Bone Dissolving Water, Monster Beast Meat

As dawn broke, Wang Yuan rose as usual, changed into clean training clothes, greeted his family as if nothing were out of the ordinary, and headed to Panshi Fist Academy.

Training, eating, everything was as usual.

He immersed himself in the cultivation of Panshi Fist, striving to familiarize himself with the newfound strength and the use of Blood Essence, as if nothing had happened last night.

During a break.

Senior Disciple Brother Shi Long's burly figure sidled over, mysteriously slinging an arm around Wang Yuan's shoulders and pulling him behind an ancient pine tree in a corner of the yard.

"Junior Disciple Brother."

Shi Long lowered his booming voice, his ox-like eyes flashing with a "I understand you" kind of light.

"Did you hear? That punk Song San from the Black Tiger Gang, someone butchered him last night!"

"In a small alley over on the west side, the way he died was horrific, his sternum completely crushed, his spine snapped!"

Wang Yuan's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged.

He even managed to display a hint of curiosity, following up on Shi Long's words:

"Oh? Who killed him?"

Seeing Wang Yuan's composed demeanor, which suggested "it has nothing to do with me," Shi Long couldn't help but purse his lips.

He lightly poked Wang Yuan's chest with a thick finger and said in a muffled voice:

"Hey, still playing dumb with your Senior Disciple Brother?"

"You kid, your methods were dark and swift enough, but your cleanup skills are still too green!"

The feigned curiosity on Wang Yuan's face instantly froze, revealing a trace of embarrassment at being exposed.

He truly hadn't considered the issue of disposing of the body, or rather...

Given the chaotic state of Gaoye City as he saw it, he thought killing someone was just that, killing someone, and hadn't considered the aftermath at all.

There were no cameras in the alley, who would know who the killer was?

Seeing his junior disciple's somewhat sheepish expression, Shi Long chuckled and pulled a small, inconspicuous black porcelain bottle from his robes, pressing it into Wang Yuan's hand.

He lowered his voice, with a tone of imparting "experience":

"Here, take this. Keep it safe, don't let anyone see it."

Wang Yuan took the porcelain bottle, which felt cool to the touch, and looked at Shi Long in confusion.

"This is called 'Bone Dissolving Water,' it's a real treasure!"

Shi Long winked, his voice even lower.

"Don't let the small bottle fool you, it's extremely corrosive."

"A few drops, and it doesn't matter if they have skin of bronze or bones of iron, it'll dissolve them completely, leaving not even a speck of bone residue. Truly, it vanishes like water."

Wang Yuan was startled at first, then a look of pleasant surprise appeared in his eyes.

This was a must-have item for killing, robbing, and destroying evidence!

With this, his future actions would indeed be much less troublesome.

But he looked up at Shi Long's square face, full of thick flesh and a seemingly honest and simple appearance.

Then he thought of the practiced and natural way Shi Long had produced the Bone Dissolving Water, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily. He inwardly grumbled:

Senior Disciple Brother... you look so upright and righteous with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, I never expected... you'd actually carry this kind of thing around?

Shi Long seemed to notice the odd look in Wang Yuan's eyes, blushed, coughed twice, patted Wang Yuan's shoulder, and said earnestly:

"Ahem... Junior Disciple Brother, the martial world is treacherous. It's good to be prepared for some things!"

"I'm doing this for your own good, Senior Disciple Brother."

"Remember, next time... well, try not to leave a whole body, it's troublesome!"

Wang Yuan gripped the small porcelain bottle in his hand, feeling its cool touch, and nodded solemnly:

"Thank you, Senior Disciple Brother. I understand."

At this moment, he gained a deeper understanding of the cruelty and survival rules of this world.

The sun climbed higher, nearing noon.

Wang Yuan had just finished a set of Panshi Fist, his body steaming with heat. The newly formed Blood Essence flowed vibrantly within him, washing away the last vestiges of fatigue and strangeness from last night.

"At this pace, I might be able to attempt the first Blood Change in less than half a month."

Wang Yuan finished his stance and was about to head to the dining area in the front courtyard for lunch like the other disciples.

Just then, a faint, pleasant aroma wafted from behind him.

Second Senior Sister Zheng Ying had, at some unknown time, quietly appeared behind him and gently patted his shoulder.

"Junior Disciple Brother."

Zheng Ying's voice was still cool, but with a hint of undetectable warmth.

"Come with me."

Wang Yuan was slightly taken aback, but he immediately nodded.

"Yes, Second Senior Sister."

Zheng Ying didn't say much more and turned to lead the way, but her direction wasn't towards the noisy dining hall in the front courtyard.

Instead, she headed towards a more secluded side room on the other side of the inner courtyard.

Pushing open the door, they entered a small hall that was simply yet elegantly furnished, with a rosewood round table in the center.

Several dishes were already laid out on the table, a stark contrast to the rough style of the large-pot meals outside.

The dishes weren't numerous, but they were clearly more refined.

However, what caught Wang Yuan's eye the most was the large plate of dark red, steaming meat in the middle of the table.

The texture of the meat was extremely fine, with a faint sheen that differed from ordinary livestock.

Even from a distance, a unique, slightly wild aroma could be smelled.

It made one's mouth water, and the Blood Essence within his body seemed to stir with excitement.

"This is... Monster Beast Meat?"

Wang Yuan's heart stirred, and he immediately guessed the origin of the meat.

He remembered his master, Zheng Shan, saying that for a martial artist's cultivation, especially in the stage of strengthening Blood Essence, medicinal herbs and monster beast meat were indispensable for nourishment.

Zheng Ying gestured for Wang Yuan to sit down, then sat opposite him. Picking up her chopsticks, she explained in a calm tone:

"Yes, it's the hind leg meat of a first-tier monster beast, the 'Ironhide Boar,' which is most effective for nourishing Blood Essence."

"You have already nurtured Blood Essence and officially stepped onto the threshold of the martial path. Ordinary meals no longer provide enough energy to keep up with your consumption."

"From today onwards, you will eat here. This is the treatment a True Disciple deserves."

She paused, glanced at Wang Yuan, and added:

"My father specifically instructed this."

Wang Yuan understood. This was what they called "special treatment."

Panshi Fist Academy had limited resources, so they naturally inclined towards the True Disciples with the greatest potential.

This monster beast meat was something that ordinary Beginner disciples might not even get a few slices of in a month, yet he would be able to enjoy it daily.

"Thank you, Master. Thank you, Second Senior Sister."

Wang Yuan didn't refuse out of politeness. For martial arts cultivation, resources were crucial.

After thanking them, he picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of monster beast meat, and put it in his mouth.

The meat was extremely firm and chewy, requiring some effort to chew.

But with every bite, a warm, pure energy melted in his mouth, sliding down his throat into his stomach.

Immediately, a surge of heat, several times stronger than when he drank Nourishing Origin Soup or ate ordinary braised meat, erupted. It was like a gentle stream, quickly flowing to every limb and bone, finally converging into the black bead-like mark on his chest!

[Energy Absorption in Progress... Current Energy: (3.85/100)]

Just with this one piece of meat, his energy progress visibly increased by a small margin.

It was far more efficient than eating so much ordinary food before!

Wang Yuan rejoiced inwardly but kept a calm expression, only slightly increasing his eating speed.

He devoured the plate of monster beast meat, which was quite a generous portion, along with the other side dishes and rice, in a whirlwind.

Feeling the surging energy and the warm Blood Essence within him.

He felt invigorated, and his motivation for practicing punches that afternoon grew even stronger.

Zheng Ying ate little, mostly watching Wang Yuan eat ravenously. Seeing him finish, she spoke calmly:

"Monster beast meat has potent energy. You must move around after eating to digest it; do not sit still immediately."

"Your cultivation this afternoon must be even more focused."

"Yes, Second Senior Sister. I understand."

Wang Yuan replied respectfully.

This special treatment not only provided valuable cultivation resources but also symbolized his status and the expectations of the sect.