He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 72 Martial Artist's Class Upgrade, Local Thugs Cause Trouble

After leaving Xiangmanlou,

It was blown by the wind outside.

Qin Chuan's earlier surge of enthusiasm had dissipated considerably.

Recalling that scene earlier,

to be frank,

He was somewhat surprised that he had done that.

Although I am not usually a very composed person, I am by no means such an impatient person.

But just now, in front of Liu Rushi, I inexplicably wanted to show off in front of her, to hear her call out "Manager Qin" in that lazy, soft voice...

Qin Chuan shook his head, thinking and thinking, but still couldn't figure it out.

In the end, it can only be attributed to a sudden outburst of youthful impetuosity.

But this trip wasn't in vain.

Qin Chuan weighed the twenty-tael silver ingot in his hand.

The money for the medicinal bath in "Iron Body" is finally secured.

He asked Ah Niu how to cultivate the "Iron Body" technique, and Ah Niu gave him the answer.

There are two ways. One is for those who have no money, who just train relentlessly. They hammer, smash their heads against trees, and wrestle for hours a day, pushing themselves to the limit. They train until their skin is thick and their bones are strong, and they can develop skills.

However, Liu Ding said that this kind of training relies entirely on the body to endure it. Without medicinal baths or tonics, after two or three years of training, one may appear strong on the outside, but be riddled with hidden injuries on the inside.

Another method is for those with money. They prepare medicinal baths according to the prescriptions in the book, and after each day's practice, they soak their bodies in the medicinal water to dissolve the stagnation in their muscles and bones and replenish the depleted qi and blood.

This way of training not only improves your skills quickly, but also doesn't harm your body. After a few years of training, you'll become strong and healthy, without any lasting health problems.

However, the recipe for that medicinal bath is a bit expensive.

A single dose of medicine costs at least five taels of silver, and you have to soak your feet at least once every five days.

Twenty taels of silver sounds like a lot.

For an ordinary family, it would take five or six years.

But for martial arts training, that's only enough for four sessions, less than a month.

......

Two days later,

inside the house,

Qin Chuan stood up from the wooden tub.

After this medicinal bath, the bruises from practicing the "Iron Body" technique on my body have dissipated considerably, leaving only a few red marks.

Liu Ding observed him from the side, his gaze sweeping from his shoulders to his waist and abdomen. Seeing the faint lines of muscle on his body, he nodded and said,

"Not bad, all those tonics you've taken these past few days haven't been in vain. You've finally recovered your health. At first, you were as thin as a bamboo pole; I was afraid you'd be blown away by the wind if you just stood there. Now, at least you're starting to look like a normal person."

Qin Chuan looked down at himself and realized he was indeed much stronger than when he was a beggar. His ribs used to be clearly visible, but now they were covered with a thin layer of muscle, his shoulders were broader, and his back was straighter.

"Come out, let me see how you fight Tiger Formation." Liu Ding took two steps back.

Qin Chuan stepped out of the wooden tub, grabbed a cloth and wiped himself haphazardly a few times, then stood barefoot on the open ground in the center of the room.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his gaze had darkened.

With toes gripping the ground, knees slightly bent, and waist and hips sinking, each move is crisp and clean, without the slightest hesitation.

When Qin Chuan reached the final move, he suddenly exerted force with his feet, twisted his waist and hips, and his right fist, wrapped in the sound of wind, shot out with a muffled thud, feeling even heavier than it had a few days ago.

At the same time, a familiar voice rang out.

[Skill training, Professional Experience +1]

[Martial Arts Class Experience Maxed Out, Level Up]

......

[Occupation: Martial Artist]

[Level: lv1→lv2 (0/200)]

[Professional Skill: Blood Tempering and Body Strengthening]

It's finally been upgraded.

Qin Chuan withdrew his fist and stood still, his chest heaving, and heat rising from his pores.

He clenched his fist and could feel a surge of heat flowing from his dantian to his limbs and bones, as if countless tiny snakes were weaving between his skin and bones, bringing an indescribable sense of fullness.

Clearly, this was the blood energy Liu Ding had mentioned. However, this blood energy only traveled halfway before dissipating, failing to fully reach the limbs and bones. It was still quite a distance from advancing to the Blood Condensation Realm.

However, if things continue like this, it shouldn't take too long.

Liu Ding stood to the side with his arms crossed, watching this scene. He nodded, his tone carrying a hint of satisfaction: "Not bad. You've mastered the Tiger Form Twelve Styles."

He paused, then continued, "The Tiger Form is now complete. Starting tomorrow, I'll teach you the Deer Form. The Tiger Form strengthens bones, the Deer Form nourishes tendons. Your skeletal structure is almost established; now it's time to stretch your tendons."

......

After learning martial arts,

Qin Chuan didn't rush to Heaven on Earth, but instead headed towards Mayi Alley to visit Aunt Liu.

The food in the house is almost gone.

He wanted to ask Aunt Liu what she wanted to eat or buy, so he could buy it while he was at it.

Upon arriving at Mayi Alley,

Qin Chuan looked up and immediately saw Aunt Liu's familiar stall.

However, the scene before them was far from harmonious.

Several thugs in short-sleeved shirts were arguing with Aunt Liu in front of the stall.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan did not hesitate at all and went straight over.

"Old woman, I told you to pay your wedding gift money, why haven't you paid yet?"

The leader shouted, his face full of impatience.

Seeing this, Aunt Liu was also very flustered, but she still forced herself to say, "I already handed it over a few days ago, to the two of them."

As she spoke, Aunt Liu pointed to two thugs in the crowd.

The two thugs' expressions changed simultaneously, and they waved their hands repeatedly, denying everything.

"No, no! She didn't pay at all, boss, she's lying to you!" The round-faced thug on the left spread his arms innocently and took a half step back, as if he had been wronged by a great injustice.

"Yeah, right," the tall, thin guy on the right chimed in, scoffing, "This old woman obviously doesn't want to be friends, she's just making things up. Boss, don't believe her."

"You're talking nonsense!" Aunt Liu exclaimed, "I entrusted it to the two of you last time! You said your eldest brother had something come up, so you were the ones who came to collect it. I even asked you then, and you patted your chests and said there was absolutely no problem. Why are you denying it now?"

Aunt Liu became more and more agitated as she spoke. Her business was small, and she could barely make any money in a day. The money she had painstakingly saved for the wedding gifts had been embezzled, and now she was being falsely accused.

Upon hearing Aunt Liu's words, the leader of the thugs frowned, turned his head, and scanned his two henchmen back and forth twice, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes.

The two thugs also argued that they really didn't take it.

The group started arguing.

The thug in the lead, growing impatient with the noise, suddenly waved his hand and looked at Aunt Liu: "Enough nonsense! Either pay up today, or I'll wreck your shack!"

In truth, he knew that this was most likely true; his two subordinates had embezzled the money behind his back.

But what could he do? Admit in public that his subordinates had embezzled money, thus embarrassing himself?

If he accepts this now, what will he do if he encounters the same situation again in the future? Will he still have to distinguish between the truth and falsehood of each case?

They were local thugs, not the county magistrate who judged cases, so the old woman had no choice but to suffer in silence.

Aunt Liu looked somewhat desperate and said, "I've already paid, and I don't have any extra money now."

Upon hearing this,

The local thug leader, too lazy to say anything more, simply waved his hand.

The thugs nearby immediately came up and tried to overturn the stall, but Aunt Liu tried to protect it.

Upon seeing this, a flash of hatred crossed the round-faced thug's face.

You old hag, you dare to speak ill of me like that!

He gritted his teeth, disregarded the force of his blows, clenched his fist, swung his arm in a wide arc, and slammed it down hard on Aunt Liu's body.

If that punch landed, Aunt Liu's old bones would probably collapse on the spot.

The round-faced thug's punches were fast!

But faster than a fist,

It's a foot!