You're Quite Heavy

"Old Zhu, I'll toast you too. Thanks for the meal."

Yang Chen smiled and raised his wine cup, only to be glared at by Zhu Xi. "Stop messing around. Haven't I treated you to meals before?"

Yang Chen burst into laughter, but still held his cup. "Alright, alright, I won't mess around. But I'm still toasting you with this cup. I hope you won't forget your original intentions, cultivate diligently, and steadily charge towards the Outer Sect."

"I love hearing that. Come, drink!"

The two clinked glasses. Yang Chen downed his in one gulp. Seeing this, Zhu Xi's face soured, and he dryly gulped his down.

Seeing Yang Chen refill his cup again, Zhu Xi quickly said, "Don't just focus on drinking. Eat, eat! Senior Sister Wu, Senior Sister Ji, please don't be polite with me."

"Since you've said so, we'll let you see what being impolite looks like. Junior Sister Ji, it's time to let Junior Brother Zhu know our capabilities!"

Wu Menglan rolled up her sleeves, her readiness to fight making Zhu Xi grin broadly.

Ji Ran glanced at her, a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

As the atmosphere built, the group began chatting casually.

From their conversation, Yang Chen learned quite a bit. Wu Menglan and Zhu Xi were both on duty at Medicine Garden No. 16. There were four disciples in Medicine Garden No. 16, and Zhou Tao, who had been expelled from the sect, was also one of them.

After Zhou Tao left, Ji Ran learned the news from Wu Menglan and spent 10 Spirit Crystals to ask Wu Menglan and Zhu Xi to bribe the medicine garden supervisor. Finally, she got her wish and was transferred from logging to the medicine garden.

Through these interactions, the three of them got to know each other.

It was worth mentioning that Wu Menglan's current cultivation was at the Qi Martial Ninth Level, but Ji Ran's cultivation had already broken through to the Blood Martial Realm. Having been in the sect for about a year and a half and breaking through to the Blood Martial Realm proved that she had a high chance of entering the Outer Sect.

"We have a chance to advance to the Outer Sect, but it's not a sure thing."

Wu Menglan's cheeks were flushed from drinking, but her mind was clear, and her logic was unaffected. "Unlike Junior Brother Yang, who is already at the Qi Martial Seventh Level less than half a year after joining the sect. I'm afraid it won't take you a year to reach the Blood Martial Realm. Advancing to the Outer Sect will be as easy as flipping your hand for you."

"Junior Brother Zhu is also very capable. In a few more days, he'll break through to the Qi Martial Sixth Level. I estimate you have a high chance of making it onto the rankings board this month."

The envy in her tone was unconcealed, because it was the truth. The people on last year's cultivation rankings board now had the weakest at the Blood Martial Third Level and the strongest at the Blood Martial Sixth Level, not far from the Outer Sect.

This was enough to show that those who could make it onto the rankings board had a very high chance of becoming Outer Sect disciples.

Zhu Xi had made great progress recently, which Yang Chen knew and was happy for him.

"You two senior sisters are too modest. We're less than a year apart in age, so we can be considered peers. With your talent, advancing to the Outer Sect is just around the corner."

Zhu Xi said with a smile, raising his cup again. "I'll toast you again. I hope the four of us can reunite in the Outer Sect one day!"

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

The four raised their glasses and, with great tacit understanding, downed them in one gulp. After putting down their cups, they looked at each other and smiled.

The drinking and toasting eventually ended. An hour later, the group left the restaurant together.

Wu Menglan was a bit tipsy and walked unsteadily. Seeing this, Zhu Xi asked with concern, "Senior Sister, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. It's just the wind making my head dizzy." Wu Menglan waved her hand, leaning against Ji Ran and mumbling, "Don't worry about us. We can get back on our own."

Zhu Xi glanced at Ji Ran. Seeing that her eyes were also glazed and her steps were unsteady, he suggested, "Let me give you a ride. It's a few miles back, and I'm really afraid you'll get drunk and collapse on the roadside."

"Okay, okay."

Wu Menglan didn't refuse and stumbled forward with Ji Ran. Zhu Xi lagged a few steps behind and said to Yang Chen, "Old Yang, come with me to see them off. Just in case anything happens on the way."

"Sure."

Yang Chen was in good condition at the moment, thanks to his long-term consumption of his own brewed wine, which had improved his tolerance.

On the way back, the wind was a bit strong, making everyone feel dizzy.

After walking less than two miles, Ji Ran, who was supporting Wu Menglan, couldn't hold her liquor and squatted by the roadside, vomiting.

Although Wu Menglan walked unsteadily, she wasn't blown over by the wind and just walked forward in a daze.

Zhu Xi suggested, "Old Yang, you stay and look after Junior Sister Ji. They all live in Area 4, which isn't far from where we are. I'll take Senior Sister Wu back first."

Yang Chen hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Zhu Xi left first with Wu Menglan, while Ji Ran vomited profusely, squatting on the ground for a long time without getting up.

"Senior Sister?"

Yang Chen tried calling out, but Ji Ran didn't respond.

He waited for a moment, then walked up to Ji Ran and found that she had actually fallen asleep!

Seeing this, he felt a bit helpless. After waiting a while longer, he said softly, "Senior Sister, can you still walk? I'll take you back to sleep."

Under his call, Ji Ran groggily opened her eyes and struggled to stand up. As soon as she got up, she stumbled and fell straight to the ground.

Yang Chen reacted quickly, immediately supporting her and muttering, "You didn't even drink that much, why are you so drunk?"

He wanted to help Ji Ran stand steady so she could walk on her own, but unexpectedly, she felt boneless and leaned her entire weight onto him.

This made Yang Chen troubled. He stood there, unsure whether to move or not.

"I… I can't walk…"

Ji Ran mumbled weakly, her hazy eyes looking at Yang Chen with a hint of pleading, "Carry me back, okay?"

"This isn't according to..."

Before Yang Chen could finish speaking, Ji Ran closed her eyes and passed out drunk.

Seeing this, Yang Chen was at a loss. He gritted his teeth, hoisted Ji Ran onto his back, and prepared to head towards residential area number four. He whispered, "I didn't realize you were quite heavy."

When martial artists cultivate, they improve more than just their strength. The increase in strength isn't a simple numerical representation but a leap in physical fitness. As the density of their muscles, bones, and skin continuously increases, a martial artist's weight also rises.

Take Yang Chen, for example. He weighs at least over three hundred jin now, but judging by his height and build, he looks like he weighs around a hundred and sixty jin at most.

As a Blood Martial Realm martial artist, Ji Ran, despite her slender figure and appearance of only ninety-odd jin, actually weighs more than Yang Chen, at least over four hundred jin.

Only with such physical fitness can they unleash punching forces of over ten thousand kilograms at will.

And this is merely the initial stage of martial artist cultivation. The further one progresses, the more terrifying a martial artist's physique becomes. It's said that among the Inner Sect uncles, there was one who, after getting drunk, lay down in a small mountain to rest, only to accidentally crush the entire mountain.

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