Hard Training

"Have you heard?"

"Today, the young master practiced martial arts with Elder Qian and trained until he fainted on the spot."

"The young master's physique really is frail enough."

"Isn't that so?"

Two maids were whispering in the deep corridor, giggling from time to time.

"If you dare wag your tongues again, I'll dock a month of your allowance."

Qian Hai suddenly walked in and said coldly.

At the sight of Qian Hai, the two maids went pale with fright and trembled all over.

Qian Hai had no interest in fussing with two maids and walked into a room in the small courtyard.

Qin Yang had long since awakened. He leaned against the headboard, looking dazed.

Creak~

Qian Hai pushed the door open and entered.

"Uncle Qian."

Only when Qin Yang heard the door open did he come back to his senses.

"This time, I was careless. I didn't expect..."

Qian Hai hesitated, unable to continue.

He feared that telling Qin Yang the truth would wound his confidence.

"It's fine. I understand."

"This only means I need to train even harder."

Qin Yang did not mind.

"That's good. I had Xiao Huan brew a medicinal soup to replenish your qi and nourish your blood. Drink it first."

"Martial arts training must also proceed step by step. You can't force yourself too hard."

Qian Hai reminded him.

"Don't worry, Uncle Qian. I'll keep it all in mind."

Qin Yang nodded.

Seeing this, Qian Hai was relieved. After telling Qin Yang to get plenty of rest, he left the room.

"What is this thing?"

After Qian Hai left, Qin Yang's gaze grew puzzled again.

He knew he had fainted.

It was highly likely because of the transparent box that had appeared before his eyes.

Moreover, it seemed only he could see the box. Uncle Qian could not see it at all.

"Could the 1/100 after Arhat Fist be experience points?"

"Like grinding experience—so long as I keep training, the training value will keep rising, and then I can break through my martial arts realm?"

Qin Yang continued to speculate.

The transparent box did not give him any prompts.

He could only keep feeling his way through it himself.

But after practicing Arhat Fist for an entire day, his muscles ached terribly. Practicing another round was impossible, so he could only wait until tomorrow.

After a while.

A maid brought over the medicinal soup.

After Qin Yang drank it, he felt warmth spread through his body, and he felt much more comfortable.

He slept soundly.

Until early the next morning.

Qin Yang got up early and went to the rear kitchen to find something to eat.

Perhaps because he had practiced fist techniques all day yesterday, his appetite had grown considerably. He drank a bowl of millet porridge and ate several boiled eggs as well.

This time, Qin Yang returned to his own small courtyard and began practicing Arhat Fist.

With yesterday's successful experience, after failing two or three times this time, he once again completed an entire set of Arhat Fist.

Huff, huff~~~

Qin Yang's body was indeed weak. Before he had practiced for long, he was already panting for breath.

"It has to increase."

"Whether I can become a martial arts master depends on this time."

Qin Yang felt extremely anxious.

After figuring things out last night, he knew that with a thought, he could summon the transparent box.

"System."

In an instant.

A transparent box appeared before his eyes.

Host: Qin Yang

Arhat Fist: Beginner (2/100)

Seeing that the experience value after Arhat Fist had risen by another point, Qin Yang was beside himself with joy.

"Just as I thought. As long as I keep practicing and persevere, I can break through quickly!"

Qin Yang seemed to forget all his exhaustion as he began practicing Arhat Fist again.

"One hundred times. I just need to practice it a hundred times!"

Qin Yang set himself a goal in his heart.

That entire morning.

He practiced fist techniques.

Since he had only just started learning Arhat Fist, mistakes were still unavoidable, forcing him to start over from the beginning.

But none of it could shake Qin Yang's resolve.

He even had the maid bring his meals to him.

"Right, Xiao Huan. Brew me another bowl of the medicinal soup Uncle Qian had you make yesterday."

"From now on, I'll drink a bowl every day."

Qin Yang sat on a stone stool in the courtyard, wolfing down his food as he spoke indistinctly.

"Alright, Young Master!" Xiao Huan nodded gently.

She was actually quite astonished inside. She had not expected Qin Yang to train so desperately after what happened yesterday.

In another courtyard.

Qian Hai stood beneath the shade of a tree, looking toward Qin Yang's small courtyard and shaking his head slightly.

He had originally thought Qin Yang would show up today, but an entire morning had passed and Qin Yang still had not come.

"Forget it. Rotten wood cannot be carved."

Qian Hai stopped bothering with it and began cultivating on his own.

Night fell.

Qin Yang had practiced for an entire day. Every muscle in his body ached unbearably as he lay in bed, having his personal maid Xiao Huan massage him.

"Young Master, is it really alright for you to train like this?"

"Do you really not need to seek Uncle Qian's guidance?"

Xiao Huan's tender, cool little hands continuously kneaded Qin Yang's back.

"No."

"I can practice by myself."

Qin Yang shook his head.

He only needed to keep practicing Arhat Fist and raising its experience value.

"Alright then." Xiao Huan did not dare ask further.

"Tomorrow, tell the rear kitchen to prepare more meat. My stomach is getting hungry again."

Qin Yang's stomach let out a gurgle.

"Young Master, I'll go cook you a bowl of noodles first."

Xiao Huan hurriedly said.

"Go on."

Qin Yang nodded.

While Xiao Huan went to the kitchen to cook noodles, Qin Yang also sat up cross-legged.

"I practiced twenty rounds today."

"At this rate, I should break through in four days."

"No. As I grow more familiar with Arhat Fist, that time should shorten a little more."

Qin Yang muttered to himself.

After a whole day of training, his body was exhausted, but his heart felt incomparably satisfied.

He enjoyed this feeling of his body steadily growing stronger.

Over the following days.

Qin Yang never appeared in the main courtyard again.

Qian Hai merely assumed Qin Yang had returned to his old ways, spending his days with a few dissolute friends at pleasure houses listening to music, and paid him no mind.

Within the small courtyard.

Xiao Huan sat on a stone stool nearby.

These past few days had exhausted her as well.

Not only did she have to brew medicine for Qin Yang, but she also had to knead his muscles whenever he rested.

"What happened to the young master?"

"Why has he suddenly become obsessed with martial arts?"

Xiao Huan propped up her chin with one hand, her little head full of confusion.

Qin Yang's complexion was visibly much better than a few days ago. His punches were no longer so weak and unsteady, carrying a little force now.

Over these past days, he had also become increasingly familiar with Arhat Fist. He could smoothly perform an entire set of movements, and his efficiency had improved considerably.

"The hundredth time~!"

Qin Yang roared wildly in his heart and threw a fierce punch at the air.

This was the final move of the forty-eight forms of Arhat Fist—Arhat Demon Subduing.

Bang~

Qin Yang felt every muscle in his body creak like tightened bowstrings.

Even his bones swelled slightly.

At the same time, many memories related to practicing Arhat Fist appeared in his mind.

Those memories flooded into Qin Yang's mind all at once, making his head feel swollen and painful.

His entire body hurt. Qin Yang's face twisted into a savage grimace, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

Xiao Huan sensed that something was off with Qin Yang and hurried over to check on him.

"It's nothing. Help me into the room."

Qin Yang forced out the words.

Xiao Huan hurriedly helped Qin Yang into the room.

"Should I call Uncle Qian over to take a look?"

"No. I'll be fine after resting for a while."

"Don't tell anyone."

Qin Yang shook his head.

If Qian Hai came over, he would have no way to explain it.