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Jiang Wuchen thought that it would take a day or two before he could reach the Grandmaster Realm, but he didn't expect it to be completed so quickly. Both Zi Yang and Jiang Liu recommended to train at the bottom of the sea, and by oppressing others, they would stimulate the body's acupuncture points, achieve the connection between the acupuncture points and the meridians, and at the same time strengthen the Internal Strength, and become a Grandmaster!

"Although this method is difficult, it should be the fastest method. If I were to use every acupoint, even a Zongshi realm expert would be able to overcome it, but the speed would be much slower!" The human body had a total of 361 major acupoints and had opened 12 of the main meridians and 8 of the special meridians. It had already opened over 100 acupoints. What the Grandmaster needed to do was to open the remaining acupoints one by one.

"It seems that at the bottom of the sea, by using pressure to suppress the harmony between the acupuncture points, the efficiency is still the highest."

Jiang Wuchen filled the washroom with water and poured it all into a bottle of Body Tempering Liquid s. This kind of Body Tempering Liquid s were added to the Radix Ginseng s by him and refined with high grade Dragon Gauze Grass, the effect was much stronger than the previous Body Tempering Liquid s.

But even so, the effect on Jiang Wuchen had been reduced by half.

"As your cultivation level increases, the effects of the Body Tempering Liquid will become weaker and weaker. It seems like I'll have to use higher level medicines. Also, I won't be able to temper it by using the gouge. I'll need to use the Pill." Jiang Wuchen lied in the water and washed his body while thinking about how to refine the Pill s that had been raised in realm.

In the Infernal Realm, due to the lack of resources, he rarely refined Pill and most of them were stolen from the four great emperors of the underworld. Purple Sun Old Man could refine Pill and he had written a medicine book which specifically introduced how to refine Pill.

When Jiang Wuchen was reborn, he walked down the reincarnation path. His entire body's cultivation was stripped and he could not even carry things with him, so the books on him naturally could not be carried away. However, the contents of the books were firmly memorized by him.

"In order to refine Pill, one would first need a high quality medicinal furnace. Currently, I'm afraid that the pig iron furnace used to refine the medicine is out of the question.

In the records of the Medicine Encyclopedia, there was a single Huangyao Pill. This Pill can raise the cultivation of the Martial Cultivation, so it should be the most suitable for me to consume right now. In addition, there is a higher level Water Spiritual Pill.

Tch, looks like in this world, Pill are extremely scarce, and there are very few people who know how to refine them, so the amount of materials they use should not be that high. Perhaps, using Pill to earn money and control certain clans is a good choice. " Jiang Wuchen thought, his thoughts on revenge this time around became more and more clear.

"..."

He Yao Food Company was a company that Uncle Zhong opened three years ago in Haichuan. It mainly frozen all kinds of imported meat and seafood, and its main target of sale was the inland areas.

Uncle Zhong's company's products were cheap and of good quality. After three years of management, the market had already opened up and late autumn was supposed to be the season for eating crabs. During this period of time, the company had a lot of business.

Every day, there was a large amount of fresh seafood that was brought in. After preliminary processing, it would be quickly frozen before being packed and shipped inland. Sometimes, the net profit would be several hundred thousand yuan a day.

Therefore, during this period of time, Uncle Zhong ate and drank at the company.

Although it was raining heavily tonight, it could not stop the operation of the company. There were a total of ten containers loaded today, and all of the workers were exhausted.

When the last car was loaded and sent away, Uncle Zhong heaved a sigh of relief. He looked at his phone and said, "Everyone don't go back to the dorm yet, I've ordered Sister Meng's dumplings. Come over later to eat."

"Sure."

"Busy until midnight, tired and thirsty."

"Thank you, boss."

These workers, in addition to having a basic salary, all had a commission for their businesses, doing more work, and earning more. For a busy day like this, a single person could earn around 600 to 700 yuan.

Furthermore, most of the people here had worked here for three years, not only because they had a lot of money, but also because they had a considerate and kind boss.

After cleaning up a little, everyone arrived at the meeting room in front of the company. Dozens of people were seated around the room, filling it to the brim.

The television turned on and Uncle Zhong took out a fresh beer, he then started drinking it out with the workers, "Our orders will continue until October, we will be unloading the goods tomorrow morning, and we will be changing cars in the afternoon. Everyone has worked hard during this period."

The workers relied on these two months of the year to make money. They didn't feel the hardships, but rather felt the joy of their harvest.

At this moment, two black sedans were driving over. From the lights, it could be seen that one was an Audi A8 while the other was a BMW 7-series sedan.

The old gatekeeper opened the company's automatic door and complained, "You guys are here to deliver dumplings, right? You're too slow. Hurry up, we're all starving."

Two cars drove in, then stopped at the back door of the meeting room, six Man In Black came down, the leader was a smiling Mi Hsinghee, and behind him was someone holding a black umbrella.

"Young Master Mi, this is the place."

Mi Hsinghee nodded, "Alright."

The two men came out of the meeting room and immediately said, "Aren't you here to send us away the dumplings? Who are you looking for? "

Without any explanation, the two men in black directly walked towards the two laborers. Suddenly, a flying knee was thrown at them. The two laborers didn't even have the time to react and were knocked onto the ground, screaming miserably.

Dozens of workers and Uncle Zhong s in the meeting room heard the commotion and immediately walked out.

"Who are you people?"

The two workers who were injured were helped to their feet, the Uncle Zhong frowned as he stared at Mi Hsinghee.

A cold and indifferent sneer hung on Mi Hsinghee's face, "You are Jiang Wuchen's relative?"

Young Master?

Uncle Zhong's heart sank, could it be that young master caused trouble again? He said that before becoming powerful, he had to act in a low-profile. Could it be … Uncle Zhong was slightly nervous for a moment. The young man in front of him was not an ordinary person, from the strange light in his eyes, it was clear that he was definitely Martial Cultivation. When he retracted his aura, Uncle Zhong actually could not feel his presence, which meant that the cultivation level of the young man in front of him was definitely higher than his.

Uncle Zhong was already at the great circle of the Martial Master realm. If his realm was higher than his, then wouldn't that mean … Grandmaster!

Uncle Zhong cupped his fists, "May I ask who you are?"

"Mi Hsinghee."

Uncle Zhong could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. Haichuan, the origin of the Eight Level Grandmaster! [How could young master offend such a fierce man? Ah, that's true. Ordinary people wouldn't be able to enter young master's eyes.]

"My surname is Zhong, Wuchen is a nephew of mine in the distance. I wonder what sort of enmity do I have with you?"

Mi Hsinghee nodded his head, "It's good that you admit it, it's not easy for me to find this place, your nephew has stirred up a disaster, so you should avenge him."

"What kind of disaster is it?" Uncle Zhong cupped his fists again.

Mi Hsinghee smiled indifferently, "Your nephew's skills are not bad. Looks like you are also an expert in Martial Cultivation.