"The Scorching Sun Gang branch has a total of 5 supervisors. They are the field supervisor Yin Zhixing, the internal supervisor Liu Yanhong, the water supervisor Guo Liang, the mining supervisor Qin Yu, and the law enforcement supervisor Tan Chaofan, who is also my master.
Although the 5 supervisors are all martial artists at the peak of the Internal Refinement Stage, my master is the strongest in terms of strength. His Seven Star Whip can hit anything within 10 meters with unparalleled power. He is also known as the number one Internal Refinement Stage martial artist in Qinghe Town. He can contend with martial artists who have cultivated Internal Qi.
Next is the mining supervisor Qin Yu. His swordsmanship is extraordinary, and he once killed 3 Internal Refinement Stage martial artists in 3 moves.
If these 2 supervisors want to take you as a disciple, you can just choose according to your own thoughts.
But the other 3 aren't known for their strength, so they really aren't the best choice. "
Qin Shaoping's tone was calm and confident, as if he was passing judgment on everything.
Ziyue silently nodded, his face thoughtful.
He naturally believed Qin Shaoping's words. The law enforcement supervisor Tan Chaofan's strength must be the strongest among all the supervisors.
Secondly, the mining supervisor Qin Yu's strength shouldn't be weak either.
But if it was said that strength was the most suitable choice for his master, he had a different opinion.
In a situation where the strength of the supervisors wasn't weak, there was a huge difference between those who were good at teaching and those who weren't.
Of course, to Ziyue, these weren't important.
What he cared about was martial arts and martial techniques.
… …
Unknowingly, the sky was already bright, and the number of apprentices in the Practice Field gradually increased.
After a morning of practice, Ziyue's stomach was already rumbling with hunger, so he didn't stay any longer and went straight to the cafeteria.
The difference in status and treatment made his breakfast much richer. A big bowl of rice porridge, 3 meat buns, 2 fried dough sticks, a bowl of meat soup, and a small dish of pickled vegetables … … It was at least the richest breakfast he had eaten in the past 2 months.
After stuffing everything into his stomach, Ziyue finally felt full and walked out of the cafeteria.
In the Scorching Sun Gang branch, apprentices were only allowed to move around in the backyard.
In the morning, he spent most of his time in the Martial Arts Practice Field.
To an apprentice, the only thing they could cultivate was the Dhyana Stance. At most, some apprentices could cultivate the Dhyana Stance to a small success and choose a martial technique to cultivate.
As for the afternoon, the sect arranged for a private tutor to teach them how to read and write. It wasn't something that could be easily understood, but something that could be read and written.
Of course, it was up to him whether he wanted to learn or not. The sect did not force him.
They practiced martial arts in the morning, and Ziyue went to listen to a class in the afternoon. He found that there were only about ten apprentices, including Qin Shaoping, whom he had met early in the morning. They nodded to each other as a greeting and then sat down at an empty table.
Soon, the private school teacher arrived. He was a thin middle-aged man with a moustache. He looked a little old-fashioned.
He turned a blind eye to the fact that there were over a hundred apprentices, but only a dozen or so had come to class. Naturally, he began his lecture.
Soon, Ziyue lost interest.
What the tutor taught were all words that he had already mastered. In addition, the tutor's lecture was dull and boring. After that, he never came again.
For the next three days, Ziyue spent most of his time practicing the Straight Punch.
At this moment, he was very familiar with the changes in the flow of force. He was also very familiar with the control of force.
With the Straight Punch, he twisted his body and punched out.
In just three seconds, the force of the fist went from his legs to his waist and rushed into his arms.
He punched out.
Bam!
The force surged, and a faint fist imprint appeared on one of the wooden stakes.
The power of this punch was already beginning to show.
Moreover, Ziyue subconsciously glanced at his status panel.
Name: Ziyue
Strength: 1.95 (Cannot be improved)
Speed: 1.85 (Cannot be improved)
Physique: 2.01 (Cannot be improved)
Mentality: 1.80 (Cannot be improved)
Martial Arts: Complete Dhyana Stance (Cannot be improved)
Eighteen Consecutive Strikes (Not initiated, Cannot be improved)
Straight Punch (Can be improved)
Immortal Technique: Purple Qi Visualization Technique (Not initiated, Cannot be improved)
Soul Energy: 1237
"Finally initiated."
Ziyue's breathing was a little hurried.
After three days of hard work, almost without rest, he finally reached the Beginner level of the Straight Punch.
He even noticed that because of the hard work in the past few days, his strength had a slight improvement. He was one step closer to the '2' mark.
"Consume 300 Soul Energy to upgrade Straight Punch to Minor Accomplishment!"
Ziyue frowned. Although it was also upgraded to Minor Accomplishment, the Straight Punch consumed 100 more Soul Energy than the Dhyana Stance.
Clearly, as one's Martial Skill and Cultivation Method became stronger, the amount of Spiritual Energy required to advance to Minor Accomplishment, Great Accomplishment, and Great Accomplishment would also increase.
"Upgrade!"
Even so, he still chose to upgrade it without hesitation.
"Weng!"
Bai Ziyue was in a trance for a moment. Then, he felt his body heating up. It was as if he had gone through countless hours of bitter cultivation at this moment. His understanding and comprehension of the Straight Punch had reached an astonishing level.
After a while, Bai Ziyue finally calmed down. Then, he realized that his Straight Word Linking Fist had reached the small success stage.
"Consume 600 Soul Energy to upgrade Straight Punch to Great Mastery!"
Ziyue hesitated for a moment, but still chose to upgrade it.
He knew the importance of controlling his strength. It would be of great help to him when he cultivated other martial arts techniques in the future.
His mind was in a trance again. When he woke up again, he was able to control his strength. Although he couldn't say that he knew it like the back of his hand, he could command it like an extension of his arm.
Ziyue didn't even use any moves. He just stood there.
Bang!
With a crisp sound, the hard rock under his feet was directly crushed by him, and cracks began to appear on it.
Then, what made Ziyue feel awkward was that the soles of his shoes were broken.
The cold wind blew, causing the soles of his feet to feel cold.
"Since the Straight Punch has reached Great Accomplishment, my control over my strength has reached the peak.
If I were to cultivate the Eighteen Consecutive Strikes in my current state, it wouldn't take long for me to reach Minor Accomplishment. "
Ziyue thought to himself as he walked to his room.
With his current level of control over his strength, he only needed to familiarize himself with martial arts techniques like the Eighteen Consecutive Strikes. It would be much easier to cultivate compared to before.
It wasn't difficult to reach Minor Accomplishment.
However, very quickly, a trace of gloominess appeared on his face.
Three days had passed, but no supervisor came to him to take him in as a disciple. Even though he didn't care as much about this as the other apprentices, he was still worried.
He even had some bad guesses.