The poor study literature, the rich practice martial arts. Progress in martial arts cultivation requires many supplements to nourish the body. Without relying on family background and lacking sufficient resources, it is extremely difficult to stand out through cultivation.

This also made Henry Young and Senior Brother Shaw have an excellent relationship, making them the leaders among the commoner disciples in the martial academy.

“Junior Brother Young, your sister-in-law just brought your meal,” Senior Brother Shaw said with a smile. “You weren’t here, so I put it in your room for you. It smells great—go eat it while it’s hot.”

“Thank you, senior brother.” Henry Young cupped his hands and turned to head to his own room.

Very soon,

Henry Young entered his room.

The room was large, nearly a hundred square meters, and quite luxuriously decorated. The floor and walls were made of special metal, and by the wall stood a wide table, chairs, and a bed.

On the table, a basket of food was set out.

Henry Young opened it. Inside was a whole chicken, a plate of greens, and a very large bowl of rice. The chicken and greens were fairly ordinary, but every grain of rice gleamed like jade, as if it were a delicate work of art, emitting a faint fragrance.

Whether in color or aroma, this rice was truly exquisite. If Quentin York were here, he would recognize it at a glance—this was spirit rice cultivated in special spiritual soil.

Spirit rice is very difficult to cultivate and is usually reserved for martial artists, as it contains spiritual energy and very few impurities. In terms of price, one jin of spirit rice is worth a hundred jin of ordinary rice, and right now, the rice in Henry Young’s bowl was about two jin.

“Huff~ huff~”

Without hesitation, Henry Young sat down and began to eat in big mouthfuls, extremely fast, like a whirlwind sweeping away clouds.

Though he ate quickly,

He was actually very careful—not a single grain of rice or shred of meat was left behind. He even tried to crush and eat the chicken bones, drank all the soup, and made sure nothing was wasted.

Every bit of food was precious to Henry Young.

As soon as the food entered his stomach, Henry Young felt a faint heat rising in his abdomen, accompanied by a subtle sound, as if his body was rapidly digesting. Such a swift digestive ability was extremely rare, even among martial artists.

Very soon,

Henry Young felt all his fatigue vanish.

With a slight movement, his muscles and bones crackled explosively.

The first to third levels of Body Tempering focus on nourishing the body through regular training—standing stances, running, frog jumps, and so on—gradually strengthening the muscles of the limbs, waist, and abdomen.

The fourth to sixth levels involve gradually connecting the outer membranes of all the muscles and bones.

Henry Young had reached the peak of the sixth level of Body Tempering. His waist, legs, back, elbows, wrists, and palms were all connected in strength, even his internal organs had grown stronger, and his breath and spirit far surpassed ordinary people. Especially his digestive ability—even most martial artists couldn’t compare.

“The effect of spirit rice is truly amazing. The vital energy is already circulating in my body. I must seize the time to cultivate and convert this energy into my own strength.”

Henry Young took off his outer garment.

Beneath what seemed an unremarkable frame was a body as if cast from steel—muscles entwined like the roots of an ancient tree, and skin as smooth as ox fat.

On his arms, shoulders, waist, and abdomen, he wore layers of thin, metallic inner linings that fit tightly to his body.

“This eighty-jin body training suit is starting to feel a bit light for me.” Henry Young thought for a moment, opened a nearby cabinet, and took out four more pieces to strap to his legs.

Now, he wore a full one hundred and twenty jin of body training suit.

Henry Young exhaled deeply, his breath white as an arrow, lingering in the air.

Very soon,

Henry Young stood in the martial hall on the other side of the room, dozens of square meters in size—enough space for him to practice his forms.

“Hoo~”

Henry Young’s breathing gradually slowed, his whole body completely relaxed.

In the next instant, his eyes snapped open, and his entire aura changed, like a tiger or leopard on the hunt. His muscles surged, his spine tensed like a drawn bowstring, and power instantly coursed through his body.

Boom—

A punch shot out like a galloping horse, a step moved like a rushing river, and a kick lashed out like stars chasing the moon.

“Rip—”

The force burst from his body, piercing the air with a heart-rending sound that echoed out the door, making one’s heart inexplicably tremble.

Chapter 3: Cleansing the Marrow and Changing the Blood

This punch, this step, this kick—

His punch shot out like an arrow, his momentum like a galloping horse, murderous intent radiating, fully displaying Henry Young’s martial arts mastery at the peak of Tendon Transformation. Even a casual strike from him would be enough to shatter bones and make an ordinary person cough blood.

This was a set of fist techniques called “Water Dragon in Motion,” one of the three Body Tempering fist forms forged and refined by generations of human martial ancestors over thousands of years.

The Three Martial Fists.

The “Body Training Fist” is suitable for beginners to lay a foundation, while “Water Dragon in Motion” and “Distant Stars and Moon” are for training all the muscles and bones, suitable for martial artists at the Tendon Transformation and Vein Condensation stages.

With the opening three moves, Henry Young felt his whole body’s vital energy boiling, his spirit fully roused. Without pause, he continued to perform the other moves of “Water Dragon in Motion.”

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

Punch after punch, suddenly, Henry Young felt a surge of energy within him, following the flow of his strength, constantly moving and tumbling inside, driving and pressing against all his muscles and bones.

“When the muscles and bones resonate, energy is born, and the meridians open on their own.” Henry Young was shaken to his core.

He knew—the opportunity for breakthrough he had sought for months

Had finally arrived again.