Chapter 71

Song Shuhang understood that Medicine Master was indirectly helping him. The person who wanted to seize his spirit ghost likely had the strength of a True Master of the Second Stage or higher.

"Is this a magical treasure?" Song Shuhang asked.

"It's not even close to being a magical treasure. At best, it's a smoke bomb with biochemical attack power. I named it the Stink Pill!" Medicine Master said proudly.

The name had a strong flavor of the *Basic Diamond Fist Technique*.

"..." Song Shuhang held the Stink Pill: "Can I change its name, Senior?"

"What do you want to change it to? If you don't like it, just give it back to me!" Medicine Master said unhappily.

Song Shuhang quickly put it away: "Hahaha, actually, the more I think about it, the more I feel that Stink Pill is a fitting name. And since it's a gift from Senior, I have to accept it. It's a matter of politeness, yes, a matter of politeness!"

"Also, here's the body-tempering liquid. Consider it my gift, don't refuse it." Medicine Master took out a small portion of the body-tempering liquid he had refined and threw the rest to Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang had limited time. After helping him refine medicine every day, there was basically no time left for him to refine body-tempering liquid for himself. And he was now at a critical juncture of foundation building, with a high demand for body-tempering liquid.

"Thank you, Senior." Song Shuhang did not refuse; he really needed it, so there was no need to pretend.

But he would always remember Medicine Master's kindness.

***

In the afternoon, there were two classes, which ended at four o'clock.

His three roommates finally didn't skip the afternoon classes.

"Burp." Gao Moumou painfully rubbed his stomach, still feeling the aftereffects of the hangover: "Finally, class is over. These three classes felt like I was about to die."

His girlfriend, Yayi, tenderly rubbed his temples while giving Tubo and Shuhang a fierce stare with her big, innocent eyes. She had already learned from Li Yangde about the unscrupulous roommates who had heavily drunk Gao Moumou yesterday.

Yangde... he was a professional at selling out his teammates, both in real life and in games.

"Hey, I suddenly remembered I need to buy something. You guys don't have to wait for me tonight!" Tubo couldn't bear Yayi's resentful gaze and fled using the 'buying things escape technique.'

Song Shuhang cleverly followed: "I suddenly remembered I have to participate in a 5000-meter long-distance run tomorrow. I need to go to the track to practice, so you guys don't have to wait for me tonight!"

What he said was half true, half false. Practicing was true, but running was false.

At this point, his qi and blood had fully recovered, allowing him to practice the *Basic Diamond Fist Technique* again. So he planned to find a quiet place on campus to practice the fist technique.

Would the second practice bring his constitution to a new level, like the first one did?

...

...

This time, Song Shuhang changed his practice location. He came to an abandoned teaching building in the third district of the university town.

This teaching building was built ten years ago, originally intended for graduate student experiments. However, last year, a fire broke out in the building. Although there were no casualties, the building became a dangerous structure after the fire and was abandoned. The reconstruction plan had not been implemented yet, so no one came here for the time being.

This was one of the places Song Shuhang found on the campus network that was suitable for practice.

"The location is good, with almost no human scent. Before it is rebuilt, it can serve as a fixed place for practice on campus." Song Shuhang was very satisfied with this place.

He closed his eyes and recalled the eighteen moves of the *Basic Diamond Fist Technique* in his mind. Then, he took out the bottle containing the 'simplified body-tempering liquid' from his pocket and drank it.

He waited quietly for the medicine to spread and burst in his body.

"Almost there!" Song Shuhang opened his eyes and assumed the starting stance of the basic fist technique.

"Focus on the eyes, movement and stillness originate from the waist... the body is like a bow, the feet generate power... the fist moves like a mountain collapsing."

He muttered the fist technique's mnemonic, and the basic fist technique began to unfold.

The sound of a large bell rang in his ears again, and the spiritual energy in the world was mobilized by the mnemonic, converging on him. The spiritual energy pressed on his body, wrapping around his fists, tempering his body.

With the help of the spiritual energy, each punch felt like he had thrown thousands or even tens of thousands of punches.

His body quickly heated up, qi and blood surged and accumulated. Compared to the first practice, the qi and blood surged even faster.

Sweat poured down, but he felt incredibly satisfied.

This time, when Song Shuhang performed the basic fist technique, he no longer pursued sheer power. Instead, he varied his punches, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, just like the indistinct face of the fist technique master he saw in the 'illusion space.'

The spiritual energy wrapped around Song Shuhang, and as he performed the fist technique, a small amount of spiritual energy dispersed.

The foul smell in the air quickly dissipated, transforming into the fresh air of a new morning under the influence of the spiritual energy...

A mountain doesn't need to be high; with a spirit, it becomes magical. The spiritual energy stirred by cultivators during practice gradually integrates into the practice site over time, making the place rich in spiritual energy.

His movements were swift, and the eighteen moves of the fist technique were quickly completed.

Immediately, the qi and blood in Song Shuhang's body overflowed, turning his entire body red!

"Is it done?" He couldn't believe it.

Yesterday, when he practiced the *Basic Diamond Fist Technique*, it tortured him to the point of near-death, and he almost couldn't continue several times.

But today, except for a slight soreness, he smoothly completed the entire set of the fist technique!

Was it because his body had adapted to the *Basic Diamond Fist Technique* after one successful practice?

Or had his physical strength increased significantly overnight?

However, now was not the time to think about these things.

Taking advantage of the boiling and overflowing qi and blood in his body, Song Shuhang quickly circulated the *True Self Meditation Sutra*, using his mental power to guide the overflowing qi and blood into his heart aperture.

This was the second strand of qi and blood in his heart aperture.

After doing all this, Song Shuhang sat on the ground, panting heavily. His body was still a bit weak, and he still couldn't perfectly control the amount of overflowing qi and blood absorbed by the *True Self Meditation Sutra*, but it was much better than being unable to move a finger last time.

After resting for about four or five minutes, Song Shuhang's strength was fully restored.

He clenched his fist lightly, feeling a continuous surge of power, giving him the illusion that he could split mountains and rocks.

Song Shuhang looked around and then took a step, naturally performing the footwork that matched the *Basic Diamond Fist Technique*, taking two steps to the nearest wall.

He punched straight with his right fist, without any spiritual energy, just a regular straight punch.

Bang!

A dent appeared in the hard wall.

Song Shuhang looked at his fist, which was unharmed except for a bit of wall dust. The foundation-building fist technique comprehensively enhanced his body, not just his strength but also his overall physical strength.

This change far exceeded his imagination—just two practices had strengthened his body to this extent.

Song Shuhang assumed the stance again, this time using the punching method of the *Basic Diamond Fist Technique*, and punched the wall again.

Bang!

The wall was punched through, but the force was concentrated, leaving only a fist-sized hole. The damage area was smaller, but the destructive power was several times greater!

Inspired, Song Shuhang kept punching, destroying the poor abandoned teaching building. He continuously tried various force application methods in the basic fist technique, from heavy punches to soft palms, practicing all eighteen moves.

Dust flew in the abandoned teaching building.

This was the legendary skill of tearing down walls with bare hands. If advanced, it would be tearing down mechas with bare hands!

After a long time, Song Shuhang was satisfied. Looking at the pitted walls of the teaching building, he pinched his chin: "I really have a talent for being a demolition worker."

Now, in the eyes of ordinary people, he was already considered a martial arts expert, right?

And he had only practiced the foundation-building fist technique twice.

I wonder how strong I will be after completing foundation building?

And how much qi and blood does it take to fill the heart aperture?

"If only I could increase my physical strength faster, it would allow my qi and blood to recover more quickly, and I could practice more times each day." Song Shuhang muttered.

Qi and blood pills and such were not something to consider in the short term.

"Besides practicing the *Basic Diamond Fist Technique*, is there any other way to enhance my overall physical strength?" Song Shuhang asked.

Should I ask the seniors in the group?

"Chirp, I can answer you, Mr. Demolition Worker Song Shuhang." A voice that was both cute and seductive sounded in Song Shuhang's ear: "The method to increase physical strength is actually very simple."