He transformed from a fierce tiger pillar into a martial saint.

In the outer courtyard of the martial arts school.

These disciples, in groups of three or five, were all talking about the upcoming assessment.

"This time I'm leaving the martial arts school. I haven't even reached the Ming Jin level yet..."

A man wearing a blue shirt with three or five patches said with a dejected look on his face.

His name is Liu Xinzhi. He comes from a poor family and only managed to come to the martial arts school to study thanks to his family's frugality. Just last month, in order to break through to the Ming Jin level, he even borrowed money at high interest rates to buy tonics from an outside clinic, but he still hasn't succeeded in breaking through.

"Xinzhi, don't be discouraged. Even if we haven't reached the Ming Jin level yet, we already have a certain foundation in martial arts. If we become guards in a wealthy family, it's still better than before..."

Another man clenched his fists tightly, offering words of comfort. In reality, he was also trying to comfort himself. Deep down, however, he was filled with extreme resentment.

Some disciples looked anxious. Although they had not yet broken through to the Ming Jin level, they were already at the critical juncture of their breakthrough, and their innate talent was not bad. They had just been delayed in their breakthrough for some reason.

Based on past experience, the martial arts school will give them an extra one to two months to break through, depending on the specific circumstances.

There were also disciples, talking in hushed tones.

"If I really have to leave Tiger Roar Martial Arts School this time, I'll try other martial arts schools..."

"Wang Ke, stop dreaming. Once you become a disciple of Tiger Roar Martial Arts School, no other martial arts school will accept you."

Upon hearing this, the disciple named Wang Ke's face fell slightly.

Admittedly, any disciple who learns from one martial arts school will be known to other schools. Due to sectarianism, other schools will not accept them as disciples.

Furthermore, the secrets of martial arts are not easily passed on. To ensure that its own martial arts tradition is not leaked, Tiger Roar Martial Arts School does not allow its practitioners to join other martial arts schools.

More importantly, the fact that he failed to reach the Ming Jin level after a year at the Tiger Roar Martial Arts School is enough to show that his martial arts achievements are limited. How could other martial arts schools possibly accept him as a disciple?

To put it bluntly, is it worth taking in a martial arts waste?

Unless the other party has some other important talent, skill, or connections that would make another martial arts school risk offending Tiger Roar Martial Arts School to take them as a disciple.

Wang Ke said, "My cousin is now a disciple with the Dark Force level at the Zhenjiang Martial Arts School and is highly favored by the school master... I want to give it a try..."

Upon hearing Wang Ke's words, the two disciples beside him fell silent.

Wang Ke possesses connections that they can only envy. Moreover, this genuinely gives Wang Ke a sliver of a chance to enter the Zhenjiang martial arts school…

If one could have a cousin with both exceptional skill and talent at the Zhenjiang Martial Arts School to look after them, they would naturally have a greater chance of continuing their martial arts journey.

Upon thinking of this, several disciples nearby felt a mixture of envy and jealousy, and even cursed Wang Ke, hoping he wouldn't be able to take advantage of this relationship.

"That's... Chu Yang?!"

"He joined the martial arts school in the same batch as us, trained there for about a month, and then never came back..."

"The martial arts school doesn't impose many restrictions on training time for disciples like us. They don't even force us to practice at the school every day, and they don't make any demands even if we don't come for several months..."

"If someone doesn't come without a valid reason, the curator will definitely see them as someone who gives up halfway and lacks perseverance..."

At this moment, Chu Yang had already entered the martial arts hall. Seeing the scenes inside, he felt a slight ripple of emotion and感慨.

The disciples who entered the martial arts school at the same time as Chu Yang only spent a little over a month with him and didn't have a deep relationship with him.

Moreover, during the month or so that Chu Yang was at the martial arts school, he did not stay at the school. He often hung out with several of the Ming Jin senior brothers and sisters at the school.

The martial arts school recruits a batch of disciples every three months. Some of the later disciples had never even seen Chu Yang before, and they couldn't help but look at him with curiosity.

The disciple named Liu Xinzhi quickly walked over after seeing Chu Yang.

"Chu Yang, why haven't you come for so long?"

Liu Xinzhi's eyes were filled with deep concern.

In the Liang Dynasty, communication was extremely inconvenient for ordinary people. Often, once two people were separated, it meant they would never see each other again and would have no further contact.

After Liu Xinzhi joined the martial arts school, he and Chu Yang were the first two people to get to know each other, and they often exchanged ideas about martial arts.

Chu Yang's family background might be worse than many martial artists, but it was better than Liu Xinzhi's.

On several occasions when Liu Xinzhi was short of money and didn't have enough to eat, Chu Yang lent him two hundred coins.

Later, Chu Yang became very close to several Ming Jin disciples, often going out for meals and entertainment, while spending less time with Liu Xinzhi.

Liu Xinzhi had also advised Chu Yang not to be led astray, not to waste time, and not to delay his martial arts training.

Chu Yang smiled gently and said, "Xinzhi, some things came up at home, so I stayed home for a while."

Liu Xinzhi asked in a low voice, "Chu Yang, how's your martial arts training going? Since you don't have a martial arts school at home, I'm afraid you haven't reached the Ming Jin level yet, have you?"

When Liu Xinzhi asked this question, her eyes were filled with intense curiosity, and even a hint of anticipation.

He was looking forward to Chu Yang's affirmative answer.

If you are mediocre, then you need to make sure that everyone around you is mediocre as well, so that you can make up for the psychological gap.

With his wisdom honed over two lifetimes, Chu Yang's eyes were naturally able to see through these emotions.

Thinking of this, Chu Yang said, "I haven't neglected my martial arts training at home; I've made some progress!"

As far as Liu Xinzhi was concerned, Chu Yang was someone who hung out with his senior brothers and sisters, who was very concerned about saving face and acting like a big shot, and was not a humble person.

Therefore, when Chu Yang said these words, he concluded that Chu Yang must have neglected his martial arts.

Liu Xinzhi's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down, and her eyes filled with clear concern.

"Chu Yang, you don't need to worry. Just like the other fellow disciples who haven't reached the Ming Jin level said, in the future, we can become guards in big families or escort goods in escort agencies, which will be better than our current situation."

At this point, Liu Xinzhi lowered his voice again.

"I heard that some families, businesses, and security escort agencies will be coming to select people later. You must not say that you haven't trained at the martial arts school for almost a year, otherwise they might not choose you."

"Even though you have a dozen or so acres of land in the village, that's still entirely dependent on the weather, and it's hard to get ahead in life!"

Liu Xinzhi's eyes were full of heartfelt sincerity.

Chu Yang nodded and said, "Brother Xin, thank you for the reminder."

Just then.

Two elegant-looking men dressed in white robes walked over.

Those disciples who had not yet reached the Ming Jin level quickly clasped their hands in greeting upon seeing this.

"Senior Brother Feng, Senior Brother Meng!"

Chu Yang felt a slight ripple in his heart upon seeing the two people.

And these two people came specifically for him.