Making a hot water bottle is very simple.

Simply boil water, then fill the leather bag with the scalding hot water, and it's done.

Moreover, the more water it contains, the better its heat retention effect.

After Shang Yanting finished repairing the wooden door and got into bed, his feet were scalded by a water bag placed at the foot of the bed.

That night, with a hot water bottle at his feet and a warm raccoon to his chest, he had a rare, comfortable sleep and even slept in late the next day.

The kitchen was already closed, and the tournament was about to begin.

He wasn't around the past two days, so it was bound to happen today.

Shang Yanting ate the dry rations he took out from the talisman and accepted a large bowl of water from Jia Xitong.

The water was actually quite warm.

He glanced at it casually and suddenly felt that the leather bag the raccoon was holding looked familiar. "Is this the water bag we used last night?"

"Yeah."

Jia Xitong poured the remaining water from the bag into a basin for him to use to wash his face, saying, "It's very clean!"

A once-refined young nobleman in disgrace: ...

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Today is the last day of the competition. Shang Yanting was chosen to fight a disciple from Shengyang Peak in the afternoon.

He has now broken through to the Martial Realm, and defeating a mid-stage Martial Apprentice is a foregone conclusion.

The winners of the first round have all been determined, and the trial competition is about to begin.

The preliminary round selects half of all disciples, while the trial round selects twenty from one hundred and four disciples.

The difficulty has increased.

Each disciple who wants to advance must participate in multiple competitions.

While some fail to make it into the top twenty, others emerge as dark horses, bursting into the public eye with their formidable strength.

"No way, the one from Qing Shuang Peak won again!"

"That's right! He's facing Senior Brother Wang Yang, who has already participated in the Rookie Competition once and whose strength has now broken through to the Martial Realm. Senior Brother Wang Yang didn't participate in the competition because of his three-year rookie period, but he's aiming for the top ten!"

"So, the one from Qing Shuang Peak has also broken through to the Martial Realm?!"

Throughout the entire Newcomer Competition, no more than twenty disciples broke through to the Martial Realm. Now, with one more, many peak Martial Apprentice disciples are feeling immense pressure.

"It seems that Qing Shuang Peak only has one disciple. It's normal for him to break through to the Martial Realm when the entire peak is dedicated to nurturing one person."

"Yes, that person entered the academy with top-three grades. I heard that all three peak masters were vying for him. In addition, the peak masters thought highly of him, personally teaching him and feeding him all kinds of treasures and pills. It's normal for him to produce a Martial Realm disciple every month."

"Sigh, I should have gone to Qing Shuang Peak back then."

...

Before, everyone thought Qing Shuang Peak was useless, but now they think it's the best. Everyone acts like if they had chosen Qing Shuang Peak back then, they would also be a master in the early stage of the Martial Realm.

Shang Yanting sat alone in a corner, eating as if it were none of his business.

Jia Xitong, dressed in the same disciple's robes as Shang Yanting, sat next to him with her head held high. She exuded an air of profound mystery, befitting the sophisticated style befitting her system.

afternoon

The midday sun was just right.

When it was Shang Yanting's turn to compete again, he finally encountered the people from the eight great families.

Song Yu'er's cousin, Song Zhong.

When she heard the introduction being given to the other party, Jia Xitong had a feeling that what was bound to happen was finally going to happen.

People of the Eight Great Families

With this cousin's luck, the male lead would probably tear him apart.

Song Zhong was somewhat arrogant.

A few days ago, he had broken through to the Martial Realm by taking a pill. He looked at his unremarkable opponent and said, "I've heard you're quite powerful. Then let me have a go at you."

Shang Yanting's smile was extremely gentle. "These are all rumors. Please, Young Master Song, show mercy."