Chapter 100: Chapter 99: Body Refining and the Old Scholar’s Essays (Big Chapter for Yue Tickets, Recommendation Tickets!)_2
He had never seen such fast absorption before.
So he suggested, “Village Chief, you can pour some more in.”
The Village Chief didn’t hesitate and immediately had someone pour more Body Tempering Liquid and hot water into it.
The absorption rate remained unchanged.
Although Wang Sheng lacked the concept in this area, he also understood that Liu Jian’an’s talent was probably not simple.
Other children also had varying speeds.
However, no one could match Liu Jian’an’s speed.
As time slowly passed, apart from Liu Jian’an, another person poured in Body Tempering Liquid and freshly boiled hot water.
Her name was Wang Lingwei, a six-year-old little girl.
Her talent was also considered quite good.
It wasn’t until half an hour later that everyone stopped absorbing.
In the end, Liu Jian’an had poured Body Tempering Liquid three times, but he only absorbed about half of the third batch; Wang Lingwei almost completely absorbed her second batch.
There was another named Zhou Tian who absorbed about half of his second batch of Body Tempering Liquid.
From this, it was apparent that these three had the highest potential.
“It’s somewhat astonishing that three people absorbed up to the second batch of Body Tempering Liquid…”
Zhang Ze muttered to himself.
The inferior versions of Body Tempering Liquid he had worked on before had no one absorbing a second batch; some barely absorbed the first.
This village not only had a Grandmaster Level Martial Artist but also very talented next generation.
But overall, it still looked like an ordinary village.
It truly was somewhat magical.
Wang Sheng was also somewhat surprised himself; he could tell that these children’s talents were not particularly poor.
But it made no sense!
Qingshan Village was undoubtedly just an ordinary village, yet the talents of the children in this age group were uniformly quite good, even including two with excellent potential.
Liu Jian’an could be said to be an outsider, but what about the others?
“A coincidence?”
Wang Sheng couldn’t quite understand.
Of course, whether he understood or not, having talented individuals was a great thing for the village.
One could understand this just by looking at the Village Chief’s smiling face.
Wang Sheng then approached Liu Jian’an.
Liu Jian’an was naturally aware of Wang Sheng’s presence and showed great respect.
“Brother Wang!”
“I want to examine your body.”
“Okay!”
Wang Sheng took one of his arms and then mobilized his own Qi Blood Power, circulating it in Liu Jian’an’s body.
Liu Jian’an only felt a terrifying force reaching him; there was no malice, but his body instinctively feared it.
However, Wang Sheng soon withdrew his Qi Blood Power.
He mainly wanted to see the effects of the Body Tempering Liquid.
He was not aware of Liu Jian’an’s previous constitution, but now he was very robust, and his body’s Qi-Blood was extremely active; if equipped with a suitable Cultivation Technique, he might quickly become a true Martial Artist.
But the activity soon calmed down, settling in.
It seemed to become dormant, turning into a foundation, ready to burst out when needed.
“Is this laying the foundation?”
If so, actually everyone could use this method.
Of course, provided there were sufficient resources.
Zhang Ze had suggested young children use it, probably considering that the previous blood of a wild wolf comparable to a Martial Artist wasn’t quite enough, so it could only be given to a few people.
After completing the check-up, Wang Sheng looked at the Village Chief and said, “Village Chief, the Body Tempering Liquid made from Evil Flood Dragon Blood can be diluted for use by suitable people in the village. It can also increase the chances of becoming Martial Artists. Of course, the Body Tempering Liquid can also be used to enhance the strength of existing Martial Artists. Ultimately, the decision is up to you.”
While he had used quite a bit of the Evil Flood Dragon’s blood, there was still plenty left in the village.
After this test, there were many more directions to utilize, but the blood was no longer of any use to him, so he simply let the village chief make the decision.
The village chief also fell into deep thought.
How should the Body Tempering Liquid be used?
He did not ponder long and soon made a decision.
“Let’s stay calm!”
Wang Sheng, standing by, heard the village chief’s words and roughly understood the choice.
It seemed the village chief had made the wisest and best choice, using those resources to enhance the strength of the Martial Artists in the village and to train the next generation.
While widespread use could have produced many Martial Artists in the village, it would have been a wasteful choice.
Just like with the children absorbing the Body Tempering Liquid, the village chief saw more clearly the gap in potential; some people might become Martial Artists, but that did not necessarily mean they would become powerful to a certain degree.
He discussed a lot with Xu Qu and Zhang Ze, knowing that many people only reach the First Grade Martial Artist in their lifetime and find it difficult to step into the Second Grade, so a cautious decision was still needed.
All the children finished their Body Refining, dressed, and stood in front of Zhang Ze.
“Do you feel full of energy now?”
“Yes!”
“Then start moving, let your body adapt to this feeling.”
All twelve children were spurred on to train.
Although the Body Tempering Liquid didn’t need digestion, it still required adaptation to the body’s changes, otherwise it could cause trouble.
Watching these children leave, Scholar Jiang looked envious and then turned to the village chief to ask, “Village chief, should I continue teaching?”
For the vast majority of people in this world, becoming a Martial Artist was more important than anything.
These children had the potential, and in his view, they should continue to train and become Martial Artists.
“Why not teach? Establishing a village school is not just about teaching a bit, Scholar Jiang, you can’t just give up.”
“Isn’t becoming a Martial Artist more important?”
The village chief was undisturbed and said, “Aren’t they training every day? Moreover, they are all still young, and that training is completely sufficient. Besides, Tongwen once said, having strength without a controlling heart only leads to disaster.
Moreover, these are children; controlling power too early, if their self-control is strong it’s fine, but if not, it isn’t a good thing.”
Village Chief Zhou Zhengwen was always very clear-headed.
Wang Sheng, hearing this, grew more curious about the old Scholar, also his former teacher.
In his memory, he had memories of the old Scholar, but most were about teaching, not much else remained.
Yet he was very clear that although the old Scholar was a scholar, his knowledge, awareness, and vision did not seem like those of a typical “Scholar.”
“Village chief, was Mr. Zhou really a scholar?”
Old Scholar Zhou Tongwen had also been Wang Sheng’s past teacher.
Tongwen? Actually, I’m not very clear; Tongwen also came from Qingshan Village and was a distant relative of mine. But he disappeared for many years.
When he returned to Qingshan Village again, he was already about 30 years old. He said he failed the imperial examinations many times and planned to return to Qingshan Village to educate others. As for other things, I saw he looked very disappointed, so I didn’t ask much.
Zhou Zhengwen himself was of course suspicious, but at the time there was no error in verifying identity, and since the old Scholar didn’t wish to speak of it, he didn’t inquire further.
Wang Sheng didn’t expect this kind of answer.
“Village chief, did Mr. Zhou leave behind any essays or the like? I want to take a look!”
“Tongwen gave all his books to the village, but I still have a few at home. If you want to read them, I can bring them to you later.”
“Okay, thanks a lot, village chief.”
“No problem, Tongwen said before he left that if anyone wants these essays, just give them directly; they are not important. If you’re interested, you might as well take them from me now!”
Since they didn’t have any business here, Wang Sheng went to the village chief’s home and got those books.
Books, during the move, were regarded with great importance by the village chief, who specifically arranged for a Martial Artist to transport them.
Before long, Wang Sheng received three old books.
“These are not just essays left by Tongwen, I have read them too. Although I have forgotten much, the content doesn’t seem to have anything special.”
If there were any significant content, the village chief felt he would not have forgotten it.
“It’s okay, I’m just looking randomly; I’ll return the books after I finish.”
“Don’t rush, just don’t lose them; take your time.”
After acquiring the essays, Wang Sheng returned home and began flipping through them…