Zi Qi held a wooden sword in the courtyard, demonstrating his mastery of the skill he had learned.

  She was originally beautiful, and at this moment, the wooden sword was blooming with flowers. Her clothes were fluttering, and a set of kung fu moves was demonstrated with a kind of dancing beauty. Zi Hua and Lin Lin couldn't help but praise her, and Hua Rou's heart was full of admiration.

  When can I be so fierce?!

  Hua Rou clenched her small fist tightly, and she could feel a significant gap.

  Unlike their admiration, Tang Jiuer remained expressionless, only her eyes were somewhat complex, as if she had hidden worries.

  Zi Qi finished a set of moves and returned to her team, with an unmistakable proud expression on her peach-blossom-like face.

  "It's been just over a month and you've already mastered the Three Pure Spirit Volumes, exceeding my expectations. Not bad."

  "Thank you for the compliment." With Tang Jiuer's affirmation, Zi Qi's chin rose two points.

  "You three, except for Linlin who is slightly unprepared, can start learning 'Wu Jian Du Gong' now."

  Zi Qi and Zi Hua exchanged a glance, both beaming with joy.

  Tang Jiuer turned her head at this time and looked towards Hua Rou: "Hua Rou, it's your turn!"

  "Yes, Master."

  Hua Rong took a deep breath and walked into the courtyard, raising the wooden sword in her hand to demonstrate what she had learned.

  After this period of hard work, Hua Rou's lightness skill has made some progress, and her moves are now agile and nimble. Her Yuanyi Fist technique is also quite smooth, but as a beginner, her internal energy is slightly lacking, and she can't compare to their effortless and flowing movements.

  However, despite this, Zi Hua and Zi Qi couldn't help but frequently exchange glances.

  They were shocked by Hua Rou's rapid progress, and even more shocked that this little scoundrel who was clearly a waste at the beginning had suddenly become so elegant.

  After finishing a set of moves, Hua Rou breathed lightly and looked at Tang Jiu'er with unease.

  Tang Jiuer sat on the stone bench, seemingly in thought, and remained silent for half a day before speaking up to evaluate: "A gain like this after a month and a half isn't particularly good, but it's... not bad either."

  Hua Rou let out a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

  Tang Jiuer waved her hand to signal Hua Rou to return to the team, just as the courtyard door rang out. Linlin was the closest and hurried over, soon leading a young disciple from the House of Industry to Tang Jiuer's side.

  "Poison Master, this is a gift from the disciple of the Family Sect." The disciple of the Family Sect presented a scroll, which Tang Jiuer snatched and opened. His expression was clearly displeased: "Tell the Family Master, I know."

  The family's house boy immediately retreated and left, with Linlin seeing him off.

  Zi Hua saw Tang Jiu's face was not good and went forward to ask: "Master, you seem unhappy?"

  Tang Jiuer looked at her and didn't say a word.

  The child drew back with some disinterest.

  Soon, Linlin came back, she just stood up, Tang Jiuer got up.

  "I originally planned to start teaching you new things tomorrow, but just now our teacher gave us a difficult problem."

  Everyone is puzzled.

  "From this year on, the family will no longer provide each household with an equal amount of materials. Each household must rely on its own abilities to speak for itself. If you want something, you have to go out and earn it yourself."

  Earn?

  Everyone was confused, but Tang Jiuer didn't say anything else, just telling them to go to the square now and wait, saying that someone from the House of Industry would give them an answer.

  So the four of them immediately rushed to the square. Before they even arrived, they could see from afar that the square was bustling with people and very lively.

  Zi Qi's painting was still being squeezed by Linlin, Hua Rou had been pushed to the back, seeing them abandon her, she didn't even bother to squeeze forward, looking around, she happened to see Tang Liu standing beside a stone pillar, and ran over to him.

  "You're the poison master, take it!" As soon as Hua Rou arrived beside Tang Liu, a disciple of the House of Industry handed her a scroll. Hua Rou opened it and took a look, wow! It was densely packed with words, and she recognized less than a third of them.

  "Wow, you guys don't want much either!" Tang Liu'er muttered to himself as he walked away to take a look at the wooden boards set up on the square.

  Hua Rou didn't understand and couldn't figure it out, but she didn't make a sound. Instead, she rolled up her sleeves and listened carefully to the answers given by the person being asked, and gradually came to understand.

  It turned out that the household industry was born out of thriftiness and a sincere hope to benefit more people, and proposed a new way of exchanging materials. Each house would use collective strength to manufacture items they were good at, earn points, and then exchange different levels and quantities of materials based on the points earned.

  To put it simply, the firearms workshop produces firearms, the hidden weapons workshop produces hidden weapons, and the poisonous house where Huā Róu is located naturally produces poison.

  But it's not like you can just do whatever you want.

  The scrolls given to the disciples of each house clearly wrote what things can be exchanged for points in this house, and the more difficult ones have higher points, while the easier ones have lower points.

  "The amount of materials obtained is divided into five levels, and your performance over the next thirty days will determine what you get."

  The host Tang Lei finished speaking, and the entire square was filled with a buzzing noise. Hua Rou lowered her head to look at the scroll in her hand, somewhat worried.

  Make poison? I wouldn't dare!

  "Master, our Poison House only has four disciples. Won't the number you've set be too many?" Zi Qi suddenly raised her hand to ask. The master heard this and smiled: "Not at all, most of the tasks that your Poison House needs to complete are ten bottles, twenty bottles, while other houses have to complete tens or even hundreds!"

  "Yes! One hundred Liuhua needles can only be exchanged for one cent, this is simply going to kill us!" Immediately, some disciples from the Mechanism House shouted in dissatisfaction: "This is too cruel!"

  "This isn't being ruthless, but rather a decision made after careful consideration. Your organization has produced many talents, and this year you've even added another exceptionally gifted young brother!"

  Tang Lei said, looking at Mu Junwu with a faint smile, as if expecting and appreciating.

  Many of the disciples in the hall couldn't help but glance at Mu Junwu, their expressions varied, some with admiring gazes, others with displeased or even resentful looks.

  But Mu Jun ignored all these gazes and only stared at Tang Lei, not saying a word, with an expression as calm as if everything had nothing to do with him.

  "Arrogant, I like it." Tang Liu muttered softly: "No wonder you're the one I want to defeat."

  Hua Ruo heard this and retorted without hesitation: "Others are obviously extraordinary in their demeanor, why do you have to say something so unpleasant?"

  "Unpleasant? I'm just stating the facts! He doesn't even bother with me!"

  "That's probably why..." Hua Rou looked at Mu Junwu with a gaze that couldn't hide her admiration: "You still can't beat him, right?"

  At this time, Zi Qi had already taken Zi Hua and Lin Lin out, and as she scanned around, she happened to see Hua Rou staring straight at Mu Junwu, and immediately her eyebrows furrowed.

  "Lingling go call Hua Rou, we'll go back and divide the work!" Zi Qi said, flinging her sleeve and leaving with big strides, Zi Hua hurriedly following up.

  Linlin hastened to hurry over to Hua Rou's side, pulled her up and headed back.

  At this moment, Tang Feiyan stood in the crowd, staring at Hua Rou's back, with a gloomy expression.