With that arrow, his proficiency rose significantly.
Chen Sanshi was thoroughly satisfied.
If he ran into an opponent like Song Lao Wu again, why would he need to drag things into a battle of endurance? One arrow would kill him.
It was worth every tael of the fifty silver.
He took his leave and went to the pharmacy to buy medicine.
As his realm rose, his need for restorative medicine grew ever greater.
Every stage of martial training had its corresponding Medicinal Materials.
Thus, Blood Replenishing Soup was of no help whatsoever for bone forging, while Essence Replenishing Soup had greatly diminished effects. There was Bone Nurturing Soup specially made for it. Each batch originally cost ninety-eight taels of silver, more than twice the price of Essence Replenishing Soup.
Even bought in the Military Camp, it still cost fifty taels of silver.
There were also even pricier Medicinal Baths. Two baths cost a hundred taels of silver.
Chen Sanshi had originally thought that with more than two hundred taels saved up, he counted as a man of means. Now it seemed he was still a pauper.
These Medicinal Materials were so expensive partly because they truly were scarce, often requiring decades of cultivation.
On the other hand...
Martial training was a path across the divide of class.
If the poor could all turn their lives around so easily, what would the lords do? There were only so many resources in the world to enjoy. How could they possibly hand them over to those beneath them so readily?
It was not impossible for the poor to rise, but they often had to pay a price a hundred or a thousand times greater.
Playing the grandson at martial halls, risking their lives in the army—none of it was anything but hardship at