C8 Fist Training!

To him, this was a treasure trove! Two buckets of Demon Beast Blood were as valuable as six Profound Qi Pills.

It was the Ye Family who had generously provided him with this premium resource during his time of greatest need, at no cost.

Ye Xiangyang swiftly disposed of the energy-depleted beast blood. After scrubbing the wooden barrels clean, he delivered them to the Ye Family's slaughterhouse.

The workers there, of humble status, eked out a living through the grueling task of slaughtering Demon Beasts. They took a liking to Ye Xiangyang when they saw he had already cleaned the buckets.

The overseer of the slaughterhouse, observing Ye Xiangyang, remarked, "Kid, whenever you're in need of beast blood, consider it yours."

The butchers chuckled with relief. No more pouring out blood or scrubbing barrels meant they were quite content.

Ye Xiangyang was elated, having secured a steady source of energy. With a light heart, he made his way to the martial arts field within the Ye's Compound.

Upon Ye Xiangyang's arrival at the Ye Family's martial arts field, over a thousand individuals were arrayed in orderly ranks, silently awaiting the Fourth Elder's instruction for the day.

Curious glances were cast towards Ye Xiangyang, as many were eager to understand how he had managed to best Ye Xiangming, a Profound Warrior of Two Stars.

"Have you heard? Ye Xianghui and Ye Xiangming were both bested by him. That can't be true, can it? He looks so frail!"

"A lot of people are talking about it. It can't be a lie. It must be the truth."

"I've heard he possesses some unique power."

The murmurs subsided with the arrival of the Fourth Elder.

Known as the Thunderbolt Maniac, the Fourth Elder was a formidable presence, one of the Ye Family's finest, and a Four Star Martial Master.

As the Fourth Elder stepped forward, all eyes were drawn to him.

He surveyed the well-ordered ranks with approval; these were the Ye Family's cream of the crop, destined to be the future mainstays of the clan.

"Today, I'll be covering the fundamentals with you all. Our family's Southern Bear Fist was passed down from the first generation Marquis Zhenhai of the Ye Family."

"Our ancestor used this very technique to rise to prominence as a renowned general of the Jiuzhou Empire. His battlefield prowess was unmatched, and he valiantly secured the frontiers for the Emperor, earning him the noble title of Marquis Zhenhai."

Upon hearing this, all the Martial Cultivators' faces lit up with excitement. This was a source of pride for everyone in the Ye Family.

They, too, aspired to add to the Ye Family's glory.

"The Southern Bear Fist cultivation involves three techniques: Bear Crash, Ferocious Tiger Pounce, and Eagle Strike."

"Bear Crash is a Body Refining method that trains every part of the body. Ferocious Tiger Pounce boosts one's presence; Eagle Strike is a footwork technique for swift movement."

Without delay, the Fourth Elder demonstrated Bear Crash. He produced a chestnut stick as thick as a thigh, a staple training tool for the Ye Family disciples.

With a swift motion, the Fourth Elder stepped forward, channeling his strength into his right arm and swinging it with force!

His arm, akin to an iron rod, struck the chestnut stick squarely.

The sturdy stick snapped in two and was sent flying.

Ye Xiangyang inwardly gasped at the display of power.

The Fourth Elder proceeded to give Ye Xiangyang key pointers on practicing Bear Crash, Ferocious Tiger Pounce, and Eagle Strike.

A gleam of determination shone in Ye Xiangyang's eyes. These training methods were clearly a cut above the one he had practiced the night before. Even as a Yellow Rank technique, it was the culmination of countless individuals' efforts and dedication.

Ye Xiangyang then charged into the sandbag array to practice Bear Crash. He moved six sandbags as if fending off six assailants at once.

The bags pounded against him, honing his physique.

Onlookers watched Ye Xiangyang with a mix of admiration and concern. His talent and diligence were undeniable, but his overbearing nature had earned him many adversaries. They feared his future was fraught with unresolved conflicts and insurmountable challenges.

Just yesterday, he had disabled Ye Xianghui's hands. It would be astonishing if Ye Xianghui's brother and father let such an affront slide.

Meanwhile, at the medicinal garden's assignment area, only three people remained: Ye Xianghui's brother Ye Xiangguang, Ye Wentian, and his wife Tang Waner.

Ye Wentian was aware that Ye Xiangguang's hesitation in assigning him a task stemmed from the previous day's incident where his son had severely beaten Ye Xiangguang's brother. Yet, Ye Xiangguang was oblivious to the fact that Ye Xianghui and his cohorts had nearly killed his son.

Ye Xiangguang was exacting his revenge without any restraint.

Ye Wentian couldn't just turn his back and leave; the rice vat at home was empty, and he depended on the day's earnings to buy rice for their next meal.

With no other option, he steeled himself and approached the director. "Please, can you assign us some work?"

Ye Xiangguang looked at Ye Wentian and his wife, sighing inwardly. They were merely peripheral members of the Ye family. As a Profound Warrior Five Star, he really shouldn't be giving them a hard time. Yet, the thought of his brother's nearly crippled hands and the family's blatant disregard stirred a bitterness within him, erasing any sympathy he might have felt.

"There's no work for you today. You can go back," Ye Xiangguang stated flatly.

A shiver ran through Ye Wentian. No work meant his family would go hungry. Swallowing his pride, he pleaded, "Director, we really need a job. Any job."

Ye Xiangguang offered a thin smile. "Well, there is one opportunity, but it's quite grueling. It might not be suitable for you."

He gestured toward the base of the mountain.

Ye Wentian's eyes fixed on the purplish-red soil below, ideal for growing Silver Spirit Mountain herbs and notoriously tough to cultivate.

Ye Xiangguang had given him a workload meant for two, knowing full well it was an act of spite. Powerless to change his situation, Ye Wentian reluctantly accepted the task.

Together, the couple took up their pickaxes and set to work on the stubborn land.

They hefted the pickaxes high and struck down with all their might, only to have the unyielding earth send them recoiling, having turned over but a palm-sized clump of purplish-red soil. Their hands went numb with the effort.