In the afternoon, after Sun Qi reached the entry level of the Nourishing Life Art, another person sensed their Blood Qi.

Everyone practiced even more diligently, not stopping for a break until dinner.

The only exception was Jiang Ping.

Jiang Ping wanted to join in the hardworking atmosphere, but his practice was too effective, consuming too much energy, leaving him exhausted.

After dinner, two more people reached the entry level of the Nourishing Life Art, making many envious and jealous.

Jiang Ping discovered something.

Those who reached the entry level were all the ones who had been eating two servings of beef in recent days.

"The Head Escort was right, practicing martial arts requires nourishment through eating, food supplements are extremely important. Tomorrow's Fist Strength Test, I must make it into the top five."

Jiang Ping made a silent resolution in his heart.

......

At night, after practicing the Nourishing Life Art four times, Jiang Ping, utterly exhausted, finished on time.

At this moment, another person reached the entry level of the Nourishing Life Art, it was Liu Wensheng, who had spoken to him in the afternoon.

"Congratulations."

Jiang Ping offered his congratulations and then turned to leave.

"Not practicing anymore?" Liu Wensheng was feeling proud, but noticed Jiang Ping, this little frog, was actually heading back to the dormitory, and it was not even an hour after dinner.

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Didn't he feel any pressure?

In truth, Jiang Ping did feel some pressure; the Nourishing Life Art didn't seem as difficult as rumored. In just three days, several people had reached the entry level.

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But when he glanced at his Fate, the pressure from others' breakthroughs dissipated somewhat.

Luckily, luckily, he wasn't doing too badly himself, almost at the third layer.

With double servings of beef tomorrow, his training progress should speed up.

Before long.

Jiang Ping returned to the dormitory, washed up briefly, and lay down on the bed, the day's fatigue slowly closing his eyes.

Just over an hour later, Jiang Ping's closed eyes began to twitch.

Because most of the others in the dormitory had returned and started chatting.

"Wasn't the Nourishing Life Art supposed to be difficult? How come in just three days, four or five people have reached the entry level?" Luo Tiegen expressed his confusion, having practiced diligently for three days without any progress.

"Who knows, that's what the servants at the escort agency said. Either that, or these people have a natural talent for martial arts." Sun Zheng's eyes flashed with a hint of jealousy, as he was among the last to memorize the moves.

"It's not talent!"

At this moment, a voice came from outside, it was Qian Dele, the last to return to the dormitory.

"Brother Qian, where did you go after your bath? I was looking for you." Sun Zheng approached with some curiosity.

"Went to the Outer Court to visit Chief Escort Liang." Qian Dele smiled mysteriously.

"Oh?" Luo Daniu raised an eyebrow, glancing at him. That Chief Escort was an 8th-Rank Martial Artist, could someone like them, a mere Trainee Escort, visit him?

But Qian Dele continued:

"Chief Escort Liang told me that the Nourishing Life Art is indeed difficult to practice. The reason a few people have reached the entry level in just a few days is mainly due to two reasons."

"First, we were born into humble backgrounds, doing laborious work like chopping wood since childhood, which is a form of physical training. Second, nourishment through eating is crucial for martial arts practice. Haven't you noticed that those who reached the entry level were the ones who chose to eat two servings of beef from the start?"

"So that's it, so they didn't reach the entry level quickly because of talent?" Luo Tiegen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Not entirely, Chief Escort Liang also said that reaching the entry level of the Nourishing Life Art isn't difficult, the real test of talent comes later. Whether one has talent requires long-term observation, leading in the first layer doesn't mean much." Qian Dele relayed the Chief Escort's words and added:

"Regardless of talent, mastering the fourth layer of the Nourishing Life Art, or even becoming a Martial Artist, requires food supplements. I suggest you all eat two servings of meat at each meal to quickly reach the entry level."

Everyone nodded, seeing the benefits of food supplements in martial arts from those who reached the entry level by eating two servings of meat.

However.

"One serving of beef costs ten coins, that's thirty coins a day, how much silver will it cost over time?" Sun Zheng looked at his old friends with a pitiful expression.

The others also showed helplessness. If they could become Escort Masters, it would be fine, but if not and were expelled from the escort agency, wouldn't the money be wasted?

Qian Dele shrugged, indifferent, but his fist strength was in the top five, so he didn't have to worry about money for now.

Luo Daniu pondered and asked, "Brother Qian, have you reached the entry level?"

Hearing this, everyone turned their gaze to Qian Dele.

He straightened his chest, nodding with a serious expression.

"What! Brother Qian reached the entry level." Sun Zheng's excited voice overshadowed everyone else, and Jiang Ping's eyelids twitched violently on the bed.

Luo Daniu was also surprised, then relieved. The other must have visited the Chief Escort not just to ask about the difficulty of the Nourishing Life Art, but to share his breakthrough as 'good news' to get closer to the Chief Escort.

But would an 8th-Rank Martial Artist care about a farmer who just broke through the first layer trying to curry favor?

Of course, that's not something he needed to worry about, the man was clearly enjoying his moment.

"No need to get excited, it's only natural, only natural. If they can reach the entry level, how could I fall behind?" Qian Dele chuckled.

"Of course, Brother Qian was the first among us to learn the Nourishing Life Art, how could he not break through? He'll surely be the first to reach the second layer in the future."

Luo Tiegen's voice sounded.

Although Jiang Ping was still in a daze, he could already imagine Luo Tiegen's fawning expression through the sound.

Then, they asked Qian Dele about sensing Blood Qi, and Qian Dele answered each question, seemingly satisfying their curiosity, but also showing off a bit.

As the conversation neared its end, Sun Zheng asked everyone about their training progress.

It seemed he intended to make this a 'tradition' in the dormitory.

Everyone spoke truthfully, with no signs of breakthrough.

"We're not Brother Qian, how could we progress so quickly? Let's sleep, tomorrow is the second Fist Strength Test, another chance for Brother Qian to shine." Luo Tiegen said with some envy.

"Let's sleep, let's sleep."

Luo Daniu was about to extinguish the candle, but Sun Zheng stopped him:

"Wait, there's still one person we haven't asked."

"Hmm?" Luo Daniu was puzzled, then raised an eyebrow slightly.

Sun Zheng stood on his bed, stretching his body, about to take the next step.

"Let's ask tomorrow, Brother Jiang is asleep, isn't this inappropriate?" Luo Daniu advised helplessly.

Waking a roommate just to ask about martial arts progress seemed a bit much.

But Sun Zheng didn't stop, shaking Jiang Ping vigorously with one hand.

Jiang Ping, who was half-asleep, suddenly woke up, his eyes slowly opening.

However, there was no confusion in his eyes upon waking, only coldness.

He had heard all the conversations in his daze and understood the confidence behind Sun Zheng's actions today.

Jiang Ping sat up in bed, twisting his body to loosen his muscles.

Beside him, Sun Zheng, without a hint of apology, spoke up, "Hey, how's your practice going?"

Jiang Ping didn't reply immediately, still stretching his body.

Below, Luo Daniu, seeing Jiang Ping's lack of reaction, thought he was easygoing and not angry, feeling slightly relieved.

But in the next moment.

Jiang Ping suddenly struck out, delivering a swift and solid slap.

Smack!

A crisp sound echoed instantly, and Sun Zheng instinctively cried out in pain, stumbling towards the ground.

Fortunately, he grabbed the bedpost, preventing a fall, but his legs trembled, eyes filled with shock.

If he had fallen, he would definitely have broken a bone, not to mention the injury, it would surely delay his martial arts progress.

Especially now, his left cheek was burning with pain.

Thinking of this, Sun Zheng, full of anger, glared at Jiang Ping and screamed, "How dare you hit me?"