Practice a Punch a Hundred Times, Its Meaning Will Become Clear. Innate Drug-Consuming Saint Body?

Boom!

Jiang Wangzu set his stance and began performing the Black Tiger Fist.

His figure was lithe and powerful, like a tiger leaping through mountain forests, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, its momentum unstoppable!

"Roar!"

Jiang Wangzu let out an enraged roar, like the thunderous cry of tigers and leopards exploding, like a fierce tiger's bellow, overawing a hundred beasts!

At that moment, he was like a man-shaped black tiger, his domineering aura laid bare.

"That shout really was full of momentum!"

"And the fist technique he performed was extremely standard. Every single round was very standard, and each round was more standard than the last, each round showing more improvement than the last."

"That's a little too terrifying!"

Although the Little Medical Immortal, Yan Ruyu, was not a martial artist, she had dabbled in some martial cultivation.

And she was a medical cultivator. When it came to the structure of the human body, the circulation and changes of the extraordinary meridians and eight vessels, the movement of Blood Qi, and so on, she might have been even more proficient than martial artists themselves.

She could tell that Jiang Wangzu's martial foundation was not solid. His stance work was an utter mess, and his fist technique was also very ordinary—at most, it was only at the entry level.

But he improved with every round, as if he could only advance and never regress.

Not only that, his fists were heavy and powerful. Judging from the sound of them cutting through the air, he was probably even stronger than a martial artist at minor achievement in Strength Training.

Yet he was clearly someone who took shortcuts.

He wanted to practice stance work and Strength Training at the same time.

It was not that this could not be done, but no master of any martial sect would let a disciple train like this.

Because usually, it pleased neither end, and in the end one achieved nothing—or even trained oneself into ruin.

But if Jiang Wangzu could truly ensure that he grew stronger with every round, then perhaps he really could succeed!

Moreover, his physical foundation was simply too good. His blood was vigorous, his yang energy abundant, and his ability to absorb medicinal effects was astonishing.

Perhaps this was the one-in-ten-thousand Pure Yang Body recorded in ancient texts!

"Practice a fist technique a hundred times, and its meaning will reveal itself!"

After Jiang Wangzu had practiced the Black Tiger Fist a full one hundred times, his whole body looked as though it had been washed in water.

Plumes of white vapor rose from the top of his head, one after another.

He panted heavily, but his eyes were filled with joy.

This Black Tiger Powder secret medicine was truly overbearing. One dose of secret medicine was worth a hundred days of bitter cultivation!

Within ten days, he would definitely grind the Black Tiger Fist to minor achievement!

"Doctor Yan, thank you!"

Jiang Wangzu cupped his fist and bowed to Yan Ruyu, speaking with great sincerity.

"Tch!"

"You're thanking me with empty words and bare teeth?"

"Not a bit of sincerity."

Yan Ruyu smiled faintly and teased him.

"Then how would Doctor Yan like me to thank you?"

"As long as I can do it, I'll definitely satisfy you."

Jiang Wangzu was in an excellent mood and spoke with great boldness.

"To help you prepare and decoct the medicine, I didn't even eat dinner."

"I want Osmanthus Cake from Liu's Shop in the south of the city. If you want to thank me, bring me two pieces tomorrow."

"Let me examine your body and see how well you absorbed the medicinal effects!"

Yan Ruyu walked up to Jiang Wangzu, then lifted his arm and checked his pulse.

Then she took out several silver needles and inserted them into a few major acupoints on Jiang Wangzu's body.

With this examination, even Yan Ruyu was shocked.

The medicinal effect had actually all been absorbed by Jiang Wangzu, without even any residual medicinal power left?

What kind of constitution was this?

Wasn't this the Innate Drug-Consuming Saint Body?

But one must not think this was a derogatory term.

Martial arts and secret medicines were inseparable. No one who stood at the absolute peak of martial arts could do without the aid of secret medicines.

Secret medicines could make up for the body's deficits, strengthen the physique, and make the body grow increasingly powerful.

If one only bitterly trained in martial arts without secret medicines to replenish the energy consumed within the body, sooner or later one would train oneself to death.

But there was a limit to a person's ability and speed when absorbing secret medicines.

So even if a martial artist possessed a vast sea of martial cultivation resources and an unlimited supply of secret medicines, he still would not dare take them every day.

All medicine carried three parts poison; secret medicines were even more ferociously toxic!

Yet Jiang Wangzu's body was extremely unusual. A domineering secret medicine like Black Tiger Powder had been completely absorbed by him in less than two hours.

He really could take one dose of Black Tiger Powder every day.

In that case, his martial realm was bound to advance by leaps and bounds.

Perhaps ten days of his drug-fueled cultivation could match several years of bitter training by others.

As long as he had enough wealth, one dose of Black Tiger Powder a day might allow him to reach major accomplishment in Strength Training, or even perfect completion in Strength Training, in an extremely short time!

Yan Ruyu seemed to see a new star of the martial path rising slowly into the sky!

"How is it?"

Although Jiang Wangzu was very confident in his own body, he still asked aloud.

He lowered his head, and happened to meet Yan Ruyu's eyes when she was less than half a step away from him.

The two of them seemed to be struck by electricity.

Yan Ruyu even took the initiative to step back, her face slightly red as she said in a low voice, "Your body is very special. It absorbs the secret medicine very well. You can absolutely withstand one dose of secret medicine a day. Remember my Osmanthus Cake tomorrow!"

"It's getting late. I... I'll go home first!"

"I'll walk you back. It isn't safe after dark!"

Jiang Wangzu took the initiative to say it.

Although he admitted that he wanted to pick up girls, what he said was not false either.

The current Shen City really was very unsafe.

Especially Shen City at night—it was simply a paradise of sin.

Although this was more obvious in the Lower District, the Upper District might not be all that safe either.

"Mm-hm."

Yan Ruyu did not refuse Jiang Wangzu's suggestion either.

Although she felt that her true strength might not necessarily be weaker than Jiang Wangzu's.

Besides, she was a medical cultivator. A healer could save people, but could also kill people.

And medicine and poison came from the same family; if someone wanted to kill her, it was actually not easy.

But who could refuse the goodwill of a Succubus whose looks surpassed Yanzu?

Jiang Wangzu has the Pure Yang Body, which just happens to be able to resolve Sister Han's Three Yin Severed Pulse condition.

I should have been trying to bring the two of them together.

But I don't know why—why do I suddenly feel a little reluctant to let him go?

Yan Ruyu thought in her heart.

Benevolent World Hall had special assistants responsible for taking shifts and watching the shop.

After Jiang Wangzu and Yan Ruyu left the rear courtyard of Benevolent World Hall, they headed straight for the Upper District.

As the owner behind Benevolent World Hall, and with three generations of famous doctors presiding over the family, the Yan Family had naturally accumulated no small amount of wealth.

So Yan Ruyu lived in the Yan Family Mansion in the Upper District.

Although the Yan Family Mansion did not occupy a particularly large area, it was still around three hundred square meters.

The main building was a three-story Chinese-style house with blue-brick walls.

There were also two extremely imposing stone lions placed at the entrance.

"I... I'm home."

Yan Ruyu glanced at Jiang Wangzu, then said aloud.

"I should head back too."

Jiang Wangzu naturally would not extravagantly hope that Yan Ruyu would invite him into her home for a cup of tea or the like.

Her family came from a lineage of traditional Chinese medicine. Although they could not be considered a great aristocratic clan, they were still a prominent and respectable wealthy household.

And he was only a low-level street hoodlum of the Canal Gang!

He, Jiang Wangzu, had sleeves filled only with clean wind—how would he dare to mislead a lovely woman?

That's all dogshit!

I, Jiang Wangzu, am a dignified transmigrator, and I even have a cheat in hand. Why should I worry about not becoming rich and noble?

Yan Ruyu, I'm definitely going to win you over!

Jiang Wangzu threw away the ridiculous and self-abasing thoughts in his mind, then flashed Yan Ruyu a smile and said in an extremely carefree manner, "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow!"

Seeing Jiang Wangzu turn around with such ease, his steps steady and powerful, with a confident smile on his face, Yan Ruyu could not help but smile faintly as well, thinking, He really is different from everyone else!