Minor Accomplishment

"Yes, Master. This disciple understands."

Qin Fang said respectfully and sincerely, "First, Master pulled this disciple back from the gates of death, then saved this disciple from crisis, and even provided a place to stay. The weight of this kindness is like a mountain... Master has already done enough for this disciple. How could this disciple dare to trouble Master further?"

Qin Fang's words made Elder Wu look at him repeatedly, waving his hands, "That's enough, that's enough... hmm, as long as you know it..."

Clearly, Qin Fang's sudden outpouring of gratitude left Elder Wu feeling a bit unaccustomed.

After saying this, he turned around, looked up and around, and then saw that more tiles had fallen from the roof. After a moment of thought, he asked, "Do you have any family members still alive?"

Qin Fang shook his head, "I don't know. During the flight, there was a large-scale conflict between refugees. This disciple was injured and fell unconscious during the chaos. After waking up, I was separated from my family. Now... I don't even know if they are alive or dead."

Elder Wu instinctively turned his head to look at him, and after a moment of silence, said, "Good people have their own heaven-sent luck. Don't worry too much; just focus on surviving well for now, and we can discuss the rest later."

"Yes."

After another brief silence, Elder Wu suddenly asked, "Hmm... where is your identity token?"

Qin Fang was stunned for a moment, then took the identity token from his robes and respectfully handed it to Elder Wu.

Elder Wu took it, examined it, and tucked it into his sleeve, "I will handle the matter of your identity registration. You just focus on recuperating here... hmm, now, you can start eating some meat."

The supplies Elder Wu brought earlier did not include meat—not because he was stingy, but because Qin Fang was not yet able to handle such greasy food.

Months of starvation had left his stomach incredibly fragile. Having just recovered from a major injury, his body was at its weakest; if he had been fed anything heavy in oil back then, it would only have increased the burden on his body and potentially caused a total collapse.

He had to be nourished with light food first, allowing his body to regulate itself and recover slowly.

Now that he had recovered sufficiently, it was naturally time to start eating some meat to slowly build his strength back up.

Hearing the word "meat," Qin Fang instinctively looked at the pork piled to the side, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.

"Hmm, that's all for now. You focus on resting. Don't eat too much of this meat at first; just a little bit each time, and slowly return to a normal amount... I'm leaving now, I'll come back in a couple of days."

After Elder Wu finished speaking, he stood up and walked toward the courtyard gate.

Qin Fang hurriedly saw him to the gate, until Elder Wu gestured for him to go back inside, then turned and walked away slowly with his hands behind his back.

After seeing Elder Wu off, Qin Fang closed the courtyard gate and let out a long breath.

His eyes flickered.

Becoming Elder Wu's disciple was something he had never expected.

But there was no doubt... for him right now, becoming Elder Wu's disciple was entirely beneficial and carried no downsides.

However, he had to admit... this apprenticeship was driven largely by utilitarian motives.

Elder Wu held a transcendent position in True Martial and possessed vast connections. Having such a backer was clearly the best possible outcome for him.

However...

Utility was utility.

But the gratitude was also real.

Elder Wu had already done enough for him, and he naturally had to keep this debt of kindness in mind.

It was just that, for the moment, he truly couldn't help Elder Wu with anything, so he could only keep it in his heart and repay it in the future.

Then, unable to hold back any longer, he grabbed the half-side of pork and ran into the kitchen.

He hadn't eaten meat for too long; he was already impatient.

The supplies Elder Wu brought earlier included salt and other seasonings, so Qin Fang quickly started a fire and boiled water.

He knew his current body couldn't handle anything too greasy, so he only cut off a small portion.

The meat Elder Wu brought was mostly pork belly, so he prepared to make a small bowl of braised pork.

Elder Wu had also bought some aromatics like green onions and ginger, which were just enough to use.

And so...

An hour later, a fragrant, glistening bowl of braised pork was ready.

His staple food was a steamer of cornmeal buns.

Qin Fang's mouth watered uncontrollably. Unable to wait any longer, he picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into his mouth...

The braised pork was braised until soft and tender. One bite, and his mouth was filled with oil, yet it was rich without being greasy.

An unprecedented sense of satisfaction flooded his heart.

Qin Fang couldn't even help but moan...

It hadn't been easy!

The first bite of meat in this life!

He ate three large chunks in a row before starting on the staple food.

In the end, he polished off the small bowl of braised pork completely.

And then...

Qin Fang was stuffed.

He sat on the courtyard steps, half-leaning against them...

Having grease in his belly made a world of difference.

This time, he truly felt "full," unlike before when he relied on grass to fill his stomach, which provided almost no energy.

His entire body felt warm and cozy.

A sense of "satisfaction" washed over him.

After sitting for a short while, Qin Fang exhaled softly and stood up.

"Eating meat really makes me feel much stronger. Since that's the case... today I will cultivate 'Hidden Weapon' to 'Minor Achievement'."

Qin Fang retrieved his throwing darts and began his training for the day.

Swish, swish, swish!

Thud, thud, thud!

He was gradually adapting to the intense focus required for cultivation, and slowly, the numbers on the panel began to flicker and increase...

Hidden Weapon (Throwing Darts) (Entry): 488/500

Hidden Weapon (Throwing Darts) (Entry): 489/500

Steady progress.

Before he knew it, the afternoon had passed.

The text on the panel had reached "499."

Just a little more, and he would break through "Entry" to reach "Minor Achievement"!

Qin Fang glanced at it, a ripple of anticipation rising in his heart.

But he quickly returned to his full concentration.

Swish, swish, swish...

He didn't know how many more times he had thrown.

The text on the panel suddenly jumped from 499.

It changed to...

1.

Hidden Weapon (Throwing Darts) (Minor Achievement): 1/1000

The next moment, Qin Fang's consciousness drifted slightly, and then, a sudden flash of insight surged into his mind.

The technique for throwing darts wasn't limited to just one way; they could be launched in different ways depending on the situation.

As for aiming, it was an indescribable feeling, not just relying on the eyes... aiming with the eyes was prone to error.

The different ways of gripping the dart also affected the force of the launch to a certain extent... some postures allowed the dart to be thrown with greater force and speed...

This series of thoughts flashed through his mind in the blink of an eye.

It left him stunned on the spot.

It took him quite a while to recover.

Then, he stared intently at the target five meters away.

The next moment, he gripped a dart in his right hand. Without any large movements, he flicked his wrist while his middle finger suddenly exerted force to snap!

If it were just a simple "snap" using only the middle finger, the force would undoubtedly be very weak.

However, he had added a wrist-turning and snapping motion to the process.

In this way, it wasn't just the strength of his finger... the power of his entire arm was naturally concentrated and then applied to the dart.

In an instant, the dart flew out.

Swish!

Thud!

The dart was firmly embedded in the bullseye.

And this method of launching was undoubtedly far more covert than before!

Hidden weapons, hidden weapons...

Why are they called "hidden weapons" and not "open weapons"?

A sharp glint appeared in Qin Fang's eyes.