Chapter 6: The Mystical Art of ‘Dream Infiltration’

The arrival of the flames brought relief to Liang Hui's tense spirit. He threw the non-venomous snakes he had been carrying onto the fire to roast. It didn't take long before the scent of charred meat wafted from the fire. Liang Hui wasn't too concerned about the taste; at this point, he just needed to fill his stomach.

After waiting a while, he used a stick to pick out the snake, now blackened like charcoal, from the fire. Peeling off the burnt skin revealed the white snake meat beneath. Feeling the hunger in his stomach, Liang Hui didn't hesitate to take a bite. The young man chewed quickly and swallowed.

"It's not delicious, but it's not bad either," Liang Hui thought as he continued to eat. Soon, all the roasted snakes were consumed, and he felt full. He patted his bloated stomach and leaned against the cave wall, watching the forest darken as the sun set and listening to the distant roars of wild beasts.

A hint of resignation appeared on his face. It wasn't yet time to rest; he needed to conceal the cave entrance to use it as a temporary shelter. Yes, Liang Hui planned to stay here for a while to recuperate and explore the surrounding area.

After all, his face was too recognizable in this world, and it would be better to disappear for a while. In a world dominated by martial arts and Daoism, it was too dangerous for ordinary people like him, especially when he couldn't always rely on the Flowing Light Bell to escape danger.

Thus, mastering his own strength was essential. With these thoughts, Liang Hui started moving rocks to block the entrance of the cave. Once he had sealed it, leaving only a small opening for ventilation, he sat by the fire.

By now, darkness had completely fallen. Liang Hui sat cross-legged on the ground and took out an item wrapped in parchment paper from his pocket. Carefully unwrapping the cloth covering the item, he revealed a martial arts manual titled "Green Wolf Fist."

This was the precious item given to him by Tian Xiang of the Wild Wolf Gang, and it was now his most valuable possession. During the two days he was taken by Qing Yi, he had skimmed through it a few times but hadn't delved deep into its contents.

According to his memories of the future, he had planned to follow the path of a Daoist in the Yuan Yang Sect. After all, being a martial artist was the path he seemed to have taken in the future. Given a choice, he wanted to take a different path.

But most importantly...

"Caution!"

His eyes deepened as he stared at the book in his hand. He then began to read. Time passed, and the cave fell silent, save for the crackling of burning branches and the occasional sound of adding wood to the fire. The teachings of "Green Wolf Fist" combined with the knowledge Qing Yi had shared with him began to weave together in his mind.

Gradually, Liang Hui gained a basic and more comprehensive understanding of the martial arts in this world. The martial arts in this world focus on three external refinements: skin, tendons, and bones, and three internal refinements: marrow, organs, and blood. The path ahead, whether it's the martial arts manuals or Qingyi's words, remains unclear, even with the vague memories of the future. Liang Hui only has a general understanding for now.

However, what he has learned so far is sufficient. He decided to start with the external refinements, focusing on refining the skin. While some martial arts emphasize internal energy cultivation first, followed by tendon and skin refinement, the martial art manual Liang Hui possesses emphasizes external refinement first, generating internal energy through the process of skin refinement, and then refining the tendons. Moreover, the "Green Wolf Fist" only covers the external refinements and lacks the methods for internal refinements. In this world, it may be considered an ordinary martial art, but it ranks high in Huaiyuan Town.

Putting aside his thoughts, Liang Hui closed the book in his hands and didn't immediately start his practice. There was another matter he needed to clarify. He took out the iron fist protector from his pocket, sensing its aura and the restless urge of the divine ability "Entering Dreams."

Lost in thought, Liang Hui whispered, "Entering Dreams." Activating the divine ability decisively, everything around him started to blur. After an unknown period, his surroundings became clear again. A barren courtyard, several dilapidated wooden stakes, and a robust figure standing on a stone slab.

"Hong Er." Liang Hui, in an unknown form, whispered as he watched the familiar figure in front of him. By now, Hong Er had strode up to the wooden stake and began striking it with a relentless barrage of punches. The sound of wood breaking echoed, with specks of blood appearing on the stake. However, Hong Er seemed oblivious, continuing his assault on the stake until it shattered completely.

"Why can't I sense my qi and blood? What's missing?" Hong Er's face was filled with bitterness. Liang Hui silently observed the scene before him. In the next moment, driven by the instinct of "Entering Dreams," he entered Hong Er's body in an unknown manner.

Thump! Thump! Thump! A strong heartbeat, filled with immense power, much stronger than his original self. Hong Er, now several meters away from the wooden stake, struck it again. Liang Hui carefully sensed the muscle movements and the punching techniques.

After a moment, the wooden stake broke once more. Only then did Hong Er retract his fists and head inside. "Is this 'Entering Dreams'? Truly worthy of its divine reputation," Liang Hui marveled as the surroundings started to blur again.

By the fire pit, Liang Hui's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, shining brighter than ever. "It was called 'Wild Wolf Fist,' but it seems to be a fragmented version of 'Green Wolf Fist.'"

Liang Hui put away the fist protector, stood tall, and assumed the starting posture from the manual. His punches cut through the air one after another. To those knowledgeable, this form looked flawed, barely better than a novice's. However, these flawed techniques were rapidly improving and perfecting themselves.

Sweat trickled down his face, but Liang Hui continued relentlessly. Only after an hour did he finally stop, exhaling deeply. Recalling his earlier techniques, he frowned. Compared to Hong Er's techniques in the dream, there was a significant gap.

"It must be because of my weak physique," he guessed. "Although I've grasped it in my mind, it's the first time my body has encountered such techniques."

However, he was already satisfied with his progress. He walked over to the withered grass where the brown bear rested, ignoring the foul smell, and lay down. Feeling the softness of the grass, Liang Hui felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation.

"Ha! Hahaha!" Liang Hui chuckled softly, covering his mouth. Those who tried to capture him and control his destiny, wait and see. He would settle scores with each one of them.

Soon, his laughter ceased, and Liang Hui looked up at the cave ceiling, slowly drifting into slumber. In his dreams, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled upwards.