I chose one of four options at the start, and I chose the number one clan in Lingnan.

Lin Ting sat in the armchair, staring at the semi-transparent system panel in front of him.

The family prosperity balance was displayed as 2,000 points. He swiped the interface and entered the auxiliary options of the reward pool.

Point your finger to the [Basic Human Limit Physical Fitness Enhancement Agent Formula].

A pop-up message appears: Exchanging this recipe requires 1,000 Prosperity Points.

Lin Ting clicked "Confirm".

Prosperity level deducted.

A yellowed parchment appeared out of nowhere on the desk, with the names of dozens of Chinese medicinal herbs and their preparation methods written on it.

Lin Ting picked up the parchment and threw it in front of his second uncle.

"Go to the pharmacy in town and buy all the herbs listed here, enough for fifty people," Lin Ting ordered.

My second great-uncle picked up the parchment and glanced at it.

"Angelica sinensis, astragalus membranaceus, and wild ginseng that's been growing for over a hundred years. Grandpa, these are all highly nourishing medicines."

"Buying enough for fifty people will take up more than half of the money in our ancestral hall's account." Second Uncle looked at Lin Ting.

"Saving money won't produce offspring, so do as you say," Lin Ting said.

Second Uncle put away the parchment and ran out of the study.

Lin Ting stood up and walked towards the backyard of the ancestral hall.

The backyard of the ancestral hall is very spacious and is usually used to store miscellaneous items for ancestral worship.

Lin Ting had three hundred red bricks brought over by the young men of Zhongtang, and he built three simple stoves on the open ground.

Three large iron pots were placed on the stove.

Two hours later, the second uncle returned to the courtyard with his men pushing a tricycle, the back of which was filled with packets of prepared Chinese medicine.

Lin Ting personally took charge.

He filled the large iron pot with well water and lit the firewood in the stove.

Once the water boiled, Lin Ting opened the medicine packet. He sliced ​​the century-old wild ginseng into thin slices, threw them into the pot first, and then added angelica and astragalus.

He strictly followed the order on the parchment, putting dozens of Chinese herbs into the pot in batches.

The firewood crackled and popped, its flames illuminating the entire backyard.

Lin Ting took a long wooden stick and stirred the three large pots clockwise.

Steam rose, and sweat streamed down Lin Ting's face, dripping onto the bluestone slab.

Half of the water in the pot had boiled away, so Lin Ting had two buckets of well water brought in and poured them in, boiling the water repeatedly.

Three hours passed.

The water in the pot had simmered into a thick, dark brown broth, filling the yard with a strong smell of Chinese medicine. The broth was viscous and bubbling vigorously.

Lin Ting threw down the wooden stick.

Lin Fei stood to the side, his head wrapped in thick white gauze, and two large cuts on his arm.

"Fei-zai, go and call over the brothers who got hurt in the river today. Pick fifty clean-cut ones who can keep their mouths shut," Lin Ting ordered.

Lin Fei turned and ran out of the backyard.

Half an hour later.

Fifty young men from Zhongtang entered the backyard.

They were shirtless, their bodies covered in bruises, knife wounds, and scratches. The crew-cut young man walked at the front, his right arm wrapped in a bloodstained bandage.

Fifty men stood in five rows in front of the iron pot, no one speaking, all holding back their anger. They couldn't swallow the insult of being beaten by the people of Wangjia Village in the river.

Lin Ting pointed to the three large iron pots.

"One bowl per person, drink it all, including the dregs," Lin Ting ordered.

Lin Fei stepped forward, picked up a large bowl next to him, and scooped a full bowl of dark brown medicinal soup from the first pot.

The soup was very hot. Lin Fei picked up the bowl, tilted his head back, and gulped it down in one go.

He smashed the empty bowl on the ground.

The young man with the crew cut stepped forward, took a bowl, scooped up some soup, and drank it all in one gulp.

Fifty men lined up, and the medicinal soup in the three large pots was drunk clean.

The medicinal soup was swallowed.

Lin Fei clutched his stomach, which felt burning hot. The heat traveled through his intestines and spread throughout his body.

His muscles tensed instantly, his arms and chest muscles bulged, and his skin turned red.

A layer of foul-smelling black sweat seeped from his pores.

Lin Fei walked to the water vat in the corner of the yard, picked up a ladle, scooped up cold water and poured it over his head.

The black sweat was washed away, revealing the bronze skin underneath.

The bruises on his body had all faded, but the wound on his head was incredibly itchy, and the blood had formed a hard scab. He reached out and wiped it, and the scab fell off, revealing newly grown healthy flesh.

Lin Fei clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

He turned to look at the corner of the wall, where there was a blue stone roller used to weigh down a tent, weighing two hundred pounds.

Lin Fei walked over, bent down, and hugged the blue stone roller with both hands.

Use your waist to generate power.

He lifted the 200-pound bluestone roller above his head and walked around the yard twice without panting or shaking.

"Clang!" Lin Fei threw the bluestone roller on the ground, smashing two bluestone slabs.

He looked at his hands.

The crew-cut young man ripped off the bandage on his arm, revealing that the deep, bone-revealing knife wound had healed, leaving a faint white mark.

He walked up to the red brick wall, raised his right fist, and slammed it into the wall.

"Bang!"

The red bricks shattered, but the back of the young man's hand, with its flat head, wasn't even scratched.

A man from the side walked over, grabbed the crew-cut young man's shoulders with both hands, and the two wrestled.

The bluestone slabs under their feet were cracked from their footsteps, and their faces turned red from straining, neither of them could push the other.

"That strength could kill a bull." The crew-cut young man released his grip, panting heavily.

The fifty men were stunned. They gripped each other's arms, testing their inexhaustible strength.

They looked at Lin Ting; this wasn't a tonic at all, but rather the Grandfather had reshaped their bodies.

Fifty people knelt on one knee.

A notification popped up in Lin Ting's mind.

"Fifty clansmen have completed extreme physical enhancements, and their loyalty has reached its maximum value."

"The host has received a boost, and the combined physical strength of fifty people has been added to the host."

Lin Ting twisted his neck, his joints cracking.

He walked to the table, picked up the hard purple clay teacup, and clenched his right hand.

"Crack." The purple clay teacup shattered into powder, which leaked through his fingers.

Lin Ting pulled a solid iron rod from the wooden shelf next to him and held both ends of the rod with both hands.

Arm muscles bulge.

"Squeak." He bent the solid iron rod into a U-shape.

He threw the bent iron rod to the ground with a dull thud.

Strength, endurance, and reaction speed all surged.

Now, he can even crush the most elite special forces soldiers with one hand.

The fifty men stared in horror at the iron rod on the ground. The old man's strength was ten times more terrifying than theirs.

Lin Ting brushed the powder off his hands.

"The Lin family members aren't good swimmers, so we'll just crush them with sheer force." Lin Ting looked at the fifty people kneeling on the ground.

He walked to the side and kicked away the long, rectangular wooden crate on the ground.

Open the lid.

Inside were fifty thickened seamless steel pipes, each one meter long, with sharp chamfers at the front end ground with a grinding wheel.

It is extremely heavy; an ordinary person would lose strength after swinging it twice with one hand.

Lin Fei stood up, walked over, and picked up a steel pipe. He weighed it in his hand; the weight was just right.

Fifty men stepped forward one by one, each picking up a steel pipe.

Lin Ting pulled out the last steel pipe from the bottom of the box and carried it on his shoulder.

The fifty men were lined up in two neat columns. Their physical fitness, strength, and resilience were now at the level of elite soldiers.

The footsteps of fifty people echoed on the bluestone slabs, perfectly synchronized.

Lin Ting turned around and strode towards the courtyard gate.

"Bring your weapons," Lin Ting said.

"Get on the boat and go clean up the trash in the river."