The Demon Slayer Martial Saint Begins with Insect Refining

Chapter 14: Outer Sect Fight
"Su Yan, from Yunqian Village, has not been practicing in the front yard due to some matters recently."

Su Yan replied simply, and the man suddenly showed a look of regret: "Oh, so you are Yamato, I thought you were from Bailupo."

The young man couldn't hide his true nature, and Su Yan saw it all.

"Is there any difference between mountain dwellers and lake dwellers?"

When Su Yan asked this question, the teenagers in the room felt a little embarrassed.

After a long while, Hu Qingcai, the slightly older boy on the bed, said, "Not really. The martial arts school treats everyone equally, but we will stick together."

Where there are people, there will be the world of martial arts, not to mention that everyone comes from all over to the Golden Ape Martial Arts School to learn martial arts.

Su Yan raised his eyes slightly: "A mountain dweller, or a lake native?"

"Not only that, but also the mountain households, lake dwellers, small families in the city, and even those young masters in the city who have a little wealth."

Four groups, four classes, they really stick together.

"Has the outer sect of this martial arts school reached the point where they need to huddle together for warmth?"

Su Yan's question made Hu Qing and the others feel embarrassed.

"That... that's not the case. It's just that if you don't join the group, they will look down on us. The mountain dwellers and lake dwellers are fine. They live off the land and the water, so there's no quarrel. But the poor people in the city dare to look down on us, calling us country bumpkins. And the rich ones, with their noses in the air, won't even look at us."

Zhou Yong mumbled for a while and gave a general account of the situation of this outer disciple.

Because they come from different places, they all have things they dislike, and when someone is excluded, they will form their own circle.

It seemed that because Su Yan was not from Bailupo, the few people only knew him briefly and didn't say anything else.

The next morning, Su Yan got up early and went out. Before he reached the yard, he saw someone practicing the Golden Ape Posture.

"His breath turns into mist, his body is like an ape, he is so skilled in standing meditation."

The man had dark skin and was strong. He was only wearing a short martial arts shirt. Although he noticed Su Yan passing by, he didn't say much.

Su Yan found a corner, absorbed the Yinshui centipede's insect essence with his mind, stood still in the Golden Ape Posture, and exhaled like a monkey.

This wisp of insect essence entering the body was very different from the scorching heat of the medicine.

With the absorption of the standing meditation, it is like a heat flow at first, and then it differentiates and becomes as warm as jade. Along with the ups and downs of the standing meditation, it blends into wisps of qi and blood.

Qi and blood flow along the meridians, accurately reaching the skin and muscles, and constantly being tempered and strengthened.

With every breath and muscle tremor, Su Yan could feel his improvement.

It was as if an endless supply of energy was replenishing the body. Half an hour later, a puff of white mist was exhaled, and then he stopped standing still.

Five days passed in a flash, and when the second batch of medicine was distributed, I swallowed the medicine and stood in the stance with the help of Chong Yuan.

The surging energy and blood flow into the body, and the tempering of the skin and flesh is further improved.

The body is like a pass that has been opened, and the skin is as tight as cowhide.

Su Yan exhaled like a sword, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"The Golden Ape Posture has achieved minor success."

[Body Refining Stage: Skin Refining 80/100 (Beginner)]

[Golden Ape Posture: 1/200 (Minor Success)]

Monkey Fist: 50/100 (Beginner)

For several days, he has been practicing early in the morning and late at night, and has become the most diligent practitioner among the outer sect.

Practice standing still and boxing alternately.

He didn't care about what Hu Qing and the others said that day about forming a group. Even if the people from the mountain households came, he would only know a few of them.

The so-called grouping is nothing but self-deception. A blacksmith must be strong himself. If you randomly mix things together, you will waste the effort of cultivation.

Su Yan did not look down on those who huddled together. He knew that some of them had no hope of making progress, so they huddled together for warmth.

But he is different.

Among the outer sect disciples, only 30 to 40 percent start with skin refining, and among these 30 to 40 percent, even fewer reach minor or major success.

"Senior Brother Gao Zheng has changed his post. The inner sect senior brother I've been teaching these past few days, Zhou Hui, is the son of a tavern owner in the city. Although he's from a wealthy family, he looks down on the lower-class people outside the city. He has less guidance, so it's better for me to practice on my own."

His progress in standing meditation was significant, which was due to his practice and of course also to Gao Zheng's guidance.

With guidance and pointing out shortcomings, you can quickly accumulate proficiency after adjustments.

However, as his movements become more standard, the feedback on his proficiency will gradually decrease.

Now Zhou Hui doesn't give much guidance to these outer disciples from the mountain households and lakes, and he has also spent a lot of money. It would be better for him to go back and practice on his own, and then come to the martial arts gym again after the medicine is distributed.

This choice is actually the way most children from poor families learn martial arts, to reduce expenses as much as possible.

After telling the servant that he was moving out and settling the expenses for food and lodging, Su Yan packed his luggage and was about to leave the courtyard. "Wait a minute, Junior Brother Su, why are you leaving after just a few days? Are you in a hurry to get back into the mountains?"

With a frivolous and somewhat mocking look, a tall and thin man blocked his way.

The man had a thin face, a pale complexion, cunning eyes, and was dressed in light blue clothes with a black cloth belt around his waist. He stood in the yard like a door god.

"Is something wrong?"

Su Yan just raised his eyes, his eyes gleaming. He didn't recognize this man's name, but he seemed to be from the group of small families in the city.

"Hehe, seeing that Junior Brother gets up early and practices in the evening every day, he is the most diligent martial artist in this courtyard. I feel ashamed of myself and want to spar with Junior Brother to see how far I can go."

Wei Kang seemed to have good intentions, but anyone with a discerning eye knew what he was up to: he was trying to establish his authority.

Since Su Yan did not stick together for warmth, he was naturally easy to be targeted, not to mention the way he trained. Anyone with a discerning eye could see it and it was very eye-catching.

"Wei Kang, what do you mean? Do you want to fight again?"

With a gruff voice like a drum, a tall man strode between the two men and confronted Wei Kang.

"Dian Jing, I don't intend to hang out with you mountain people."

Wei Kang took a half step back, but his tone was full of mockery.

Naturally, he was afraid of Dian Jing. He was born into a hunter family in the mountains and had excellent roots. Although he had only been in the outer sect for three or four months, he had already mastered the skin refining skills. He was the leader of the mountain group and the one who was most likely to catch Master Bai's eye in the test at the end of this month.

"What do you want?"

Dian Jing glared angrily. There were a few more young men behind Wei Kang, all of whom were from Wei Kang's faction.

Someone shouted, "The martial arts hall doesn't allow sparring, so how can you be his master?"

Zhou Hui had already noticed the movement here, but he stood in the corridor between the inner and middle courtyards like watching a show, with no intention of moving.

There is no ban on sparring in the martial arts hall, and as long as nothing serious happens, he won't be punished.

If it were Gao Zheng, he would have come up and scolded him, but he was different.

It's just a small trick of a few poor people, what does it have to do with him?
Dian Jing was in a dilemma. Su Yan reached out and patted his shoulder: "Let me do it."

Dian Jing is not good at speaking. Although he is a good person, as a child born in the mountains, his eloquence cannot compare with those of children who grew up in the city.

Wei Kang's eyes flickered, as if his plan had succeeded.

"Let's do it."

As Su Yan finished speaking, Wei Kang clasped his fists hypocritically, then leaped forward and got closer.

At the same time, he clenched his fist and struck Su Yan in the heart with a golden monkey blow, which was extremely treacherous.

However, in this sudden attack, Su Yan was much more agile than him.

He took a step to the left to avoid Wei Kang's piercing attack, raised his hand to gather his strength, suddenly formed a fist, and struck down hard.

Old Ape Top
This heavy punch landed on the back of Wei Kang's neck with a dull sound. Wei Kang rolled his eyes and his body stumbled, about to fall.

Su Yan sneered. How could he let him off so easily? If they were not in the martial arts gym, even breaking his bones would only be a minor punishment.

Just when Wei Kang was about to fall, he used a variation of the White Ape Offering Peach move and pushed it out horizontally, hitting Wei Kang right in the body.

The tall and thin body was carried two or three meters away like a fly and landed on the ground with a dull thud.

The person had already fallen into a coma, and even if he woke up, he would not be able to get out of bed for two or three days.

"Fists and feet have no eyes. I'm sorry."

After only two or three rounds of fighting, everyone thought Su Yan would definitely get beaten up, but they didn't expect Wei Kang to end up in such a miserable state.

Everyone was silent, only a few people who were on good terms with Wei Kang hurried forward to help.

The gate was clear and no one tried to stop it.

Su Yan strode out the door, not caring about the reactions of the people behind him.

After a long while, Zhou Yong in the crowd murmured, "He's only been here for five or six days, how can he be compared to Wei Kang? Is he just a minor achievement?"

There are quite a few outer disciples who have made some progress, but to reach this level in just a few days means their foundation is too good. Even Dian Jing and the others could not have achieved this in the beginning.

"It's going to be troublesome if there is still this much progress by the end of the month."

In the corner of the crowd, there was another person with a gloomy brow, watching Su Yan leave.

Ma Xiaodong was thinking about a plan in his mind. He had been a disciple of the outer sect for almost a year and was just waiting for Master Bai to accept him as a disciple and join the inner sect.

If someone ruins his business, don't blame him.

Those who shared the same idea as him included a group of wealthy young men in the city. Many of them had achieved minor or major success in skin refining, and they were all eyeing this opportunity.

(End of this chapter)