Master

The epiphany had indeed allowed him to naturally master more techniques.

It felt like an "old master" who had been immersed in the way of "hidden weapons" for many years, finally groping for more effective "techniques" after sensing a "bottleneck."

More concealed wrist-flick darts... upward-swinging darts... side-flick chopping strikes... left-handed darts... backhand darts...

Previously, his dart throwing was just holding the dart and tossing it out.

Now, more techniques appeared naturally.

He began to try them one by one.

The effect of the epiphany was that it allowed him to master these techniques instinctively.

But there was clearly a long way to go between mastery and proficiency.

In fact, more training methods even appeared in his mind naturally.

For instance, a single target was far too few; he could set up multiple targets, placed in different areas, whether far or near, large or small... and then attack different targets using various firing methods.

A set of combination exercises like this would naturally yield training results far greater than hitting a fixed target.

He could even move during the process... to train his accuracy while in motion.

For an even more advanced approach, he could hit moving targets, such as tossing a wooden block and striking it with a dart while it fell through the air...

Different training methods all surfaced one by one.

The power of the epiphany was evident.

Qin Fang marveled.

And this was only from entry-level to minor accomplishment.

What if it reached great accomplishment?... What else would there be?

Qin Fang couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

He looked at his panel; both "Dagger" and "Hidden Weapon (Dart)" had reached minor accomplishment.

He hadn't practiced with a dagger for a long time... after all, he didn't have one on hand.

"Elder Wu asked me today if I wanted to practice martial arts, which means he must know martial arts... I wonder when he will teach me..."

Qin Fang subconsciously thought about practicing martial arts.

Because whether it was "Dagger" or "Hidden Weapon," they were things he had figured out on his own.

And the martial arts of this world were clearly not such simple things.

He was very much looking forward to seeing how his golden finger would perform once it encountered the true martial arts of this world...

Before he knew it, the sky was turning dark.

Eating meat was indeed different; today, he didn't have that ravenous feeling from the past, but instead felt quite satisfied in his stomach.

"Sure enough, one must eat meat to nourish the body back to health."

Even his physical strength today was clearly much better than yesterday... if it were yesterday, he would have rested countless times by now.

But today, although he had been exhausted many times and his arms were sore... he was clearly stronger than before.

The effect of eating meat was truly immediate!

So...

Although Elder Wu had instructed him to recover as slowly as possible.

In the evening, he couldn't resist and made another small bowl of braised pork, eating until his mouth was glistening with oil...

And then, he suffered for it at night.

He ran to the latrine several times.

...He had the runs.

Although his stomach had recovered quite a bit after days of natural adjustment, it had been too long since he had seen heavy, oily food, and the burden was too great.

After his legs went weak from the diarrhea, a deep sense of gratitude for Elder Wu welled up in Qin Fang's heart...

The master was truly far-sighted!

"If he had given me meat on the first day, I would have died just from the diarrhea..."

Qin Fang was shocked.

Fortunately, his injuries had healed, and now he was just physically weak; although the diarrhea was severe, it wasn't life-threatening.

But if this had happened while his injuries were still unhealed... he likely would have perished.

Dying from diarrhea...

If that were the case, he would have set a precedent for the death of a transmigrator... that would be so embarrassing.

Early the next morning, Qin Fang first made breakfast. After suffering from diarrhea all night, he was well-behaved today; he chopped up some diced meat and ate it with sorghum porridge, not daring to act recklessly again.

Then, he began to set up a "shooting range" in the courtyard according to the plan he had conceived yesterday.

He intended to place about a dozen targets all around the courtyard, then stand in the very center and try to attack these targets at the fastest speed possible to see how much time it would take.

Since he only had four throwing darts, he would also need to move around during the process, retrieving them while attacking.

In this way, he would have both near and far targets.

The targets were set up differently as well; some were hung from the eaves, some stood on the ground, and some were inserted into the cracks in the walls.

This way, not only will I get practice with the darts, but my body will also be forced to move, which counts as physical exercise.

He had started eating meat, and as his body began to recover, it was only natural to start getting active.

Once his body recovered a bit more, he planned to start doing sit-ups, push-ups, and everything else.

Just as he was making the targets, the courtyard gate was knocked, and Qin Fang paused in surprise before walking over to take a look.

Elder Wu appeared outside with a group of people.

Qin Fang was stunned for a moment, but he still opened the gate.

"Master."

He greeted him respectfully.

Elder Wu nodded and then beckoned to those behind him: "This is the place, come in."

Under Qin Fang's puzzled gaze, at least five or six people followed Elder Wu inside.

They were carrying various tools in their hands, and there were flatbed carts parked outside loaded with many household items.

"Master?"

Qin Fang was dumbfounded.

Elder Wu waved his hand and said: "No one has lived here for too long, after all, and the environment is a bit too dilapidated. Let's tidy it up a bit..."

These people were masons and carpenters.

On the flatbed carts were also household items like tables, chairs, and benches.

There was no doubt that after Elder Wu saw the roof tiles falling off yesterday and Qin Fang becoming his disciple, he had brought people over to renovate the place.

Qin Fang's heart was shaken violently.

...This little old man said he was only taking a nominal disciple, and even claimed that he didn't take on apprentices to look for trouble for himself.

But yesterday, he had already taken Qin Fang's identification papers and proactively taken on the major task of helping him stay in True Martial.

Today, he even remembered a trivial matter like repairing the house.

Qin Fang stood there blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Elder Wu didn't even look at him, instead directing the masons to start working.

Before long, the courtyard was filled with the sounds of clattering and banging as they began to work with nimble hands and feet.

The tiles on the roof were removed and replaced with new ones.

Some broken door frames were dismantled and replaced with new ones.

They also took the initiative to clean the main room and moved in the tables and chairs that had clearly been newly purchased.

They even cleared out the junk piled up in the bedroom, which Qin Fang hadn't even entered before, and people began clattering away as they installed a bed inside.

"Master..."

Qin Fang called out to Elder Wu in a low voice.

Elder Wu turned his head and frowned: "Why act like such a child? Since I have accepted you, even if it is only temporarily as a nominal disciple, I will naturally do what I ought to do. Ensuring a disciple has a place to live is a master's bounden duty. The days for you to repay me are still ahead... Alright, alright, stop standing there. If you know how to cook, go cook; we're eating here today."

Qin Fang felt a warmth in his heart, then took a deep breath: "Yes!"

With everyone busy outside, Qin Fang also went into the kitchen and began to work.