Chapter 77 He Cheng’s Gift
Wang Yao did not hide the fact that he was already number one on the Yellow List. Anyway, the news would definitely come in the next day at the latest and the Yellow List would be updated.
In Zhang Yun's room, Wang Yao was honest with them and directly told them his next plan, which was to undergo a blood transfusion immediately.
"Don't worry, many of our apprentices' families have donated a lot of money, which is enough to support your blood transfusion." Zhang Yun made the decision and looked at Wang Yao seriously.
When she was in the Kuanglang Gang, she never thought that there would be someone ranked first on the Yellow List around her. What does it matter if such a genius came from the Kuanglang Martial Arts School and spent all his family wealth?
During the blood transfusion period, warriors need some blood-replenishing herbs and a large amount of meat to ensure sufficient qi and blood.
The Kuanglang Gang is too low-level, so of course they don’t know what the martial arts list means. They only know that it can prove their strength and promote the gang’s reputation.
Most masters on the Yellow List would try to stay on the list for a few years so that they could receive more martial luck, but Wang Yao was different.
His core purpose in this world is to obtain the origin point, and he does not need martial luck to help him break through.
Next, Wang Yao prepared to stay in the backyard and refuse visitors, and would not see anyone else during the blood transfusion.
However, just the next day, Wang Yao was slapped in the face. Fortunately, he was still in the stage of replenishing his qi and blood.
"Deacon He, thank you for coming. I apologize for not welcoming you in person!" After receiving the news, Wang Yao had to come out to meet him.
"You and I will soon be fellow travelers. Don't be polite. You can just call me He Cheng from now on." He Cheng saw that Wang Yao's energy and blood were faintly overflowing, and guessed something.
"Deacon He, you are too kind. What brings you here today?" Wang Yao was no fool, so he called him by his name.
Not to mention that he is the deacon of Nandoumen, he is also a master listed on the Xuanbang, and the three levels of martial arts must include more than just the first one.
He Cheng took out a stack of papers with a smile, handed it to Wang Yao and said, "This is a gift from our Nandoumen. The five large mansions around here are all yours. Being number one on the Yellow List is really shocking."
Wang Yao flipped it open and saw that it was indeed a stack of house deeds. He did not refuse and handed it to Wen Bingdie in front of her surprised eyes.
"Deacon He, I will accept this generous gift. If you need anything in the future, please tell me directly." Wang Yao didn't want to offend others within their sphere of influence. After all, the blood feud was with the Juling Pavilion.
He Cheng was waiting for Wang Yao to say this, so his next words sounded more sincere.
"Brother Bian, why don't you spend two more years on the Yellow List? You know, rushing into things too quickly isn't a good idea."
Wang Yao nodded. He Cheng almost said it out loud, and he also accepted the favor.
He said directly: "Thank you for the reminder, Deacon He, but the broken mirror incident is not something I can suppress just because I want to. Besides, if I can be number one on the Yellow List, can't I be number one on the Mysterious List?"
He Cheng sighed slightly. Coming from Nandou Sect, he knew how great the martial fortune of being number one on the Yellow List was. He didn't expect that the young man in front of him didn't cherish it at all.
This is the disadvantage of being born in a small force. Since childhood, you have not received good guidance and there is no systematic inheritance. Now you have reached the top of the Yellow List, but you can't suppress the bottleneck.
"Then I'll take my leave first. I wish you a smooth blood transfusion. My men will try their best to keep an eye on you." He Cheng bowed and left, but he did not forget to repay the favor.
"Senior Sister, is my Four Gentlemen Soup ready?" Wang Yao asked Wen Bingdie beside him after sending He Cheng away.
Wen Bingdie clutched the property deeds tightly in her hand, nodded, and said, "It's ready. I've been keeping it warm over low heat. I'll bring it to your room right away."
Wang Yao glanced at Wen Bingdie, and thinking that there were too many apprentices here, some would be too busy, he said, "Sister, how about this? Send the other instructors to other houses, and only keep the core disciples here."
Although Zhang Yun is the nominal owner of the museum, Wang Yao's words are more effective than Zhang Yun's now.
Wen Bingdie asked in confusion, "Xiaojiu, why is this? Wouldn't it be better to teach martial arts together?"
Wang Yao pointed at Wen Bingdie's little head. She looked dazzling with the butterfly hairpin on her head.
He explained: "Practicing together like this has no motivational effect. We can also divide the ranks into core, inner, and outer sects like before. Only those who pass the monthly and ten-day assessments can come here to practice martial arts.
And you can spread the word that anyone who learns the Wild Wave Fist within a month will have the opportunity to become my disciple."
Wen Bingdie suddenly realized what was going on and immediately rushed to find Zhang Yun to tell her about it, not forgetting to call a few teachers.
Wang Yao already knew some talented disciples who had almost mastered the basic boxing techniques, so he wanted to try to stimulate their potential and see if there were any true geniuses.
No one brought him medicine, so Wang Yao had to go to the kitchen by himself. There was a little maidservant beside the medicine stove, trying to keep an eye on the fire. In fact, there were many more maidservants since he hadn't been home for a month.
Seeing Wang Yao coming over, he was so scared that he quickly stood up and greeted him. Wang Yao touched his face and asked, "Do you know who I am? Why are you so scared of me?"
The little maid shrank her neck timidly and whispered, "You must be Master Bian Jiu. You are the only one who can enter the backyard."
After Wang Yao found out, he discovered that the extra maids and apprentices in the mansion were all family members of former disciples of the Kuanglang Gang. These maids had no talent for martial arts and could only be supported by the martial arts school.
After confirming that the medicine she was looking after was Sijunzi Decoction, Wang Yao took it upon herself, poured a bowl, and smelled it. The smell of this Sijunzi Decoction was quite strong.
However, the effect of drinking it was very good. My whole body suddenly became warm and the blood in my body began to surge.
There's also Sijunzi Decoction, which is made up of Codonopsis pilosula, Atractylodes macrocephala, Poria cocos, and Licorice root, and Siwu Decoction, which is made up of Chuanxiong, Angelica sinensis, Rehmannia glutinosa, and White Peony Root.
The combination of Siwu Decoction and Sijunzi Decoction is called Bazhen Decoction, a classic medicinal soup for replenishing qi and blood. Adding cinnamon and astragalus to Bazhen Decoction makes it Shiquan Dabu Decoction.
These are the most commonly used and effective prescriptions for replenishing qi and blood by warriors. The effectiveness is often related to the age of the medicinal materials.
One bowl, two bowls, Wang Yao finished the whole earthenware jar of Four Gentlemen Soup in one breath, and his face began to turn red.
Slowly the red color spread all over the body, and the skin turned red all over.
Wang Yao suddenly felt a chill in his nose. He wiped it with his hand and found it was blood.
"How old are these medicinal herbs? The effect is too strong." Wang Yao asked the stunned maid beside him with some embarrassment.
The maid stammered, "It's been at least fifty years. Sister Wen spent three hundred taels to make this earthenware jar."
Wang Yao smiled helplessly. He said, "You're replenishing me like this right away. You're not worried that I won't be able to replace my blood in time."
"Tell her that I will start my retreat soon. Don't disturb me unless I go out by myself." Wang Yao covered his nose and ran towards his room while instructing the maid.
The blood transfusion began.
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