Medicinal Bath and Coach (2300+)

Translator: Cinder Translations

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In the herbal medicine room, the words of the Third Elder echoed in the air.

Next to him, Cao Tong's eyes were wide with astonishment. Once he came to his senses, his gaze turned towards Chen Feng, filled with admiration and anticipation.

"Personal disciple?"

This was the first time Chen Feng had heard this title.

"Above true disciples, below the Sect Leader."

"In terms of status, they are even higher than this old man."

The Third Elder said casually, while Cao Tong added: "In the whole sect, only the little martial uncle is a personal disciple."

"He has the right to participate in all the sect's industries, but he is so devoted to martial arts that he pays no attention to these matters."

Although these words seemed scattered, Chen Feng understood the meaning.

A personal disciple held a high status, second only to the Sect Leader.

They had the right to participate in the sect's industries, implying they had abundant resources.

Chen Feng couldn't help but feel a bit tempted.

He had personally experienced the effect of the secret medicines twice, and they were no less powerful than the Limit Breaking Light Orb.

If he could really receive sufficient resources, his strength would certainly improve much faster.

"Thank you, Third Elder."

Chen Feng decisively agreed and respectfully cupped his fists in gratitude.

This was an opportunity, and the Third Elder was the one giving it to him.

"Don't get too excited yet. The selection for personal disciples isn't so simple."

The Third Elder calmly accepted Chen Feng's salute, his expression turned serious, and he continued, "Although your strength is good, it still lacks some refinement."

Chen Feng was somewhat surprised by this remark, as he believed that no core disciple in the entire Jinhua District would be able to match him in direct combat.

"Surprised?"

Seeing through Chen Feng's thoughts, the Third Elder spoke casually, "You may have high talent and have unlocked your martial arts potential, but your training time is still short."

"Some people have been soaking in medicinal baths since they were young, and have had secret medicines to build their foundation."

"Although their talent isn't as good as yours, they are diligent, practicing martial arts with great effort, enduring both the cold and the heat, training for over ten years. Now, they are already close to mastering the 'Entry Strength' stage."

TL/N: Entry Strength stage, above professional level. First mentioned in chapter 70.

"Such a person exists among the core disciples of other divisions."

"Then, there is another person with a special physique, born with divine strength. Although they also started late, their talent in hardening their body isn't much weaker than yours, and they are almost at the peak of their true skill."

Chen Feng listened, secretly thinking how there is always a heaven beyond the current.

However, he wasn't discouraged, as he had confidence in his own strength.

In the end, it all came down to power. Compared to that, he was more curious about when the selection would begin.

"Three days later."

The Third Elder said calmly, then flicked his finger.

Whoosh!

A red-colored energy shot out from nowhere, hitting a drawer in a wooden cabinet.

He then raised his hand, and Chen Feng saw a phantom image of a flying red tiger, which retrieved an item from the drawer and placed it in his hand.

A small fabric bundle, the size of a palm, with many powdery particles faintly visible inside.

"This is body-refining powder made from tiger bones. Soak in it once a day for three days."

"I can only help you this much. As for the final outcome, it depends on you."

With that, the Third Elder closed his eyes again, resting.

Chen Feng felt grateful, cupping his fists to thank him.

Then, he left the room with Cao Tong.

Thud, thud!

The steady sound of footsteps faded as they walked away. The Third Elder closed his eyes and smiled faintly.

"Perhaps, my lineage will have a chance to restore the glory of the Flame Tiger?"

"The secret medicine has certain medicinal properties. Repeated use of the same secret medicine will significantly reduce its effectiveness."

"This body-refining powder is probably the best body-refining medicine we have in stock. Looks like the Third Elder really has high hopes for you."

On the way, as if worried Chen Feng might misunderstand why it wasn't the Rock Tiger Pill, Cao Tong kindly reminded him.

Chen Feng nodded in acknowledgment and made a mental note. They then returned to the quiet room.

Knowing that he needed to prepare for the personal disciple selection, Cao Tong had instructed the martial arts hall staff to bring him a wooden tub and fill it with hot water.

Soon, the steaming hot water filled the tub. Chen Feng thanked him and saw him leave.

After the door was closed and only he was left inside, he took out the body-refining powder and opened the package.

There wasn't a strong odor, just a light grayish powder.

Following the Third Elder's instructions, he poured one-third of the powder into the tub.

Then, after undressing, Chen Feng leaped into the water and sat cross-legged.

In his mind, the image of the flying red tiger appeared once more. He followed the techniques of the Giant Tiger Technique, guiding his blood and energy to temper his body.

Gradually, his progress bar appeared, and the progress of the Giant Tiger Technique slowly increased again.

In a separate quiet room, Wu Shuang, dressed in white, sat cross-legged on a round cushion.

Standing before her were the other coaches of the martial arts hall. They reported everything they had heard and seen.

"It seems the Third Elder has already made up his mind."

Her gaze flickered, and Wu Shuang couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

She had wanted her nephew to get this spot, but unfortunately, Xiao Tian was still lacking.

The Giant Tiger Technique at the level of the Mighty Tiger was truly impressive.

Losing wasn't shameful.

"Sister Wu, do you think Chen Feng can pass the selection?"

Someone cautiously asked, their curiosity and doubt evident.

He had only been practicing for a little over a month, and yet he had already reached this level.

In the sect, he was considered unique.

"Three out of ten." Wu Shuang gave her estimate.

"Although the Mighty Tiger is strong, the selection isn't just about simple combat. In the end, it's based on talent and temperament, assessed as a whole."

The person who asked was surprised but after thinking for a moment, they found this reasoning sound.

There were indeed disciples with exceptional talent in the sect, but the higher the realm, the more it tested one's temperament.

Throughout history, countless people had fallen at the "Entry Strength" stage. Even the little martial uncle almost made a mistake back then.

Thus, those who truly reached the top were always those with great willpower.

For a moment, the atmosphere grew silent, and neither of them spoke further.

Instead, Wu Shuang glanced at the time, stood up, and instructed, "It's time, let's go."

"We've confirmed the whereabouts of a cult member."

[Giant Tiger Technique: Mighty Tiger (23%) +]

An hour later, Chen Feng finished the medicinal bath.

Looking at the panel data before him, Chen Feng fell into a brief silence.

The difficulty in improving the Mighty Tiger stage was indeed great. Based on this progress, even after using up the body-refining powder, he couldn't expect much breakthrough.

"As expected, in the end, it all depends on me."

Thinking of the Limit Breaking Light Orb, Chen Feng cleared his mind and continued his standing meditation.

By the end of the martial arts practice, he changed his clothes in the locker room, then quickly went downstairs and got into Lin Hao's car.

"Where did Coach Cao take you again?" Lin Hao asked curiously while driving.

"Personal disciple matter."

Chen Feng briefly explained. He knew Lin Hao would find out sooner or later, so he decided to mention it early, as long as he didn't casually talk about it to outsiders.

"No wonder."

Lin Hao seemed to understand, then smiled broadly, "You'll definitely make it. When you do, you've got to look out for me."

"See if you can get me enrolled as an official disciple too."

He exaggerated a few words, but Chen Feng took it as jest and didn't pay much attention to it.

The matter was still undecided, and everything remained unknown.

He didn't like to speak too soon.

Soon after, the two arrived at the club.

The second floor of the mall was brightly lit, and inside, people were using the sandbags and equipment.

Chen Feng raised his eyebrow, clearly noticing that the number of people in the club had increased.

Just as he was about to ask, he saw a display screen at the glass door, playing footage of him punching through the sandbag the previous day.

He turned to look at Lin Hao, who was grinning and said, "Best promotional video, why not use it?"

"Look, seems like it's having a good effect."

With a light chuckle, Chen Feng fell silent for a moment but didn't pay too much attention.

The club wasn't just Lin Hao's matter; it was also closely related to him.

Then, they entered the club, and the receptionist, Zhou Xiaoli, hurriedly greeted them.

"Boss, Coach Chen!"

"Mhm."

With a slight nod, Chen Feng quickly spotted Wang Cheng and the other three coaches.

Unlike yesterday's arrogance, today Wang Cheng seemed much more subdued, guiding other students in practicing punches.

Upon noticing Chen Feng's gaze, he froze for a moment before weakly calling out.

"This guy, it still takes you to keep him in check."

Lin Hao chuckled, while Chen Feng gently shook his head, glancing at the members' area where two people seemed to have been waiting for a while.

One was a young man with a buzz cut, around 23 or 24 years old, wearing camouflage pants and black military boots, exuding a rugged sense of masculinity.

The other was a long-haired woman in her early twenties, dressed in high-end sportswear. She had fair skin, delicate features, and her black hair was neatly tied behind her head.

As expected, Chen Feng had already heard a little from Lin Hao on the way here.

It seemed that after watching the video of him punching through the sandbag, the two had specially come to the club, paid a hefty membership fee, and wanted to receive his personal guidance.

"Come, let me introduce you."

"This is Li Chengdong, and this is Zhuang Xiaoqing, our new members."

"You two must have seen him in the promotional video, our head coach."

Lin Hao made a few introductions, and the two members greeted Chen Feng one by one.

"Hello, Coach Chen."

Li Chengdong extended his hand. He was about 1.8 meters tall with a muscular build, clearly someone who had trained before.

According to Lin Hao's earlier explanation, Chen Feng knew that he had just returned from the military, having been a lieutenant, and his family had some influence in Nanjiang.

"Hello."

As they shook hands, Chen Feng made brief eye contact with him and nodded calmly.

Next was the other person.

Smiling, Zhuang Xiaoqing greeted him with poise.

Her father had just retired from a government position, and her mother was a businesswoman—she came from a distinguished background.

According to Lin Hao, the club's priority was making money, but building connections was also very important.

In fact, the latter was the true purpose of Lin Hao starting the club.

To that end, he had set some thresholds for membership and secretly checked the backgrounds and character of applicants.

If there were any issues, he would find an excuse to refuse them.

'But why would they, with their upper-middle-class backgrounds, would they come here to learn boxing instead of joining a more traditional martial arts school with a lineage?'

Chen Feng held back his curiosity, then led the two into the members' training room.

There were several black sandbags and some small dumbbells for bodyweight exercises.

Without saying much, he quickly tested their levels.

Li Chengdong had some foundation, at an amateur 7th or 8th level, and knew some basic combat techniques, especially boxing and wrestling.

Zhuang Xiaoqing, on the other hand, was a little behind. She didn't know much about fighting but likely had been doing fitness training, and although she was well-nourished, she was still at an amateur 2nd level.

"Could you tell me your purpose for learning boxing?"

"So I can decide what level of training to assign you."

Chen Feng asked, his tone unusually gentle.

After all, since they had paid him, he couldn't not do anything.

"Coach Chen, let me be straightforward."

Li Chengdong was outgoing and spoke directly.

"I had some setbacks in a fight before coming here, and now I just want to break through to a professional level."

"As long as you can get me there without relying on enhancement potions, I'm willing to train however you want."

Without beating around the bush, Chen Feng nodded lightly.

From Lin Hao's explanation, he knew not everyone liked to use enhancement potions.

Apart from their high cost, these substances also had some side effects on the body.

Next, he turned to Zhuang Xiaoqing.

"I'm curious about combat and want to learn some basic self-defense techniques."

A polite explanation, and Chen Feng understood. She wanted to learn something but didn't want it to be too difficult.

With that clarity, he quickly formed a plan.

Not long after, standing in front of them, he assumed his stance and began teaching them basic Sanda (Chinese kickboxing).

"Jab, shuffle step!"

"Don't make the movements too large; focus on getting familiar first, then gradually build power."

"Li Chengdong, after your practice, go on the treadmill to work on your stamina. A light jog for about 7 kilometers. After that, I'll teach you some judo."

"Zhuang Xiaoqing, start by mastering the basics of Sanda, then I'll teach you close combat and judo throws."

Chen Feng systematically arranged their training while demonstrating some movements.

Gradually, the quiet members' area came to life, and Lin Hao, watching from outside, felt a flash of envy and admiration.

"So nice."

(End of the Chapter)

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