Unaware that he was about to face danger once again, Dao Chengyi continued to practice martial arts at the martial arts school as always, with less than four days left before he could "plant flesh".
Fewer and fewer people are coming to the martial arts school to practice. Most people are starting to look for various unorthodox methods and ways to help themselves improve their success rate.
People in the city are different from people in the village. People in the village usually rely on meat masters arranged by the government once every five years to receive meat, and the success rate is naturally not guaranteed.
The last time in Woniu Village, it was arranged in advance by the village chief through connections. It was essentially a hiring, so the money spent was naturally not a small amount. Moreover, it was only because Master Li and the village chief Niu Fen had a past relationship that it was possible.
Those in the city who have the means will adopt a gentler approach, not by cultivating the meat in the original way, but by combining the meat with a fixed herbal formula for consumption.
The success rate of planting meat in this chapter is not low, and the mutation coefficient is greatly reduced. If you are lucky, you can also inherit the special characteristics of the meat demon that is the source of the meat seed to a greater extent.
The saying "the poor rely on mutation, the rich rely on technology" still holds true to some extent, but as a beneficiary, Dao Chengyi is naturally happy about this.
Today may be another ordinary day, but during the morning exercise, Min Hao, who had been silent for who knows how long, walked over with a big smile on his face once again.
"Brother Min, what brings you to such a merriment today? It's been a long time since we last met. Have you been seeking a new path to wealth?"
"Is he planning something to test me again?" Dao Chengyi thought, stepping forward to warmly welcome the traitor in front of him.
"Well, it's a long story. Recently, an elder in my family had an accident and suffered a tragedy, so I had to participate in the funeral. After that, I encountered some trivial matters, which delayed me. I was leaving early and returning late, so I could only come to the martial arts school intermittently."
When Min Hao talked about this, his smile turned into frustration. It was true. Because the person the organization sent out had died, the organization was on high alert and immediately went into hiding. He was also afraid that this smiling brother in front of him would break down the door and bring his men to beat him to death.
The two, who were each missing each other terribly, greeted each other warmly as if they were brothers. It wasn't until the atmosphere was just right that Minho revealed the secret behind the smiles.
"Brother Chengyi, do you know why I came to the martial arts school so happily instead of looking gloomy?"
Min Hao looked around and spoke in a low voice.
"Isn't it because you're happy to see me again after so long?"
You...
Min Hao's smile froze, and looking at Dao Chengyi, who seemed genuinely clueless, he had no choice but to explain further.
"I've obtained a foolproof prescription that can further protect a person's heart and body, preventing infection by the flesh. It's an essential medicine for the foundation of cultivation."
Dao Chengyi felt a little mocking. "What's the difference between this and the cultivators in cultivation novels who trick people into going to ruins?"
“Those things are so precious. Brother Minhao, you think highly of me and share them with me. I am grateful, but using them on me would be a complete waste. If you have this medicine, you should offer it to the Mu family. They will be rich beyond measure.”
"I have a little talent, but it's just a mere foundation in the Dao. It's just a small bump in my life, and I can get over it in one step."
Seeing that Dao Chengyi was clearly uninterested, Min Hao knew that he wouldn't be able to coax Dao Chengyi out of this situation, so he changed his tune.
“This is a misconception, Brother Cheng. The path of martial arts is long and arduous. Martial artists undergo three rounds of training, which is time-consuming and energy-intensive, and requires resources. Martial masters, on the other hand, need to hunt demons and fight to the death, risking their lives to devour new demons in order to obtain resources for their progress.”
"Upon reaching the Martial Marquis realm, one must activate the God of the Mud Palace and master the Great Treasury of the Physical Body in order to shed the skin and transform into a dragon, turning mud into steel. Countless geniuses have fallen and countless bones have been laid in the process."
The value of martial arts lies in its refinement. There are no mediocre people on the path to the peak. There are always hurdles to overcome. Without inheritance, advanced martial arts, and superior physical attributes, one can only seek survival through death, like a cicada shedding its shell, a silkworm turning into a butterfly, or a snake transforming into a dragon, traversing life and death to ascend.
At this point, Min Hao couldn't help but feel sad. Only those who have experienced the cruelty and bloodshed of martial arts can understand the precariousness of the precipice.
"If this medicine only had this effect, it might only be considered rare. But the greatest advantage of this medicine is that it can be used for different stages of advancement depending on the different medicinal materials."
"Martial artists can use it, martial masters can use it, and martial marshals can use it even more!"
"Then it must not be complete, and the medicinal materials required are not commonly available."
Dao Chengyi's quiet words interrupted Min Hao's endless chatter.
"Uh, cough cough, this medicine isn't with me. It's among the belongings of my deceased relative. I'm a man of honor, so I'd never steal it by trickery or force. That's why I'm going to buy it."
"It's not expensive, only three hundred taels! I looked at the prescription. Although it only covers the part for martial artists, someone with a good medical background might be able to deduce the rest. The herbs are indeed precious, but they're all things that can be bought in Qingmang City!"
Seeing Min Hao's confident declaration, Dao Chengyi was too lazy to continue.
"In that case, I'll go and talk to the Third Young Master. Perhaps he'll be happy to do so."
I thought Minho would refuse, but to my surprise, he agreed immediately and, as if afraid that Daocheng would refuse, invited him to go for drinks.
This left Daocheng completely bewildered. With doubts in his heart, he refused, saying that he would stay at the martial arts school and go to see the Third Young Master the next day.
Watching Min Hao leave, Dao Chengyi was unsure what he was up to. It seemed that the surveillance efforts needed to be increased, otherwise the information network was still too shallow.
Having decided not to go out today, Dao Chengyi didn't even eat the food brought from home, focusing all his energy on making final preparations at the martial arts school.
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