at the bottom of the rankings.

No lunch is allowed, and no blood-strengthening soup is permitted.

The morning was the same as usual, but the afternoon was absolutely unbearable.

This is also an important reason why he practices Wuji stance every day when he gets home.

Although physical constitution can determine the duration of standing meditation, understanding the techniques of Wuji standing meditation is the most important factor.

"I've been at the boxing club for exactly one week. Is today the day of the sparring match?"

Chen Qing nodded upon hearing this, pondering to himself.

Just then, he suddenly heard a loud shout, "Stop right there!"

Looking in the direction of the voice, they saw Guo Hong holding a pocket watch and shouting to a group of apprentices, "Everyone rest here for fifteen minutes. Once the time is up, the stance training competition will begin immediately."

His gaze swept across the faces of Chen Qing and the other newcomers, and he continued, "Some of the newcomers don't know what the stance training competition is, so I'll repeat the rules again..."

Guo Hong began to explain in detail the rules of the small-scale standing meditation.

People kept glancing at Chen Qing.

Many people had a gloating look in their eyes.

It was a consensus among everyone that the newcomers were at the bottom of the standing meditation competition.

Among this batch of new recruits was a porter of inferior physique.

He absolutely deserves to be number one!

A corner of the courtyard.

A group of apprentices formed a circle around Shen Yifei.

"Brother Shen has outstanding talent and amazing comprehension. He has only been here for a week, but his standing meditation time has already surpassed most people in the outer courtyard. In another week, he will definitely be able to enter the top ten."

One of the boys, who had been there for over half a month, flattered him with a fawning expression.

"Of course! Brother Shen is the only prodigy in the outer courtyard with superior talent; he's destined to reach the Transformation Realm!"

Another person offered a compliment.

Not to be outdone, the others chimed in, each trying their best to curry favor.

Shen Yifei looked arrogant, feeling that what these people said was perfectly reasonable.

His natural talent was already superior to everyone else in the outer academy, and he trained diligently every day without ever slacking off.

All he lacks now is a little bit of experience.

What's so great about the top ten?

In another week, once he has gained enough experience, he will surely suppress all the old men and become number one in the competition.

After a round of praise, everyone started talking about the competition.

"I heard from others that if you don't drink a bowl of blood-strengthening soup at noon to relieve the pain, practicing stance training in the afternoon will feel like being cut with a knife."

One of them said with a look of relief, "Luckily, there was a guy with inferior aptitude among the new recruits who came in with me at the same time. He took last place for the entire last few weeks."

"Brother Zhang and Miss Lin are quite lucky. Isn't there someone with inferior aptitude among their batch of newcomers? With that guy at the bottom, there's no need to worry about them coming in last place."

Someone smiled at Zhang Zhihe and Lin Meng.

"To be honest, I used to hate people who have no ability and only know how to use connections, but now, I'm actually a little grateful to him."

Zhang Zhihe looked at Lin Meng and smiled easily, "If it weren't for Chen Qing, one of us might have suffered."

Lin Meng glanced at Chen Qing in the distance and snorted coldly: "He deserves it. Who told him to be incompetent and still try to squeeze in? He brought this punishment on himself. What's there to be grateful for?"

"I'm just being sarcastic. I naturally wouldn't deign to associate with that kind of person."

Zhang Zhihe smiled dismissively.