Chapter 6: Heavenly Reward for Diligence, Tireless Hard Work

Chapter 6: Heaven Rewards Diligence, Unceasing Toil in the Bitter Fields

And Qin Feng, at this moment, had become a "blood man."

Black, foul-smelling viscous liquid oozed from every pore on his body, and he stood there, swaying, on the verge of collapse.

"Go, wash yourself clean."

Sun Chantang pointed to a cubicle in the corner of the training room.

Qin Feng took a step, only to find his legs as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He managed two steps before he could no longer hold himself up, and with a "thud," he fell to the ground.

But he did not give up. He pressed his hands against the floor and, inch by inch, crawled toward the cubicle.

Sun Chantang watched his retreating figure but ultimately did not reach out to help him.

Qin Feng crawled into the cubicle, which contained a small bathroom.

He turned on the showerhead, and the icy water streamed over him, washing away the filthy impurities and clearing his chaotic mind.

He could feel that his body had changed.

It was an unprecedented lightness and clarity.

The meridians, which had been like rusted pipes, were now smooth and resilient.

With every breath, he could clearly sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth flowing joyfully into his body.

The heavy, sluggish feeling was completely gone.

The root of his illness had been eradicated!

He washed for a full twenty minutes, only stopping when the water running off him became clear.

He stepped out of the bathroom, and Sun Chantang handed him a clean set of training clothes.

"Put these on."

Qin Feng changed, feeling as though he had been reborn.

"Drink this."

Sun Chantang handed him a white metal can with no label.

Qin Feng opened it, and a refreshing, heart-soothing fragrance wafted out.

Inside was a milky white liquid, emitting a soft glow, containing spiritual energy a hundred times more potent than any nutrient fluid he had ever drunk.

Without hesitation, Qin Feng tilted his head back and downed it in one go.

The warm liquid flowed down his throat, transforming into a vast and gentle energy that rapidly replenished his depleted body and healed the hidden injuries left by the treatment.

Qin Feng felt every cell in his body cheering and leaping with joy.

He straightened up and bowed deeply to Sun Chantang.

"Master Sun..."

He wanted to express his gratitude, to say that this kindness was worth far more than ten thousand yuan, but a thousand words were stuck in his throat.

Sun Chantang waved his hand, cutting him off.

"Don't thank me."

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the gray sky outside, his voice growing distant.

"Many people are like you—sickly weaklings with no talent, bullied and looked down upon. But only a very few of them encounter a strong person willing to help. Most can only live out their lives in mediocrity."

Sun Chantang turned around and looked at Qin Feng.

"I helped you today because I took your money, and I saw that you, kid, have a backbone. So you owe me nothing."

"Train well, and serve humanity."

Qin Feng's eyes grew hot, and he bowed again solemnly.

"I will remember."

"Alright."

Sun Chantang resumed his iron-tower demeanor. "I've removed the root of your illness. Now you're like a blank slate. For the next month, you'll stay in the dojo, follow the coach, and drill the *Imperial Basic Body-Training Method* into your bones."

"As for whether you can get into a martial arts high school, that depends on your own talent and effort."

"Yes!"

Qin Feng nodded excitedly.

—

Qin Feng walked out of that private training room that had changed his destiny and returned to the public training hall of the dojo.

The alloy door closed behind him, cutting off Sun Chantang's mountain-like figure.

The clamor of training in the hall flooded his ears again—shouts, the dull thuds of punching bags, the hum of machinery—all interwoven, full of vibrant life.

The root of his illness had been eradicated, and an unprecedented lightness filled his limbs and bones.

The gentle energy from that mysterious can of milky white nutrient fluid still flowed slowly through his body, repairing the deepest deficiencies.

Qin Feng could feel his vitality recovering and growing at a rate he had never known.

He raised his wrist and tapped on his personal terminal.

[Name: Qin Feng]

[Vitality Index: 0.55]

Before entering that training room, his index had been 0.41.

In less than an hour, it had increased by 0.14.

This number already surpassed the results of many ordinary students' year of hard training.

And this was merely "recovery growth" after clearing the greatest obstacle on his path.

He closed the terminal and found Li Weiguo, who was instructing a student.

Li Weiguo was correcting a student's striking posture. Seeing Qin Feng approach, he paused his instruction.

"Finished?"

"Yes, Teacher Li."

Qin Feng replied.

Li Weiguo looked him up and down, his gaze lingering a few seconds longer.

He could sense that the aura of this student seemed different from before he entered.

That lingering sense of frailty was gone, replaced by a restrained vitality.

"Master Sun's methods are truly extraordinary,"

Li Weiguo said, a hint of barely perceptible envy in his tone.

He would have been willing to spend not just ten thousand yuan, but a hundred thousand, a million, just to have Sun Chantang give him a single pointer.

Unfortunately, Sun Chantang only followed his whims. When some people came, he would only offer them a ten-thousand-yuan class; when others came, if he happened to be in a good mood, he might deign to offer a pointer or two. Everything depended on fate.

And Qin Feng, in Li Weiguo’s eyes, was very fortunate.

“Your regular class starts now. Go over there and practice the *Imperial Basic Body Forging Method* with them.”

In that area, a dozen or so youths around Qin Feng’s age were engaged in basic training, Liu Xiaoli among them.

They were the most fundamental students in the martial arts hall, and also the largest group.

“Where’s Zhou Heyuan?”

Qin Feng asked.

“He’s in the No. 2 Gravity Room,”

Li Weiguo replied. “Master Sun has drawn up a special training plan for him. Your plan is to lay a solid foundation.”

The differential treatment in his words was obvious.

“Understood.”

Qin Feng said no more, turned, and walked toward the basic training area.

After he left, a student beside Li Weiguo asked curiously, “Coach Li, who’s that kid? He looks young, but he actually got personal instruction from Master Sun.”

“One of my students,”

Li Weiguo answered, his tone flat. “Just lucky.”

Qin Feng joined the training group.

He saw Liu Xiaoli.

Liu Xiaoli gave him a friendly smile, then continued to bury himself in hard practice.

His movements were earnest, but because his physical foundation was weak, he seemed somewhat strained.

Qin Feng didn’t start training immediately. Instead, he stood at the end of the line, carefully observing Li Weiguo’s teaching.

“Chen Chong! Use your waist to exert force! The Body Forging Method isn’t calisthenics—your power should rise from your feet, transmit through your hips and waist, and finally penetrate into your arms! The way you’re doing it now, your strength is all scattered!”

“Wang Meng! Breathing! Your breathing rhythm is chaotic! Inhale on the ‘Mountain-Splitting’ stance, exhale on the ‘Sea-Calming’ stance! Only by coordinating your breath can you guide the flow of qi and blood!”

“Liu Xiaoli, make your movements bigger! Don’t be afraid of pulling a muscle—the body’s potential is forced out at its limits!”

He would pinpoint each student’s mistakes without mercy.

His teaching was rigorous and efficient; every student who received his guidance showed visible improvement in their movements.

When he passed by Qin Feng, he also offered Qin Feng some pointers, fulfilling his duty as a coach.

Half an hour later, Zhou Heyuan walked out of the gravity room.

He was drenched in sweat, his face weary, but his eyes were even brighter.

Li Weiguo immediately went over and handed him a bottle of water.

“How was it? Did you get a feel for the ‘Spiral Force’ that Master Sun taught?”

Li Weiguo’s tone carried obvious concern.

“I’ve got a bit of a feel for it,”

Zhou Heyuan said, drinking heavily. “Under 1.2 times gravity, a punch using Spiral Force increased my punching power by 5% compared to before.”

“Excellent!”

A look of approval appeared on Li Weiguo’s face. “This is only the first day, and you’ve already made such progress. Your talent hasn’t been wasted, after all. Don’t get cocky—keep it up. I—”

Li Weiguo hurried away, then hurried back, placing a light blue nutrient solution in Zhou Heyuan’s hand.

His care for Zhou Heyuan stood in stark contrast to his strictness with the other students.

Qin Feng took all this in, his face expressionless.

He walked to an empty spot in the line, spread his feet shoulder-width apart, slowly sank his hips, and assumed the starting stance of the *Imperial Basic Body Forging Method*.

The noise around him seemed to fade away at that moment.

In his world, there was only himself and this Body Forging Method—one he had practiced for nine years but only truly glimpsed the threshold of yesterday.

After the root of his ailment was removed, his body was like a dry sponge, greedily craving the nourishment of energy.

He closed his eyes and began to execute the first move.

“Mountain-Splitting!”

It was completely different from before.

If before, cultivation was like pushing a rusty, boulder-laden cart along a muddy road with great difficulty,

then now, it was like piloting a brand-new anti-gravity vehicle, gliding lightly along a smooth magnetic levitation track.

The flow of qi and blood was no longer obstructed in the slightest.

With every movement, he could clearly feel power rising from the soles of his feet, traveling through unobstructed meridians, and transmitting without hindrance to every limb and joint.

His muscles, bones, and fascia all hummed with delight.

The moment he completed the first standard movement—

[Ding!]

That cold, uniquely his voice sounded in his mind.

A translucent, pale blue light screen materialized before his eyes.

[Heaven Rewards Diligence System, loading…]

[Upgrade successful!]

[Heaven rewards diligence; unceasing toil never fails.]

[Host: Qin Feng]

[Vitality Index: 0.55]

[Mastered Forging Methods:]

[Imperial Basic Body Forging Method (Entry Level)]

[Proficiency: 4/100]

[Tip: When proficiency reaches 100, it can be upgraded to the Minor Achievement level.]

(End of this chapter)