There was only one thing that offered complete freedom...

"A Martial Certificate."

In other words, being entered into the Martial Arts Records.

Once your name was in the Martial Arts Records, you had the right to travel freely throughout the Great Yu.

No one would stop you, no matter where you wanted to go.

’If only I could get a Martial Certificate...’

Qin Fang couldn’t help but think.

But being entered into the Martial Arts Records was extremely troublesome.

At the very least, a Mingjin Martial Artist definitely couldn’t qualify.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t grant such great privileges.

Furthermore, Qin Fang only had a partial understanding of how to obtain one... At least, the original owner of his body had no such memories.

Letting out a long breath, Qin Fang put the letter away.

’Thinking so much about it is useless. For now, things are stable... and when all is said and done, it all comes down to strength.’

He had already seen clearly what the most solid "Dharma Certificate" in this World was... it was strength.

If he had Huajin Cultivation right now... or even higher...

Then this business with his Identity wouldn’t be so troublesome.

He wouldn’t dare say he could go up against the Government Office Entrance.

But at least he would have the right to speak, and the weight to make others listen.

’I have my Golden Finger. As long as I train diligently, I will eventually achieve something. This isn’t a problem!’

His Spirit gradually lifted.

...The threat from Wang Hu had been resolved anyway, and it seemed his master wouldn’t be forced into this conflict. That meant he could naturally focus on his Cultivation in peace!

...

For the next period of time, Qin Fang completely returned to his initial Cultivation rhythm.

It was even more relaxed than before, his heart completely free of burdens.

He cultivated every day, and his progress was gratifying.

When he felt his stamina could fully keep up, he even tried taking two Qi Blood Pills a day—one in the morning and one in the afternoon...

The results were astonishing.

In a single day, his proficiency increased by more than seventy points!

This made his eyes light up.

...It seemed the reason he could only take one Qi Blood Pill a day before was purely because his Physique couldn’t handle it.

Now that his Physique had caught up, his progress soared!

’At this rate, won’t I reach the Mid-Mingjin Stage in just ten days or so?’

This invigorated him.

He cultivated with even more vigor.

And as his Cultivation improved, his body underwent greater and greater changes. This was evident from his Training Method Cultivation...

He was no longer just grinding his skin with coarse sand, as it had become so tough that ordinary sand could barely scratch it. This amazed him... ’My skin hasn’t gotten any thicker, so how can it be so resilient?’

...All he could say was that the medicine his master gave him was incredibly effective.

The Martial Arts of this World were truly more than just empty talk!

He switched from sand to crushed stone for his skin grinding, and he had to find sharp, jagged pieces just to barely break the skin.

The pain was imaginable... but the immense improvement kept him highly motivated.

The weight for his daily squats also increased step by step.

He had previously reached five hundred jin, but in just a few short days, he increased it to eight hundred jin...

Going any higher was difficult.

Not because his strength had reached its limit.

But because he had run out of suitable objects...

This eight hundred jin was no longer a sandbag, but a large stone.

This stone was over a meter tall and a meter thick, like a stone pier... Qin Fang could barely wrap his arms around it, and then he would hoist it onto his shoulders to do squats.

Anything bigger would be difficult to move.

As for the punching bags, they had been completely refilled with stones... The switch was a bit brutal. On the first day, Qin Fang suffered greatly, his hands beaten to a bloody pulp.

But after just two or three days, he was already starting to adapt.

His fists grew harder, and his Physique grew stronger.

And under these circumstances...

His proficiency finally broke through 1000!

’Wild Bull Qi Strength Pile (Low Grade Root Technique) (Great Success): 1/5000’

The moment the panel updated, Qin Fang, who was in the middle of his Standing Pile, felt a sense of clarity flow through his muscles and bones, accompanied by a sound like rolling thunder!

Mid-Mingjin Stage, the thunder of muscles and bones...

Success!

...

’So, this is the so-called Qi Blood...’

The Epiphany from his breakthrough washed over him, and Qin Fang instantly felt the power surging within his body.

This sensation was far, far more real than anything before.

It was as if a great, surging river flowed within his body, and the river’s water was that surging power.

He could even seem to see it, clearly visualizing the ’river water’ flowing through his body!

Qin Fang recalled the punch his senior brother had used to send him flying that day. With that thought, he stood before a wooden Pile...

For his Training Method, he had set up many wooden Piles in his courtyard, each as thick as a person, looking like pillars. He had the Fish Dragon Gang bring them over.

Their bases were planted deep in the ground, making them very sturdy.

Qin Fang came to the wooden Pile, recalled the feeling of that punch, took a deep breath, and suddenly threw his right fist. It shot out with incredible speed, hurtling toward the Pile in what seemed like an instant.

But about a cun before making full contact with the Pile, Qin Fang’s fist came to a steady halt.

But the next moment...

BOOM!

He abruptly exerted strength from his waist and abdomen, and an immense, unstoppable force surged from his fist.

With a dull THUD, the wooden Pile immediately vibrated violently for a moment.

A small indentation appeared in front of his fist!

...This wooden Pile was extremely solid, yet this punch had actually sunk into the wood by one or two fen... If this hit a person, wouldn’t their bones shatter on the spot?!

Qin Fang’s eyes shone brightly.

...He was completely incapable of this before.

At most, he could only make the wooden Pile vibrate.

’This is true ’Vitality’... My previous strength was indeed dead. Because of that, my Techniques were stiff...’