Hard Training

"Have you heard?"

"The young master fainted from training with Old Qian today."

"His physique really is that weak."

"No kidding."

Two maids were whispering in the deep corridor, occasionally snickering.

"Keep running your mouths, and I'll dock a month's allowance."

Qian Hai suddenly stepped in, his voice cold.

Seeing Qian Hai, the maids' faces drained of color as they trembled.

Qian Hai had no interest in bickering with them; he entered the room in the small courtyard.

Qin Yang had long since woken up, leaning against the head of the bed, his expression dazed.

Creak~

Qian Hai pushed the door open.

"Uncle Qian."

Qin Yang snapped back to attention at the sound of the door.

"I was careless this time. I didn't expect—"

Qian Hai trailed off.

He feared that speaking the truth would crush Qin Yang's confidence.

"It's fine. I understand."

"This just means I need to train harder."

Qin Yang didn't mind.

"Alright then. I've had Xiao Huan brew a tonic to replenish your qi and blood. Drink it first."

"Martial training requires gradual progress. Don't overdo it."

Qian Hai cautioned.

"Uncle Qian, rest assured. I've taken it to heart."

Qin Yang nodded.

Seeing this, Qian Hai felt reassured and left the room after telling Qin Yang to rest more.

"What is this thing?"

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

He knew he had fainted.

It was most likely because of the transparent square that had appeared before his eyes.

And this square seemed to be visible only to him—Uncle Qian couldn't see it at all.

"Is the 1/100 at the end of Arhat Fist experience points?"

"Like grinding for experience—as long as I keep training, the training value will keep rising, and then I'll break through to the next martial realm?"

Qin Yang kept speculating.

The transparent square gave him no hints; he could only figure it out on his own.

But after a full day of practicing Arhat Fist, his muscles ached badly. Doing it again was impossible—he'd have to wait until tomorrow.

A while later.

The maid came in with the medicinal soup.

After drinking it, Qin Yang felt a warm glow spread through his body, much more comfortable.

He slept soundly.

Until the next morning.

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

Maybe because of yesterday's training, his appetite had grown considerably. He downed a bowl of millet porridge and ate a few boiled eggs.

This time, Qin Yang returned to his own small courtyard to practice Arhat Fist.

With the success of yesterday's experience, after failing two or three times, he managed to complete a full set of Arhat Fist again.

Huff, huff~~~

Qin Yang's body was truly weak; he was already panting after not training long.

"It has to increase."

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

Qin Yang's heart was full of anxiety.

After fumbling around last night, he knew that as long as he willed it, he could summon that transparent frame.

"System."

In an instant.

A transparent frame materialized before his eyes.

Host: Qin Yang

Arhat Fist: Beginner (2/100)

Seeing the experience points behind Arhat Fist had gone up a bit, Qin Yang was ecstatic.

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

Qin Yang seemed to forget all his fatigue and began cultivating Arhat Fist again.

"A hundred times—I just need to train it a hundred times!"

Qin Yang set a goal for himself.

That morning.

He spent the whole time practicing his fists.

Since he was new to Arhat Fist, mistakes were inevitable, forcing him to start over from scratch.

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

He even had the maid bring his meals over.

"Oh, Xiao Huan. That medicinal soup Uncle Qian had you brew yesterday—brew me another bowl."

"I'll have a bowl every day from now on."

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

"Understood, young master!" Xiao Huan nodded lightly.

She was actually quite surprised inside. She hadn't expected Qin Yang to train so fiercely after what happened yesterday.

In another courtyard.

Qian Hai stood under the shade of a tree, watching Qin Yang's small yard, and shook his head slightly.

He'd thought Qin Yang would show up today, but the whole morning had passed and the kid still hadn't come.

"Forget it. You can't carve rotten wood."

Qian Hai stopped worrying about it and began his own cultivation.

Night fell.

Qin Yang had trained all day, his whole body aching with soreness. He lay on his bed and called for his personal maid Xiao Huan to give him a massage.

"Young master, is this really okay, training like this?"

"Are you sure you don't need to go ask Uncle Qian for advice?"

Xiao Huan's soft, cool little hands kept pounding on Qin Yang's back.

"No need."

"I'll train on my own."

Qin Yang shook his head.

As long as he kept cultivating Arhat Fist and raising his experience points, that was enough.

"Alright." Xiao Huan didn't dare ask further.

"Tell the kitchen to cook more meat tomorrow. My stomach's already growling again."

Qin Yang's stomach let out a rumble.

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

Xiao Huan said hurriedly.

"Go ahead."

Qin Yang nodded.

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

"I trained it twenty times today."

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

"No, that's not right. As I get more familiar with Arhat Fist, the time should shorten a bit."

Qin Yang muttered to himself.

After a full day of training, his body was utterly exhausted, but inside he felt fantastic.

He loved this feeling of his body growing stronger and stronger.

The next few days.

Qin Yang no longer appeared in the courtyard.

Qian Hai simply assumed Qin Yang had reverted to his old ways, spending his days with a few disreputable friends at the pleasure houses listening to songs, and paid him no mind.

Inside the small courtyard.

Xiao Huan sat on the stone bench nearby.

She had been utterly exhausted these past few days.

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

"I wonder what's gotten into the young master."

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

Xiao Huan propped her chin on her hand, her little head full of confusion.

Qin Yang's complexion was clearly much better than a few days ago, and his punches no longer felt as weak and hollow as before—there was now some real force behind them.

After days of practicing the Arhat Fist, he had grown more familiar with it, able to smoothly execute a full sequence, and his efficiency had improved significantly.

"The hundredth time!"

Qin Yang roared inwardly, throwing a fierce punch into the air.

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

Bam~

Qin Yang felt every muscle in his body emit a creaking sound like a drawn bowstring, and his bones seemed to swell slightly.

At the same time, a flood of memories about practicing the Arhat Fist poured into his mind.

These memories filled his head all at once, leaving him with a dull ache.

His entire body ached. Qin Yang's face twisted in pain, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Young master, what's wrong?"

Xiao Huan noticed something was off and hurried over to check.

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

Qin Yang barely managed to speak.

Xiao Huan quickly helped him into the room.

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

"No need. I just need to rest a bit."

"Don't tell anyone."

Qin Yang shook his head.

If Qian Hai came over, he wouldn't be able to explain it.