23: Medicinal bath
Hearing Wang Minglang's voice, Li Bo snapped back to reality, but the shock in his eyes was still evident.
Twenty repetitions! Did he not feel any pain?!
This was twenty repetitions! Even if he had already mastered the second layer of Iron Arm Fist, he absolutely couldn't achieve this level!
That kind of excruciating pain was something no ordinary person could endure!
Especially to be able to do this when he clearly knew it would hurt to continue, he was definitely a ruthless person! A ruthless person who was particularly harsh on himself!
Involuntarily, the idea in his heart of having Li Lang kowtow and apologize to Qin Jiang grew even stronger.
Clap, clap.
"What's wrong? I'm asking you a question?"
Wang Minglang spoke. He hadn't seen the process of Qin Jiang practicing Iron Arm Fist, only assuming he had completed his daily training.
Li Bo swallowed upon hearing this. "Master Wang, just now, just now Brother Jiang completed twenty repetitions!"
Hmm?
Wang Minglang looked at Li Bo, tilting his head. "What are you talking about?"
"I mean, just now, Qin Jiang, Brother Jiang, completed twenty repetitions!" Li Bo repeated.
Gasp—!
Wang Minglang's eyes widened. Li Bo's words were like a clap of thunder to him!
Without further delay, he strode directly towards Qin Jiang.
When he got close, he wanted to pull up Qin Jiang's arm, but seeing the layer of medicinal liquid, he stopped, bending down and bringing his head close to Qin Jiang's arms.
He looked as if he wished he could pluck out his eyeballs and stick them there.
"Something's not right, something's not right. It's twelve parts not right out of ten."
He mumbled to himself, feeling increasingly that something was off.
I created the Iron Arm Fist myself, how can I not understand it myself? No one should be able to do twenty repetitions!
Let alone twenty repetitions, even if one practiced the Iron Arm Fist to the third layer, it would be a maximum of sixteen repetitions! That kind of pain is unimaginable without experiencing it firsthand!
There was nothing he could do. The Red Tiger Gang's true Martial arts were not allowed to be taught outside, so he could only create a true Martial arts himself to sell for money.
Therefore, although it didn't improve his strength much, he would personally try it out. He couldn't just invent a true Martial arts that couldn't be practiced and deceive people, could he?
"Can you still lift your arm?" he asked.
Qin Jiang directly raised his arm, then replied affirmatively, "I can."
"Lift it for a while."
Saying that, Wang Minglang directly looked up at Qin Jiang's armpit, observed for a moment, and then showed an understanding expression.
Straightening up, he put one hand behind his back and stroked his beard with the other, smiling. "Indeed, you have already mastered the first layer."
As his words fell, the surrounding students immediately erupted in chatter.
"Mastered the first layer?! How is that possible?!"
"Yeah! Didn't he just learn it yesterday?! One day, he mastered it in one day?!"
"Wrong! Not one day! It was one night!"
Several students looked at Qin Jiang in unison, their eyes filled with shock, confusion, and a hint of fear—an inexplicable dread towards an incomprehensible existence.
Wang Minglang looked at Qin Jiang, his eyes filled with satisfaction.
Last night, he was a bit far away, and after Qin Jiang killed those two guys, he directly disposed of the bodies, which made it impossible for him to determine the specific strength of the two tomb robbers.
From this perspective, that one person and one demon should also possess the strength of true Martial Artists.
However, as soon as he thought of this, he inexplicably felt a sense of defeat.
As the creator of the Iron Arm Fist, he couldn't achieve Qin Jiang's level, which really made him lose Face.
Tsk, this kid's Aptitude is absolutely no less than his sister's, truly unbelievably good!
"Alright, stop staring, go do what you're supposed to do! Little Jiang, come with me."
He waved his hand and walked towards the main house.
The two entered the main house. Wang Minglang closed the door, and the room immediately darkened, but sunlight still streamed in from the window, so it wasn't completely dim.
He walked in front of Qin Jiang. "Raise your arms."
Qin Jiang raised his arms. The cool sensation of the Arm Cleansing Secret Medicine gradually faded, and he felt warmth on the surface of his arms.
"After applying the Arm Cleansing Secret Medicine, raising your arms can accelerate the absorption of the medicinal liquid."
Saying that, Wang Minglang extended both hands and squeezed Qin Jiang's shoulder blades.
Immediately, a vibrating force erupted from his fingertips, and Qin Jiang only felt a slight numbness in both arms.
After one breath, Wang Minglang withdrew his hands, his eyes filled with doubt.
No hidden injuries? In fact, the internal fascia was very elastic, even stronger than his own?
"You didn't undergo a medicinal bath, so how can there be no hidden injuries?"
One must know, the medicinal bath method of this Iron Arm Fist was the core of this Martial arts.
When he first created the Iron Arm Fist, it was based on this medicinal bath formula!
It could be said that the medicinal bath came first, then the Iron Arm Fist!
And this medicinal bath method could only be used for soaking after the Physical Body was on the verge of its limit. The closer to the limit, the better the effect.
It could not only repair the Physical Body but also embody the meaning of 'breaking and then standing', destroying the old and forging the new, achieving a transformation!
Of course, forging the new and such was the formula bragging.
Among the people who had undergone medicinal baths under him, there were at least eighty, if not a hundred, and not a single one had experienced the so-called transformation. Basically, they had only slightly strengthened, and the main effect was still to eliminate hidden injuries.
Qin Jiang lowered his arms upon hearing this. "Perhaps it's due to the Five Animals Play. I learned the Five Animals Play from Physician Baiyun before, and after mastering it, my body's recovery speed greatly increased. Without the Five Animals Play, I probably wouldn't have been able to do twenty repetitions."
Wang Minglang nodded slightly. "So that's it. I know the Five Animals Play; it's a type of health-preserving exercise. The Five Animals Play must have stimulated your innate talent, which is why you were able to achieve this effect."
After speaking, he walked to the bed, picked up his large pipe, and lit it. "However, the advantages accumulated by the Five Animals Play end here. You must diligently cultivate."
"I understand." Qin Jiang replied.
"Alright, go prepare in the west room. I'll give you a medicinal bath later," Wang Minglang said.
After thinking for a moment, he pouted. "It's free. Afterwards, you'll have one every half month until you master the third layer. Before the medicinal bath, you must reach your current state. The closer to the limit, the better the effect."
Qin Jiang nodded. "Understood, Uncle Wang."
Coming out of the main house, the students couldn't help but look at him, but they didn't actively come over to greet him.
Li Bo walked over, raised his hand as if to put it on Qin Jiang's shoulder, but after a thought, he lowered his arm and said with a smile, "Brother Jiang, shall we go? I told the boss to make a hearty dish!"
Qin Jiang smiled. "I have to wait a bit. Uncle Wang said he's going to give me a medicinal bath and told me to prepare in the west room."
Li Bo's expression changed upon hearing this. "A medicinal bath? Tsk, no, I have to go quickly, don't let them overcook my hearty dish!"
Saying that, he turned to leave, but Qin Jiang grabbed him. The immense strength caught Li Bo off guard, causing him to stumble.
"Is a medicinal bath very troublesome?" he asked.
Li Bo looked at Qin Jiang with some surprise. What great strength! And this was after twenty repetitions!
Was it innate Divine Power?
"It's not troublesome, but it takes a long time to soak, three to five hours. Alright, I won't say more. See you tonight."
Li Bo patted Qin Jiang's hand, then quickly left.
Qin Jiang watched Li Bo's retreating figure, then turned and walked towards the west room.
As soon as he pushed open the door and entered, he was met with a rich medicinal scent, somewhat bitter, but more of a sesame oil-like fragrance.
Looking inside the room, a large copper vat sat in the center. On the left wall was a shelf with various herbs, about twenty different kinds.
On the right, about a meter above the ground, was a trough. Below the trough were several stone implements for processing medicinal materials, very few in variety, much fewer than those in Old Doctor's backyard.
Walking to the trough, he washed off the medicinal liquid from his arms, then glanced at his panel: Iron Arm Fist (First Layer) (15/200).
He wondered how effective this medicinal bath would be, and how many days of hard training it could replace?
Less than a quarter of an hour later, Wang Minglang walked in. "Don't just stand there, take off your clothes and sit in the vat."