Qi Replenishing Body Nourishing Soup

As the blazing sun set, Yang Chan and the other Steward Disciples had finished their tasks. Drenched in sweat, they left together.

"Yang Chan, stay behind."

Just as Yang Chan was leaving with the others, the steward suddenly spoke.

Yang Chan froze for a moment upon hearing this. He glanced at the other Steward Disciples, equally unclear about what this was about.

Without dwelling on it, he walked over to Steward Zhao Xingyun.

Within the Medicine Hall, all the Steward Disciples were somewhat afraid of Steward Zhao Xingyun. If someone made even a minor mistake, this steward would berate them loudly. If they talked back, he might even strike them.

As Yang Chan walked over, he considered whether he had made any mistakes while doing his chores today, or whether he had offended anyone these past few days.

Yet after only a few steps, Yang Chan became certain that he had not. He simply did not know why Steward Zhao Xingyun had summoned him.

"Greetings, Steward Zhao."

"May I ask why Steward Zhao has called for this disciple?"

Yang Chan walked up beside Zhao Xingyun and asked with a bow.

This man oversaw the Medicine Hall's Steward Disciple affairs and was, in a sense, Yang Chan and the others' immediate superior.

"Yang Chan, you're in luck."

"At noon today, Hall Master Gu watched you all practice the Ox Demon Strength Fist. He saw that you practiced it the best and praised you a few times. Steward Sikong then spoke up on your behalf and sent you a bowl of Qi Replenishing Body Nourishing Soup."

"I hope that with the help of this medicinal soup, you can comprehend Raging Bull Strength within the one-month limit and become a Formal Disciple of the Qingyuan Sect."

In just a few sentences, Zhao Xingyun explained the whole matter and made clear the importance of every person involved.

Qi Replenishing Body Nourishing Soup was not particularly precious. Formal Disciples could drink a bowl every three days, but for Steward Disciples like Yang Chan, it was something they had no way of obtaining.

"This disciple thanks Hall Master Gu, Steward Sikong, and Steward Zhao for your favor."

Yang Chan understood at once and hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

Though he was surprised by this unexpected benefit, it was a good thing for him. After the Tai Chi Health Cultivation Technique had replenished his depleted qi and blood, his complexion had already become much better than everyone else's. With a bowl of Qi Replenishing Body Nourishing Soup, he could avoid some unnecessary trouble.

"Mm, not bad. You're a sensible one."

"Once you finish this bowl, go back. Do not disappoint our expectations."

Steward Zhao nodded and took out a prepared bowl of Qi Replenishing Body Nourishing Soup.

The Steward Disciples who had yet to leave wore envious expressions. Watching Yang Chan drink the Qi Replenishing Body Nourishing Soup, they could not help swallowing.

It was not because the soup tasted especially good, but because of its ability to replenish qi and nourish the body.

After drinking a bowl of Qi Replenishing Body Nourishing Soup, one could practice the Ox Demon Strength Fist several more times. Even the qi and blood depleted from the body could recover somewhat.

At the very least, there was no need to worry about dying from depleted qi and blood.

One bowl of medicine represented one life.

What made them even more envious were Steward Zhao's words. They meant Yang Chan had hope of comprehending Jing Power within a month.

At the same time, Yang Chan had already left a small impression on Hall Master Gu and Steward Sikong.

Once the bowl of Qi Replenishing Body Nourishing Soup entered his stomach, Yang Chan felt its medicinal power begin to take effect within his body. After a full day of exhaustion, he instantly felt somewhat restored. Its effects were clearly remarkable.

And this was before all of its medicinal effects had fully been unleashed.

When Yang Chan returned to the courtyard, people came over to ask him about the Ox Demon Strength Fist. Among them were Wang Sheng and the others who had dried herbs with Yang Chan, but Yang Chan brushed them off with a single sentence: he did not understand it very well himself.

At a time like this, wasting his own time to instruct others in the Ox Demon Strength Fist was simply asking for trouble.

Besides, even if he kindly guided them, they might not appreciate it.

After practicing two sets of fist techniques in the courtyard, Yang Chan returned to his room, because those Steward Disciples had been watching him practice the whole time.

He had no interest in being watched like a monkey in a cage.

"This Yang Chan is too selfish. We're all disciples about to be expelled, so why won't he guide us?"

Watching Yang Chan return to his room, Wang Sheng's face filled with indignation.

He had been worrying these past few days about being expelled from the Qingyuan Sect. Now that he saw hope in Yang Chan, he discovered that this hope had no intention of helping him.

"That's right. Yang Chan should come out and give us some guidance."

Someone nearby joined in, speaking with shared resentment.

There were also several sensible people among them, and they did not dare say anything at this time.

A few people gathered together and walked to Yang Chan's door. Before they could knock, Yang Chan had already opened it, staring coldly at them.

Though he had entered his room, he had heard their words clearly.

"Steward Zhao told me to cultivate properly. If any of you have objections, you may go find Steward Zhao or Steward Sikong."

Yang Chan did not like drawing attention, but if anyone dared bully him, he would not simply let them do as they pleased.

At the same time, he brought up Steward Zhao and the others so these people could weigh their own standing.

The moment Wang Sheng and the others heard the name Steward Zhao, they hurriedly backed away several steps, trembling and not daring to approach.

Steward Zhao's reputation among this group of Steward Disciples was formidable. They were all deeply afraid of him.

"Don't linger outside my door if you have nothing to do. Otherwise, if I misunderstand something, I may have a word with Steward Zhao."

After sweeping his gaze over the Steward Disciples, Yang Chan shut the door directly.

His attitude was forceful. At a time like this, there was no room for gentle persuasion. He had neither the time nor the need to speak nicely to these people.

Sure enough, once Yang Chan's door closed, they all retreated, afraid that Yang Chan might misunderstand.

After closing the door, Yang Chan fastened the bolt and hung a wooden box on it.

These people might not dare make a move now, but there was no guarantee that someone would not try to attack him in secret at night. As for these Steward Disciples who were about to be expelled, character was something they could be said to possess none of.

Some might even smash the cracked jar to pieces and drag him down with them.

After shutting the door, Yang Chan turned his gaze toward the panel.

At this time, the Tai Chi Health Cultivation Technique's proficiency had risen to First Stage Peeking into the Threshold, 14%, while the Ox Demon Strength Fist's proficiency had risen to Beginner, 80%. During his cultivation these past few days, he had sensed Raging Bull Strength once, though he had not fully comprehended it or cultivated it successfully. Still, that insight had greatly increased his Ox Demon Strength Fist proficiency.

Though his Potential Points had not yet reached 1 point, they had already reached 0.6. Under normal circumstances, he would still need four days, but having drunk a free bowl of Qi Replenishing Body Nourishing Soup today, he estimated that it would be somewhat faster than expected.

He only needed to wait until today had passed and the medicinal power in his body had been absorbed to see the changes in his Potential Points.

"Although drinking the Qi Replenishing Body Nourishing Soup today caused some trouble, it was ultimately still a good thing. It can also verify whether the power of medicinal soup can condense Potential Points, while giving me a perfectly reasonable opportunity to comprehend Raging Bull Strength."

Yang Chan intended for his lifespan to surpass that of True Master Zhang, the creator of Tai Chi Fist, so naturally he needed to keep a low profile. Those who kept a low profile could live longer.

But keeping a low profile did not mean being afraid of trouble. It only meant acting with greater restraint—neither being too arrogant nor offending people for no reason.