An indescribable sense of gratitude welled up in Yang Jing’s heart.
The great powers, like the Chen Family and the Jiang Family, would offer ten pounds of high-grade Exotic Beast at, but it would co with countless strings attached—so many rules and restrictions they could suffocate a person. The slightest misstep could turn you into their vassal.
Yet his master had just given him twenty pounds with no conditions whatsoever. This generous treatnt moved him more than a gift a thousand tis its weight.
"Take it. And keep it safe."
Seeing him dazed, Sun Yong pushed the wooden token forward a little more. "This month’s allotnt for this Token hasn’t been claid yet. You can go to the Exotic Beast Pavilion in the Inner City and collect it today."
Yang Jing finally snapped back to his senses and accepted the wooden token with both hands.
The Token felt slightly heavy in his grasp, its surface smooth and warm. The character for "Sun" seed to carry a warmth of its own, and a comforting current flowed from his palm straight to his heart.
He clutched the wooden token tightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he spoke in a low voice, "Thank you, Master."
Sun Yong watched him take the Token and nodded slightly, his eyes filled with expectation. "With these twenty pounds of high-grade Exotic Beast at, plus the Spirit Fish and Qi Storage Pills from the Liu Family, you will no longer have to rely on the at of re fierce beasts. With Exotic Beast at as your primary dietary supplent, your resources will be more than enough to support your training, even if you’re cultivating two martial arts at once. This will surely speed up your progress considerably."
Yang Jing nodded in agreent, already calculating in his mind.
Exotic Beast at and the at of fierce beasts were worlds apart.
While the at of ordinary fierce beasts could strengthen the body and was nutritious, it contained very little Spiritual Qi. Its restorative effects were far inferior to that of Exotic Beast at.
Exotic Beast at, on the other hand, was nourished by Spiritual Qi and contained pure vital energy and blood. This was especially true for high-grade Exotic Beast at; a single bite was worth more than half a pound of fierce beast at.
Previously, he had to eat over two pounds of fierce beast at in one sitting, supplented with elixirs, just to barely replenish his spent qi and blood. With Exotic Beast at, half a pound would likely be enough. A full pound at most would be enough to make his Dantian grow warm and eliminate the need for any other dietary or dicinal supplents for the rest of the day.
Paired with the Qi Storage Pills, his resources could be considered abundant.
’I wonder how much my Martial Dao progress will improve now that I have a steady supply of Exotic Beast at and the help of Elixirs.’ He felt a surge of anticipation.
Yang Jing took a deep breath and looked down at the wooden token in his palm. It felt heavy—not just from its physical weight, but from the weight of his master’s investnt in him.
He secretly made a resolution: he would not disappoint this expectation. He would break through his bottleneck as soon as possible, for his master’s sake and for his own.
Sun Yong didn’t know what Yang Jing was thinking at that mont, but he could guess so of it and felt a sense of comfort.
His gaze fell upon Yang Jing. Just as he was about to dismiss him, he suddenly recalled two incorrect details he had noticed while watching Yang Jing practice his fist forms earlier. He began to explain them carefully. "Right, when you practice the Mountain-Shattering Fist, in the move where you turn and swing your fist, you can sink your waist and hips another half-inch. That will make the force flow more smoothly. Also, during the breathing exercise at the end of the form, your breath is a bit rushed. It needs to be about thirty percent longer to transition more seamlessly into the next move."
Yang Jing listened with rapt attention, committing these two details firmly to mory. He bowed and replied, "This disciple will rember. Thank you for your guidance, Master."
Seeing that he understood, Sun Yong waved a hand. "Go on, then. Cultivate well."
Upon hearing this, Yang Jing quickly stood, bowed, then turned and left the study.
The wooden door closed softly, sealing the room off from the outside. Sun Yong was left alone in the study.
Sun Yong sat behind his desk, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the tabletop. His gaze fell on an empty corner of the desk, and he remained silent for a long while.
"Sigh..." A soft sigh echoed in the quiet study. He slowly shook his head, a complicated expression on his face.
’The Token I just gave Yang Jing wasn’t originally for him.’
He had given it to Lin Yue long ago. Although Lin Yue was highly talented with a superior constitution, the reason for his rapid progress—reaching the Peak of Dark Energy less than a year after breaking through to Dark Energy—was not just his own talent, but also this Token. Twenty pounds of high-grade Exotic Beast at every month was a luxury that even the direct heirs of wealthy families rarely enjoyed.
But now, Lin Yue was severely injured and bedridden. Forget practicing martial arts, even getting out of bed was difficult for him. He would need at least half a year of quiet recuperation to recover.
The Token would just sit idle in Lin Yue’s hands, so he had taken it back and given it to Yang Jing instead.
But now that he had a quiet mont to think, Sun Yong found himself in a difficult position.
’In six months, if Lin Yue’s injuries are healed and he returns to the Martial Arts Hall to resu his training, what should I do about the Token?’
’Not give it back to Lin Yue? But he’s my most valued Direct Disciple, exceptionally gifted, the one I have the highest hopes for.’
’Take it back from Yang Jing?’
’Yang Jing is in a period of rapid advancent right now; this Token is a huge help to him. Besides, I gave it to him of my own volition. To ask for it back now would not only hurt Yang Jing’s feelings but also make , his master, seem petty and like I go back on my word.’
He was damned if he did, damned if he didn’t.
Sun Yong rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling a sharp headache coming on.
"Forget it, forget it..." He finally let out a heavy sigh, his voice thick with frustration. "I’ll just take it one step at a ti. When the ti cos, I’ll figure sothing out."
With that, he shifted his gaze out the window, watching the green bamboo in the courtyard sway gently in the wind. His expression grew even more somber.
...
Yang Jing left the inner courtyard and went straight back to the training grounds in the front courtyard.
The sun was bright. He took a deep breath, once again sinking into a horse stance and beginning to practice the Mountain-Shattering Fist.
This ti, he carefully corrected the two flawed details Sun Yong had pointed out. The force of his fists grew deeper and heavier, and every punch he threw carried the artistic intent of Mountain-Shattering Stone-Splitting.
As his practice intensified, he shifted his footing, and his figure suddenly beca elusive. He began to integrate the Raging Wave Legs into his Mountain-Shattering Fist, his twisting and turning movents lending his fist techniques an unpredictable quality, making it difficult to distinguish feint from reality.
Since his Body Technique had already been exposed to others, he no longer bothered to deliberately hide it, occasionally interspersing a few moves from the Raging Wave Legs into his training.
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