Master

His sudden enlightenment had indeed allowed him to naturally master more techniques.

It felt as if he were a seasoned master who had immersed himself in hidden weapons for years, exploring more effective techniques after realizing he had hit a bottleneck.

A subtler flick of the wrist to throw a dart... a downward-to-upward swing... a chopping strike powered by a sideways swing... left-handed darts... backhanded darts...

Before, he had simply held a flying dart and thrown it.

Now, more techniques came to him naturally.

He began trying them one by one.

The effect of sudden enlightenment was that it allowed him to master these techniques naturally.

But there was clearly still a long way to go between mastering them and becoming proficient.

More training methods even came to him naturally.

For instance, one target was too few. He could set up several targets in different areas, near or far, large or small... then use different throwing methods to attack different targets.

A combination of exercises like that would naturally be far more effective than practicing on a stationary target.

He could even move around while doing it... training his accuracy while on the move.

A more advanced variation would be to hit moving targets. For example, he could toss a block of wood into the air and hit it with a flying dart as it fell...

All sorts of different training methods came to mind one by one.

That showed just how powerful sudden enlightenment was.

Qin Fang marveled at it.

And this was only from the Initiation Stage to the Minor Accomplishment Stage.

What would happen when he reached the Great Accomplishment Stage?... What else would he gain?

Qin Fang couldn't help letting his imagination run wild.

He looked at the panel. Both his dagger skill and hidden weapons (flying darts) had now reached the Minor Accomplishment Stage.

He hadn't practiced with a dagger in a long time... after all, he didn't even have one.

"Elder Wu asked me today if I wanted to practice martial arts. He must know martial arts himself... I wonder when he'll pass them on to me..."

Qin Fang's thoughts instinctively turned to martial arts.

After all, both the dagger and the hidden weapons were things he had figured out on his own.

Martial arts in this world were clearly not so simple.

He was eager to see how his cheat would perform when he encountered this world's true martial arts...

Before he knew it, night was falling.

Eating meat really made a difference. Today, he didn't feel ravenously hungry like before. Instead, his stomach felt comfortably full.

"Sure enough, I have to eat meat to get my body back in shape."

His stamina had also clearly been much better today than yesterday... yesterday, he would have stopped to rest countless times by now.

Today, although he had still exhausted himself several times and both arms were sore and limp... he was clearly doing better than before.

The effects of eating meat were immediate!

So...

Although Elder Wu had told him to recover as slowly as possible,

that evening, he couldn't resist making himself another small bowl of braised pork. He ate until grease shone around his mouth...

And then he had a miserable night.

He made several trips to the latrine.

...He had the runs.

After many days of his body naturally adjusting, his stomach had recovered quite a bit.

But it had been so long since he'd eaten anything rich in oil that the burden was too much.

By the time his legs had gone weak from all the trips, Qin Fang was filled with deep gratitude toward Elder Wu...

His master really did think ahead!

"If he'd given me meat on the first day, I would've shit myself to death..."

Qin Fang shuddered at the thought.

Fortunately, his injuries had healed. He was simply weak now, and although the diarrhea was bad, it wasn't life-threatening.

But if this had happened before his injuries healed... he might really have died.

Dying from the runs...

If that happened, he would be the first transmigrator to die that way... How mortifying.

Early the next morning, Qin Fang made breakfast first... After spending the whole night on the toilet, he behaved himself today. He diced a little meat and ate it with sorghum porridge, not daring to try anything reckless again.

Then, in the courtyard, he began setting up the "target range" according to the plan he'd come up with the day before.

He planned to place a dozen or so targets around the courtyard, then stand in the very center and try to hit them as quickly as possible, seeing how long it took.

Since he only had four flying darts, he would also need to move around during the exercise, recovering them as he went and attacking again...

That way, he would have targets both near and far.

The targets would be different, too. Some would hang from the eaves, some would stand on the ground, and some would be wedged into cracks in the walls...

"Then I won't just be practicing with flying darts; my body will have to move, too, so that'll count as exercise..."

Now that he was eating meat, his body would start recovering, and he would naturally need to start moving around.

Once he had recovered a little more, he planned to start doing sit-ups, push-ups, and all the rest.

As he was making the targets, someone knocked on the courtyard gate. Qin Fang froze for a moment, then went over to take a look...

Elder Wu stood outside with a group of people.

Qin Fang was startled, but he still opened the gate.

"Master."

He greeted him respectfully.

Elder Wu nodded, then called to the people behind him, "It's here. Come on in."

While Qin Fang looked on in confusion, at least five or six people followed Elder Wu inside.

They all carried various tools, and a handcart was parked outside with all sorts of household items piled on it.

"Master?"

Qin Fang was stunned.

Elder Wu waved a hand. "No one's lived here for a long time, so the place is rather run-down. Let's fix it up a little..."

The workers were masons and carpenters.

There were tables, chairs, stools, and other household items on the handcart.

There was no doubt about it: yesterday, Elder Wu had seen another roof tile fall, and now that Qin Fang had become his disciple, he had brought people to make repairs.

Qin Fang's heart gave a hard thump.

...The old man had said he was only taking him on as a nominal disciple, and that he wasn't taking disciples just to invite trouble.

But yesterday, he had taken Qin Fang's Identity Plate and volunteered to help him remain in True Martial.

Today, he even remembered a little thing like fixing up his house.

Qin Fang stood there, dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

Elder Wu didn't even look at him. He directed the masons and carpenters as they got to work.

Before long, the courtyard rang with clanging and banging as they set to work with brisk, practiced movements.

They lifted the roof tiles and laid down new ones.

They removed some of the broken doorframes and replaced them with new ones.

They even took the opportunity to clean the main room and carry in the tables and chairs that were obviously brand-new...

They even went into the bedroom, which Qin Fang hadn't entered before, cleared out the junk piled inside, and began banging away as they installed a bed.

"Master..."

Qin Fang called softly to Elder Wu.

Elder Wu turned around, then frowned. "Why are you acting like a little child? Since I've taken you on, even if it's only as a nominal disciple for the time being, I'll naturally do what a master ought to do. Making sure my disciple has a place to live is a master's proper responsibility. You'll have plenty of time to repay me in the future... All right, all right, don't just stand there. If you know how to cook, go make something. We're eating here today."

Warmth filled Qin Fang's heart. He took a deep breath. "All right!"

The work outside continued in a flurry of activity as Qin Fang went into the kitchen and got busy.