Every day: martial arts practice, meals, sleep...
Before he knew it, a month had flown by.
Sitting cross-legged on the communal bed, Aaron swept his gaze over the status panel:
[Name: Fang Yu (Aaron)] [Talent: Immortality] [Age: 19] [Realm: Moves] [Martial Art: Flowing Sand Palm (Beginner)] [Skills: Fishing (Proficient), Incomplete Sea-Gathering Art (Beginner)]
"So this body of mine really isn't some martial arts genius... After a whole month, the panel has only just recorded the Flowing Sand Palm..."
Thinking of how Senior Brother Ding Shan's initial admiration had gradually turned into disappointment, Aaron could not help but smile bitterly.
His comprehension and memory were exceptional, but his talent for martial arts truly seemed rather ordinary.
"And... this status panel really does adjust itself according to my own understanding."
Aaron closed his eyes and began recalling every detail of the Flowing Sand Palm.
'This martial art is essentially a fairly decent unarmed fighting technique from my previous life... The other moves are one thing, but what truly matters is the "Flowing Sand Intent," as well as that breakthrough method for controlling one's qi and blood and refining it into Bright Force!'
'That's what the ten taels of silver bought!'
Aaron vaguely had a premonition.
By the end of the two-month period, he probably would not even be able to sense his qi and blood, much less refine it into force.
'Generally speaking, out of ten ordinary people, perhaps one or two can control their qi and blood within two months... So I'm merely of average talent?'
'What a pity... The martial hall only lets us study for two months. After that, we have to pay more tuition... And I have no money...'
In truth, practicing martial arts was