The discipleship ceremony had now been completed.
As was customary, Old Zheng promised Zhang Shaojiu free Qi-Blood Soup every day, then produced three pills called Deer-Blood Muscle-Strengthening Pills, drawing a chorus of envious murmurs from the disciples below.
The reason was simple: the effects of these Deer-Blood Muscle-Strengthening Pills reached straight into the muscles and tendons, accelerating their tempering. They were the pills of choice for Second-Rank Martial Artists.
A single one was worth ten Blood-Boiling Pills.
"From now on, you may come to me on the third of each month to collect three Deer-Blood Muscle-Strengthening Pills."
Old Zheng spoke again.
For other martial schools, supplying a Direct Disciple with even one Deer-Blood Muscle-Strengthening Pill a month was exceedingly difficult.
But Old Zheng was different. Thanks to his sales of taisui meat, he could easily supply every Direct Disciple with three Deer-Blood Muscle-Strengthening Pills a month, with plenty to spare and no strain at all. This was why so many factions and martial schools in the Outer City fought tooth and nail to enter the Flesh-Cutting Tournament.
"Yes! Thank you, Master!"
Overjoyed, Zhang Shaojiu hurriedly kowtowed several more times.
Old Zheng stroked his goatee and nodded, seemingly in a fine mood.
Lian Taoze, Su Mengyao, Zhao Tianhong, and the others stepped forward in turn, greeting him as their "sixth junior brother."
Shen Ao even smiled and said, "Train hard, Junior Brother Zhang. In the next few Flesh-Cutting Tournaments, you might well win the Flesh-Cutting Golden Blade for Master Zheng, just like your fifth senior brother, Gongsun Wuyang. You might even get the chance to enter the Inner City and soar into the heavens from there."
"Hahaha! Thank you for your kind words, Senior Brother Shen! I'll redouble my efforts and strive to contribute to our school in the tournament after