Surviving in the chaos of battle, I'm grinding for proficiency.

Inner courtyard.

Second Senior Brother Luo Zheng picked up a piece of food and looked at Hu Yuan:

"Your master has sent a letter. He will be back tomorrow and will personally oversee your training and plan your martial arts path."

Jiang Ting covered her mouth and chuckled softly:

"My master has been talking about you for a long time."

Everyone laughed.

Luo Zheng put his arm around Hu Yuan's shoulder, his eyebrows dancing with excitement, and said:

"Remember to call your sister over and let her see that the master has accepted you as his apprentice. This is a moment to bring glory to the family."

The crowd showered him with compliments once again.

Hu Yuan's smile never faded, his eyes filled with anticipation for the future.

Only Luo Zheng frowned slightly.

"Did I misjudge? Oh well... let's wait for Master to return; it's only tomorrow anyway."

……

"Bang!"

"Bang, bang!"

Li Chuan quickly threw three punches at the wooden stake.

"It's time to get to work!" Instructor Ma shouted at the top of his lungs.

Many outer disciples who were practicing their skills stopped what they were doing and rushed over.

Li Chuan looked up and saw that Instructor Ma did look like someone from the Sichuan region.

A full beard and a small, round face.

Li Chuan subconsciously lowered his gaze, wanting to see if she was wearing white socks.

Unfortunately... they were black socks.

Instructor Ma's voice was somewhat effeminate:

"Liu Zhuxing, move stones today; Luo Rui, clean the outhouse; Qin Feng, mop the floor; Li Chuan, chop firewood!"

Li Chuan nodded, indicating that he understood.

The disciples of the outer academy, or rather, these "apprentices" who have not yet entered the gate, are required to do work.

Helping the martial arts school with some tasks every day can reduce tuition fees.

Of course, if one is wealthy enough, one can do nothing at all, except pay more money.

Only "registered disciples," that is, those who have entered the Ming Jin realm, can be freed from the troubles of these trivial matters and concentrate on honing their martial arts skills.

The strict hierarchy of Songfeng Martial Arts School is evident in every little detail.

Li Chuan was preparing to go chop wood.

Qin Feng strode up to him, stopped him, and put on a fawning smile:

"Senior Brother Li, I'll do your work for you."

"This isn't a good idea..."

"What's wrong with that? I've loved doing chores since I was a child!"

After saying that, Qin Feng took the axe and started chopping wood in front of Li Chuan.

Li Chuan was naturally happy to have some free time and be able to practice stance training more often.

……

The next day.

An elderly man in gray robes with a mustache strode into the martial arts school.

Even though his face was deeply lined with wrinkles, his every move was more energetic than that of teenagers or young men in their twenties!

Liang Xingzhou, the head of Songfeng Martial Arts School!

Anning County has one of the few masters of the Transformation Realm, and even the county magistrate treats him with great respect!

Relying on a set of Tongbei Quan (a style of Chinese martial arts), he came from out of town and managed to open a martial arts school in Anning County, taking away the livelihood from the locals.

"Master, you're back!" Senior Brother Tang Xiang, Second Senior Brother Luo Zheng, and a group of disciples including Jiang Ting stepped forward to greet him.

Liang Xingzhou stroked his mustache with a smile:

Is Hu Yuanke there?

"Master, I'm here!"

Hu Yuan walked over from a distance, accompanied by a simply dressed young girl.

"Hello, Master Liang," Hu Yuan's sister greeted him softly.

Liang Xingzhou looked at Hu Yuan carefully and revealed a satisfied expression:

"With his regular features, he does look quite handsome in this robe."

"From now on, you will be my disciple. If you have any questions about cultivation, you can come to me directly. You will receive one tael of silver per day for your meals, and you can also receive a dose of Qi and Blood Powder every seven days."

Hu Yuan's face lit up with barely suppressed ecstasy.

To have one tael of silver per meal every day—what a luxury!

Every seven days you can also receive an extra dose of Qi and Blood Powder, and you should know that one dose of Qi and Blood Powder is worth three taels of silver!

Jiang Ting stepped forward, clasped her hands in a fist salute, and smiled:

"Congratulations, Junior Brother Hu! From now on, your career will soar to great heights, and your path in martial arts is truly promising!"

Hu Yuan suddenly drifted off into daydreams, imagining his future achievements.

Hidden strength...transformation strength, or even higher?

"Let me massage your bones," Liang Xingzhou said with a smile.

He reached out with his right hand and began to knead and rub Hu Yuan's body all over.

The strange force and pain made Hu Yuan tremble uncontrollably.

"How...how can you have inferior aptitude?!"

Even with decades of self-control, Liang Xingzhou could not suppress the astonishment on his face.

"What... Junior Brother Hu has inferior aptitude? Master, are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

Jiang Ting quickly pressed for an answer.

She's invested a lot of money in Hu Yuan!

Liang Xingzhou frowned:

"Who examined his bones?"

Lu Zhe, who had just broken through to the Dark Force realm, walked out with his hands raised:

"Master, it was I who examined Junior Brother Hu's bones. I clearly felt one superior bone and one inferior bone..."

Luo Zheng asked in surprise:

"Who is the other person?"

Lu Zhe said, "I think his name is... Qin Feng?"

Luo Zheng was deeply shocked:

"So it was him... I felt he had extraordinary comprehension from the beginning, as he mastered the Tongbei Fist in just half an hour."

A glint appeared in Liang Xingzhou's eyes: "Call Qin Feng here."

Soon, Qin Feng was brought over, holding an axe in his hand.

Qin Feng looked at the several once unreachable big shots in front of him, all staring at him with strange eyes, and felt completely confused.

"what!"

A large, broad hand climbed up his spine, then wandered over his shoulder blades and collarbone, sending waves of aches and pains through him.

Liang Xingzhou glared at Lu Zhe:

"If you weren't more careful in your work, that would be truly exceptional!"

Lu Zhe said awkwardly:

"I know I was wrong, and I will never do it again."

"What?! Superior physical constitution? Me?!" With a clang, Qin Feng dropped his axe, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The usually serious Liang Xingzhou revealed a gentle smile:

"I'm certain I've examined the bones correctly. Would you be willing to enter the inner courtyard and become my personal disciple?"

Liang Xingzhou recounted the previous treatment to Qin Feng.

"Snapped!"

Qin Feng immediately knelt down and kowtowed three times firmly:

"This disciple pays respects to Master Liang!"

Liang Xingzhou laughed heartily:

Get up.

A strange light flickered in Jiang Ting's eyes, and a charming smile appeared on her face:

"Congratulations, Junior Brother Qin, on entering the Inner Academy. I can tutor you in martial arts."

Hu Yuan, left standing to the side, turned deathly pale and knelt trembling on the ground.

His sister's lips trembled, and she couldn't speak.

But nobody cares about them anymore.

……

"Have you heard? Senior Brother Lu misjudged Hu Yuan's aptitude. It turns out Hu Yuan has inferior aptitude, while Qin Feng has superior aptitude!"

"In my three months at the museum, I have never seen anything so unbelievable!"

Li Chuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

The fates of the two men who shared the same shop with him were reversed?

"Look towards the inner courtyard, Hu Yuan is coming out!"

"Why don't you stop showing off!"

"Should!"

Li Chuan looked at Hu Yuan.

The once arrogant face has now turned into one of despair and despair.

The magnificent robe, when worn by him, no longer possessed the same charm as before.

Many people's self-confidence stems solely from their "status".

If their status were suddenly stripped away, they would be no different from ordinary people, or even worse.

Hu Yuan is a prime example.

Li Chuan shook his head, and sighed inwardly:

"Only a position earned through one's own fists is real and stable enough."

Everyone rushed forward, eager to see the fallen genius.

Li Chuan remained unmoved, simply practicing his boxing techniques and honing his stance skills repeatedly in front of the wooden stake.