Does My Disciple Have the Talent of a Martial Prodigy?

Does My Disciple Have the Talent of a Martial Prodigy?

"What, do you want to sell this ginseng?" the Old Doctor asked.

"Not necessarily. I just want to know what it's worth, so I have an idea of its value," Lu Qing answered honestly.

The Old Doctor pondered for a moment. "Generally speaking, ginseng of this age has always been extremely sought-after. It is priceless on the market."

"Ginseng can replenish qi and blood, strengthen one's foundation and nourish one's origin. At critical moments, it can even keep someone alive and prolong their life."

"The nobles in the cities and those who practice martial arts have always flocked to such precious medicines like ducks to a pond."

"Though the roots of your old mountain ginseng have suffered slight damage, it is nothing serious and does not affect its medicinal efficacy."

"Indeed, I tested it just now. Perhaps because the place where it grew was rather unusual, this ginseng's medicinal effect is even stronger than that of ordinary Hundred-Year Ginseng."

Hearing this, Lu Qing recalled the faint red glow of his ability on the ginseng.

Perhaps that was what his master meant by unusual.

"An ordinary Centennial Wild Ginseng would sell for at least a Thousand taels of silver in those great cities."

"Yours is likely worth even more, though I cannot say exactly how much silver it would fetch."

A thousand taels of silver! Ten times the price of a Red Moon Carp! Even though Lu Qing had been prepared, his heart still thudded violently several times at that number.

"Moved by it, are you?"

Seeing the astonished look on his disciple's face, the Old Doctor smiled.

"A little," Lu Qing nodded.

Who could hear of a thousand taels of silver without being stirred?

Especially a country boy like him.

"However, although this ginseng is worth a great deal, I still advise you not to exchange it for silver." The Old Doctor's tone suddenly shifted.

"Master, why is that?" Lu Qing asked blankly.

"Didn't you want to practice martial arts? This ginseng happens to be one of the finest supplementary medicinal ingredients for a Qi Blood Realm martial artist."

"Didn't I say before that I wanted to prepare several doses of Qi Blood Nourishing Soup for you? But if used properly, this Hundred-Year Ginseng is even more effective than that soup."

"With its help, entering the Qi Blood Realm will become much easier for you."

"I'll refine it into Blood Replenishing and Qi Boosting Pills for you. Once you have gained entry into the Body Nourishing Fist, take one each day. Before long, you'll formally enter the Qi Blood Realm."

There was such a good thing?

This was truly an unexpected delight.

Lu Qing was overjoyed.

He had been worrying over how to enter the Qi Blood Realm more quickly, yet a solution had arrived so soon.

"Well, do you still want to sell this ginseng, or keep it and consume it yourself?" the Old Doctor asked.

Lu Qing did not hesitate. "Master, please help me refine it into pills!"

"Oh? Have you thought it through?" the Old Doctor looked at him.

"Yes. No matter how good silver is, it is ultimately something outside the body. It is not as important as one's own abilities," Lu Qing said.

"It is very good that you possess such awareness." The Old Doctor stroked his beard and nodded. "In this world, nothing is more important than your own abilities. Without ability, no matter how much silver you possess, it will be hard to hold on to it."

"Since you have decided, and I happen to have time these next two days, I'll refine this ginseng into Qi and Blood Replenishing Pills for you."

"Thank you, Master!" Lu Qing said happily.

"Don't celebrate too early." The Old Doctor dampened his spirits. "Even if I refine the pills, you cannot take them before gaining entry into the Body Nourishing Fist."

"Otherwise, even if you take the pills, you'll only waste their medicinal power."

Gain entry into the fist art?

Lu Qing's heart stirred. He suddenly said, "Master, after this disciple returned yesterday, I studied the fist art you taught on my own. I seem to have grasped a trace of the knack, though I don't know whether I understood it wrongly. Please give me some guidance."

"Oh? You gained insight so quickly?"

The Old Doctor was intrigued, but he did not take Lu Qing's words too seriously.

He merely thought Lu Qing had become more familiar with the moves and wanted to show off before him.

"Then demonstrate it once. Let me see exactly what you have realized."

"Yes, Master."

Lu Qing immediately assumed a stance and began demonstrating the first through ninth forms of the Body Nourishing Fist.

When Lu Qing had only begun the first form, the Old Doctor watched with a smiling face.

But once he completed the first form and moved on to the second, the Old Doctor's smile faded, replaced by a look of surprise.

For he discovered that Lu Qing's first form was not only exceptionally standard and fluid in its movements, but also carried a unique flavor within it.

As the creator of the Body Nourishing Fist, the Old Doctor naturally knew what that trace of flavor meant.

It meant that Lu Qing had not only practiced this form to great proficiency, but had even incorporated a trace of his own understanding into it.

In other words, he had truly mastered this form, and the skill had begun to settle into his body.

But how was that possible?

It had only been one night since he taught Lu Qing the fist art! How could he have trained the Body Nourishing Fist to such a level? The Old Doctor was shocked.

Yet something even more shocking was still to come.

Lu Qing continued demonstrating the Body Nourishing Fist form after form, each one connecting smoothly to the next, moving as naturally as he wished.

After completing all nine forms, he began again from the first and continued practicing.

Again and again, Lu Qing kept practicing the first through ninth forms of the Body Nourishing Fist, utterly absorbed.

Only after practicing them nine times did he slowly draw in his stance and exhale a breath of stale air. His complexion was rosy, his spirit radiant as he stood there.

As for the Old Doctor, he had long since been rooted to the spot, his face full of shock and his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Master, how was it? Did I practice anything incorrectly?" Lu Qing asked energetically.

"Nine Revolutions Returning to Origin, qi and blood lively, spirit renewed—this means the Body Nourishing Fist has already been completely mastered at the entry level."

The Old Doctor seemed not to hear Lu Qing's question, merely muttering to himself.

"Master, what is wrong?"

Seeing the Old Doctor like this, Lu Qing could not help asking.

At the same time, he felt a little worried. I only showed a little of it. I didn't scare Master, did I? "A Qing, tell me honestly!" The Old Doctor's expression suddenly turned extremely solemn, startling Lu Qing. "When you went back to practice fistwork yesterday, what did you encounter?"

"What did I encounter?" Lu Qing thought for a moment, then replied, "After I went back yesterday, I practiced fistwork in the courtyard. As I practiced, I suddenly felt countless insights surge into my mind. Without realizing it, my body began moving according to the key points of practice Master had taught me."

"By the time I came back to my senses, I felt completely at ease and full of energy. The cultivation techniques for the first through ninth forms of the Body Nourishing Fist suddenly became much clearer to me. They were no longer as obscure and difficult to understand as before."

What Lu Qing described was actually the state he entered after cultivating with his ability, except he concealed the existence of that ability.

Yet to the Old Doctor's ears, those words were no different from a thunderclap.

"An epiphany... It was actually an epiphany." The Old Doctor muttered.

The way he looked at Lu Qing was as though he were gazing at some priceless treasure.

"The disciple I accepted on a whim is actually a martial prodigy who could enter an epiphany the very first time he practiced martial arts?"