In the morning, after Wang Fu had breakfast, he went down to the medicinal field to see if there were any new weeds that needed to be cleared. In the past month, he had repeatedly cleared the weeds in the ten medicinal fields that he was responsible for. Now he only needed to inspect them once a day to see if there were any new weeds. As for the weeds that were cleared, he used the small cauldron to absorb the essence and refine them into spiritual liquid.
"If these spiritual herbs are refined into spiritual liquid, the effect will surely be stronger than the water from Qingling Pond…" Wang Fu licked his lips as he looked at the spiritual herbs growing well in the medicine field. However, he just thought about it. Each of the spiritual herbs here had a specification and quantity. If even a little bit was missing, serious punishment would be imposed if discovered.
After walking around for a full circle and not finding any weeds, Wang Fu went back.
From afar, he saw a figure that filled him with hatred sitting in front of the house, staring at the other person without showing any expression. When he got closer, Wang Fu put away the hatred in his eyes and walked over with a forced smile.
"Wang Fu, I heard that you are quite capable. You carried 20 buckets of water in an hour. You must be very strong."
Zhang Heng crossed his legs and tapped the wooden table rhythmically with his fingers. He stared at Wang Fu with slightly narrowed eyes, with no sign of emotion.
"Brother Zhang, you are too kind. My limited skills are no match for yours, but I want to finish the work quickly and rest early." Wang Fu lowered his posture. He was not a hot-headed fool. He could only endure it because he was not as strong as the other party.
"Rest? Haha... Don't you just want more time to practice? There's nothing to hide. But you guys are as stupid as pigs. No matter how long you practice, you can't become a cultivator. You might as well do more work and get more merits by doing odd jobs. When the time is up, you can get more silver when you go down the mountain, don't you think?" Zhang Heng sneered, not hiding his disdainful look towards Wang Fu.
Wang Fu's mouth twitched slightly, and he was resentful in his heart, but on the surface he agreed with the other party: "Senior Brother Zhang is right."
"Well, since that makes sense, starting from today, you will carry fifty buckets of water to the spirit pond every day, how about that?" Zhang Heng stared at Wang Fu, his fingers leaving the wooden table, as if Wang Fu would kick him if he expressed even a word of disagreement.
Wang Fu knew that the man in front of him was ruthless and didn't give him any chance. He simply bowed his hands, nodded and bowed: "Brother Zhang, don't worry, fifty buckets of water is not too little."
"Haha...you're quite sensible." Zhang Heng stood up, glanced at Wang Fu sideways, and sneered disdainfully.
Watching Zhang Heng walk away with a proud look on his face, Wang Fu clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.
Without any unnecessary nonsense, Wang Fu just kept these humiliations in his heart.
After entering the house and taking a drop of spiritual liquid, Wang Fu began to practice. He already had a mature idea in his mind. Since he was asked to carry fifty buckets of water, he had a reason to stay by the Qingling Pond for a longer time. After all, he had thirty more buckets of water than others, so he had to rest. While resting, he took the opportunity to put the small tripod into the Qingling Pond...
A knock on the door interrupted Wang Fu's practice.
He was somewhat unhappy, so he had to temporarily suppress the burning spiritual fluid in his body, opened the door, and a dark face came over.
Seeing Huang Zheng smiling, perhaps because he was bullied by Zhang Heng, he felt a little disgusted for no reason.
"Junior Brother Wang Fu..."
"Brother Huang, is there anything I can say?" Wang Fu just wanted to get rid of him quickly.
"It's nothing, but I saw Senior Brother Zhang Heng coming to your place earlier. Did they bully you again?" Huang Zheng asked with concern.
Wang Fu nodded helplessly.
Huang Zheng immediately continued, "This is too much. Why do they ask you to carry 50 buckets of water every day? It's more than twice the workload of others. Add to that your own tasks, and you don't have time to practice... If you keep going like this, I don't know when you can draw Qi into your body and become a cultivator..."
Wang Fu raised his head and narrowed his eyes as he looked at Huang Zheng who was talking incessantly.
He never told anyone that Zhang Heng asked him to fetch fifty buckets of water every day, and he didn't believe that news of this had spread so quickly... The only possibility was that Huang Zheng had already known about this.
How could Zhang Heng ask him to fetch fifty buckets of water for no reason?
Huang Zheng cannot escape responsibility for this.
The more Wang Fu thought about it, the angrier he became. The spiritual fluid that had been accumulated in his body and had not yet been fully refined was like a ball of fire in his chest, and his face became ferocious.
"Huang Zheng..."
"Um?"
"How do you know that Zhang Heng asked me to carry fifty buckets of water?" Wang Fu asked loudly, glaring at him.
Huang Zheng was stunned for a moment, his eyes rolled around, and he said with a smile: "It has spread outside, I just heard about it too."
"It's spread? Haha..." Wang Fu sneered, "How long has it been since Zhang Heng left? Has it spread in such a short time? Could it be that he told everyone he met? Is he stupid? Or do you think I'm stupid?"
Wang Fu came very close, clenched his fists, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.
Huang Zheng laughed out loud.
"Haha... I was discovered."
"That's right. I was the one who told Zhang Heng to deal with you. Not only this time, but I was the one who tipped off last time as well. Otherwise, why do you think Zhu Zhen and the others knew about the newcomer so quickly? Humph... Why should a newcomer like you be assigned such an easy job? I don't accept it!"
"My family has been in the army for generations, so we have everything we need. How can a lowly person like you live an easier life than me? Zhang Heng's family is poor, and he wants his parents to live a good life. All he needs is a letter from me, haha..."
"What? You want to fight? Haha... With your small body..." Huang Zheng's true intentions were exposed, no longer as honest and simple as before. He pinched Wang Fu's clothes on his chest with a sneer, and patted Wang Fu's face, "I dare not resist Zhu Zhen and the others, but I can't deal with you?"
Wang Fu looked at Huang Zheng's proud expression.
"You're right. If I can't beat them, can I still beat you?"
The fist rushed forward and landed accurately on Huang Zheng's stomach. Huang Zheng's face changed, and the intense pain made his face distorted. He curled up and wailed softly.
"You dare to hit me! How dare you hit me!" Huang Zheng recovered his breath and immediately became fierce. He took a stance, which was obviously some kind of boxing technique, and punched Wang Fumen in the face, "You lowly person, kneel down!"
Before joining Luoyu Sect, Huang Zhengke had served in the army with his family. A mere untouchable actually attacked him, so he wanted to let Wang Fu know how powerful he was. Now that he had been discovered, he would beat him into submission.
Looking at the fist coming straight at him, Wang Fu always felt that Huang Zheng's speed was a little slow. He saw it clearly, even the fine hairs on the fist were clearly visible to Wang Fu.
He stretched out his hand, and Huang Zheng's fist seemed to have eyes and fell right into his palm.
Push your palms upward.
Click!
The sound of bones colliding suddenly rang out.
"ah!"
A scream was heard, and Huang Zheng pinched his right wrist with his left hand and fell to the ground in pain. He felt as if his hand was broken, and pain came from the gaps between his bones. He dared not move.
Wang Fu looked at Huang Zheng and said in a cold voice: "Go away, don't provoke me again, and don't trip me up again. If Zhang Heng and the others bully me again, I will beat you up no matter if it's you or not. I won't beat you to death, and the sect won't care if you break your hands and feet."
"You..." Huang Zheng was unwilling.
"Get out. If you don't get out, I'll break your other hand." Wang Fu said fiercely.
Huang Zheng gritted his teeth, with intense hatred in his eyes. He covered his wrist and staggered away step by step.
Seeing Huang Zheng disappear from sight, Wang Fu finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to the house. He leaned against the closed door, his heart pounding. This was the first time in his life that he had actually fought with someone.
"I didn't expect that I was so strong that I could injure Huang Zheng with just one palm strike. The spiritual fluid condensed by the small cauldron is really magical," Wang Fu clenched his powerful fist and marveled. "But the angry palm strike just now consumed a lot of spiritual fluid that had not yet been refined. It's not all my strength."
"I must speed up my training and draw Qi into my body as soon as possible. If Huang Zheng gets there first, he will definitely retaliate against me."
With this thought in mind, Wang Fu hurriedly continued to practice.
The days that followed were peaceful and busy.
Taking advantage of the mission, Wang Fu put the small tripod into the Qingling Pond every day and collected a lot of spiritual liquid. He swallowed the refined spiritual liquid every day. His strength became stronger and stronger, his senses became stronger and stronger, and his physique became better and better. Finally, one night a month later, he successfully led the spiritual energy into his body and officially stepped into the first level of Qi Refining.
On the other hand, Huang Zheng, who was injured by Wang Fu, held a grudge in his heart. Perhaps it was because of the hatred and the fact that he had been in the sect for a year, that he finally succeeded in drawing Qi into his body and became a cultivator of the first level of Qi Refining.
"Wang Fu, hehe... just wait for me... I'm going to ruin your journey to immortality this time. How can a newcomer be better than me...
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