‘Let’s see, I showed my face to the injury feigning man for so long…he should be able to remember me. Who knows when he’ll come to the college town with a group of cronies to lynch me?’ Song Shuhang tossed the bulging wallet up and down, hoping that the man would get a group to gang up on him, so that he could train his basic fist technique.
Actual combat could deepen his understanding of basic fist techniques.
Although, as a cultivator, using normal people to practice was somewhat shameful… at his current stage, there were no other good opponents. He’d better get stronger faster and find a suitable practice partner!
After finding something to feed his stomach, Shuhang hurried to Medicine Master’s residence and helped optimize Body Tempering Liquid as usual.
This time, Medicine Master added two more normal Chinese medicinal herbs, increasing the final portion of ‘Body Tempering Liquid’ by one spoonful.
