The two barrels of monster blood were waste that others could not even throw away, but for him, they were real treasures that promoted his cultivation, equivalent to six Xuanqi Pills.
What others discard I take. This is something that is inexhaustible and can be used endlessly. It is the best resource that the Ye family gave to me for free when I was in the most difficult time.
Ye Xiangyang quickly disposed of the beast blood that had absorbed the energy, cleaned the wooden barrel inside and out, and ran to the Ye family's slaughterhouse.
The workers in the slaughterhouse are all peripheral personnel with low status, who make a living by the dirty and hard work of slaughtering monsters. When they see Ye Xiangyang so diligently, how he cleans the wooden barrels and calls everyone uncle when he brings them over, they all like him very much.
The man in charge of the slaughterhouse looked at Ye Xiangyang and said generously: "Child, as long as you need animal blood, it will be yours from now on."
The slaughter workers all laughed. It seemed that Ye Xiangyang was getting a good deal. In fact, they didn't have to pour out the blood or clean the wooden barrels themselves, saving labor. Why not
Ye Xiangyang was also very happy. He finally had a fixed source of energy, and he had energy to practice the Martial God Heavenly Art. He felt particularly relaxed and strode towards the martial arts training ground in the Ye family compound.
Ye Xiangyang came to the Ye family martial arts training ground. More than a thousand people stood in line, quietly waiting for the fourth elder to explain today's lessons.
People cast strange eyes on Ye Xiangyang. They seemed to want to see clearly how this thin and frail peripheral personnel could defeat Ye Xiangming, who was at the second star of Xuanshi. Could such a weak body really be born with supernatural power
"I heard that Ye Xianghui and Ye Xiangming were both defeated by this kid. Is that true? Looking at his physique, he doesn't look like he has supernatural powers."
"With so many people saying this, how could it be fake? It must be true."
"Who knows? I heard that this kid has special abilities."
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They didn't stop talking until the fourth elder arrived.
The fourth elder is known as the Thunderbolt Madman. He is strong and powerful, with a beard as long as a spear. He is one of the top masters of the Ye family and has the cultivation level of a four-star martial artist.
When the Fourth Elder came out, dressed in a grey robe, he was like a pillar supporting the sky, as if he was the only god in the place. He touched everyone's nerves and hearts, and all eyes were fixed on the Fourth Elder.
The fourth elder looked at the neatly-organized team and nodded. These were all elites of the Ye family and the main pillars of the Ye family in the future.
"Everyone, today I'm going to talk to you about basic skills. Maybe some of you have already understood it, but understanding it doesn't mean you already have such skills. As the saying goes, if you practice boxing without practicing skills, it will be useless when you grow old. Our family's Nanxiong Fist emphasizes might and strength, and dominating the world. This is the kung fu left by the first generation of Zhenhai Hou of our Ye family."
"Back then, our ancestor relied on this set of skills to become a famous general of our Jiuzhou Empire. He charged into battle and was invincible. He guarded the border for the emperor and was named Marquis Zhenhai."
Upon hearing this, excitement appeared on the faces of all the martial artists. The great achievements of their ancestors were vividly described in the family tree. They helped the Emperor of the Jiuzhou Empire to conquer the world, establish their kingdom, be crowned kings and marquises, and dominate the world. This was the greatest pride of everyone in the Ye family when the family reached its peak.
While remembering the memory of the ancestors, I also encouraged myself to practice well and strive to bring honor to the Ye family.
"There are three ways to practice Southern Bear Fist: Bear Charge, Tiger Pounce, and Eagle Strike."
"Bear-bear charge is a method of training the whole body, just like an old bear hitting a tree, one strike will produce results. Tiger pounce is a method of increasing momentum, just like a tiger coming down the mountain, shocking the forest, with unparalleled might; Eagle strike is a fast-moving footwork, just like an eagle hunting, swift and fierce to the extreme."
Next, the fourth elder demonstrated the bear charge. He used a chestnut wood as thick as a thigh. It was a hard wood grown in the mountains and was a common tool used by the descendants of the Ye family when practicing martial arts.
The Fourth Elder's body shook and he took a step forward. His meridians expanded and contracted, and he used his strength on his right arm. Then he swept it across like a general commanding thousands of troops, sweeping away all opponents like a whirlwind.
There were crackling sonic booms coming from his arms, and his arms were like iron rods, sweeping directly onto the chestnut wood stick.
With a snap, the hard chestnut stick was broken and flew more than ten feet away. It fell to the ground with a thud. The stick rolled more than ten feet away.
Ye Xiangyang secretly took a deep breath. It would be impossible to complete such a clean and neat blow without a force of more than a thousand pounds.
Afterwards, the fourth elder again explained some key points of practicing bear charge, tiger pounce, and bear eagle attack.
Ye Xiangyang's eyes were shining. These training methods were indeed more advanced than the ones he used last night. Although they were yellow-level techniques, they were also the result of thousands of trials and tribulations and the hard work of countless people.
After finishing the explanation, Ye Xiangyang rushed directly into the sandbag array and began to practice the bear charge. The six sandbags were moved by him, as if six people were attacking him together.
The sound of "bang bang bang" forcing Ye Xiangyang's body.
Everyone looked at Ye Xiangyang with pity in their eyes. This kid was talented and hardworking, but he was too strong-willed and had too many powerful enemies. Ye Xiangxiao, Ye Xiangti, Ye Xianghui... seven or eight people, along with the backgrounds behind them, would cause him endless losses and troubles in the future.
Yesterday, he crippled Ye Xianghui's hands. It would be strange if Ye Xianghui's brother and father would let it go.
Everyone's idea was good. At the assigned work site in the medicine garden, only three people were left: Ye Xiangguang - Ye Xianghui's brother, Ye Wentian, and Ye Wentian's wife Tang Wan'er.
Ye Wentian knew that the reason why Ye Xiangguang was reluctant to assign him any work was because his child had beaten up Ye Xiangguang's brother yesterday, and Ye Xiangguang didn't know that Ye Xianghui and eight or nine other people had almost beaten his son to death.
Revenge means Ye Xiangguang's unscrupulous and deliberate revenge.
Faced with revenge, Ye Wentian couldn't just walk away. There was not a grain of rice in the rice jar, and he had to rely on today's wages to buy rice for food.
So he had no choice but to step forward and say, "Director, please assign us some work."
Ye Xiangguang looked at Ye Wentian and his wife and sighed in his heart. They were the most ordinary peripheral staff of the Ye family. As a five-star Xuanshi, according to his status, he should not make things difficult for them. However, when he thought of his brother, whose hands were almost crippled, and the family actually did not care and just kept him in custody, the little bit of pity in his heart disappeared immediately.
"You guys go back, there is no work today." Ye Xiangguang said lightly.
Ye Wentian's heart trembled. Without work, his family would starve. Even though he was a proud person, he could only lower his head and said, "Director, I hope you can give us a job."
Ye Xiangguang smiled slightly: "There is a job, but it is quite tiring, so it is not suitable for you to do it."
As he spoke, he pointed to the piece of land at the foot of the mountain.
Ye Wentian looked at the purple-red land at the foot of the mountain, his eyes froze. That land was most suitable for the growth of silver spirit yam and was the hardest land in the medicine garden.
One person needs to deep plow two mu of land every day.
Ye Wentian's heart was trembling. Normally, one person would be assigned one mu of land per day, or two people would be assigned one mu of land, but now each person was assigned two mu of land.
This is an absolutely impossible task.
When you are under someone else's roof, you have to bow your head. Ye Wentian had no choice but to take it.
The couple took long pickaxes and started deep plowing in the land.
The pickaxe was lifted high and dropped heavily. With a bang, the pickaxe bounced up and left a palm-sized piece of purple-red soil. His hands were shocked and his arms were numb.