Li Wenguang was also in his forties, perhaps because of years of hunting and the use of Tiger Bone Ointment when he was younger.
His physique still seemed strong, not as aged as others his age.
However, when Wang Sheng tended to his body, he still found quite a few hidden internal injuries.
They were probably sustained while hunting.
Wang Sheng meticulously combed through these internal injuries,
and during the process, Li Wenguang spat out several mouthfuls of dark brown sullied blood.
Tending to a middle-aged person was much more difficult than to two ten-year-olds, and it took Wang Sheng about ten minutes to complete.
Li Wenguang’s wife, Aunt Li, also needed care, and both of their treatments were far from simple.
But after finishing, both felt much lighter in body.
“Yun Sheng, thank you for your hard work!”
There were no visible changes to their appearances; they didn’t look ten years younger, something Wang Sheng couldn’t achieve; he couldn’t reverse the passage of life, no matter how skilled he was.
Whether it was Uncle Li or Aunt Li, both were in their forties.
The greatest change for them was in their spirit; Wang Sheng had eliminated the longstanding ailments in their bodies, which greatly improved their essence, qi, and spirit.
This was something only they could deeply feel.
So Li Wenguang was very grateful.
Their lifespan was not extended, but, compared to before the treatment, they were definitely able to live longer.
Health is always the secret to longevity.
“It’s nothing, I’m just not familiar with this kind of thing, a rest will do.”
Indeed, it was because his use of Divine Thought was only at a beginner’s level, otherwise, he wouldn’t be so exhausted.
Yet this exhaustion was not without gain.
“Uncle Li, Aunt Li, if you are willing, you could try to start cultivating.”
With the physique of the two, thanks to spirit medicine-level ginseng provided by Wang Sheng and the occasional demon beast meat brought back by Li Yongfeng, their condition was actually quite good.
He had already noticed during the grooming that both were ready to begin cultivation and become Martial Artists.
Even becoming First Grade Martial Artists could extend their lifespan.
Li Wenguang pondered deeply over this suggestion; it was not a simple matter.
Wang Sheng didn’t interrupt; he simply left some Ten-Complete Great Replenishing Pills and bid farewell.
On the matter of becoming Martial Artists, he couldn’t offer more help; it was up to Li Wenguang and his wife to decide. He could only provide some resources.
Whether to cultivate or not was their choice.
…
After Liu Jian’an and Wang Lingwei became Martial Artists, several students from the school also became Martial Artists.
This time, Wang Sheng did not watch over them, but after their success, he helped groom their bodies. As he became more familiar with Divine Thought, his grooming became ever faster, essentially taking one minute per person.
A little over a month later, all the children in the school became First Grade Martial Artists.
Coupled with two villagers who exchanged Body Tempering Liquid to become Martial Artists, the number of individuals who had cultivated into Martial Artists within the village broke into double digits, reaching twenty-two.
Twelve were school students, all fresh First Grade Martial Artists.
Then there were the original five Martial Artists selected by Xu Qu.
Li Yongfeng, Li Xingpeng, Wang Shuwen, Zhou Yong, and Zhou Gu, a total of five.
Among them, Li Yongfeng had the best talent, and with occasional support from Wang Sheng, had reached Third Grade Martial Artist status, having made a big leap within the realm, and was likely to become a Fourth Grade Martial Artist soon.
The other four were Second Grade Martial Artists with similar progress, and it seemed they could become Third Grade Martial Artists soon.
Over just a little over two years, these were significant achievements. Naturally, they were nothing compared to Wang Sheng, but compared to the vast majority of Martial Artists, they were quite impressive.
According to Xu Qu, if they had life-or-death experiences, they might even achieve higher levels.
However, if they went out for such experiences, they wouldn’t have such an excellent cultivation environment, so it was unclear what the results would be.
Then there were the five who exchanged merits for Body Tempering Liquid to become Martial Artists, all First Grade, with slightly stronger combat abilities than the school students.
Even so, after a little more learning, the school students might surpass them in combat strength.
After all, the village didn’t have a Martial Artist training system.
Nevertheless, the village chief was planning to let these individuals attend the school periodically for further education, to learn even just a little bit more than knowing nothing at all was better.
A total of twenty-two individuals.
In the outside world, this was the foundation of a small-scale force.
If you also included Xu Qu and Zhang Ze, who had integrated into Qingshan Village, it amounted to a medium-small-scale force, not inferior to the Sun Family that had once been a threat to Wang Sheng, although the Sun Family had essentially been wiped out due to the Martial Artist plague and the Green Flood Dragon Gang.
Of course, if Wang Sheng and Yue were also counted, that would be exceptional.
Qingshan Village was a top force in the great Zhou territory, just slightly behind the forces at the Grandmaster level.
The village chief could wake up laughing from his sleep at the thought of the village strength reaching this level in just over two years.
Wang Sheng, however, felt indifferent; after all, he had nurtured the village’s Martial Artists, and all of them combined still couldn’t contend with him, including Yue.
Yet, with so many Martial Artists, the consumption within the village was also extraordinarily high.
Starting with food; if not for the demon beast meat that was hunted, just feeding twenty-two Martial Artists would be a significant expense.