Chapter 7 Leaving_2

Now seeing this scene, my heart is immensely shocked; there are celestial spirits in this world!

"Stay in this house for a few more days, don't wander around." A cold voice came from afar, ethereal, but Lin Yuan heard it clearly.

About an hour later, no more sounds came through.

"Did she really leave?" Lin Yuan, coming back to his senses, held the Jade Pendant, and gently rubbed it back and forth with his thumb encircling its heart.

The next morning, the rooster crowed at dawn.

"Damn, that woman didn't even leave me a bed." Lin Yuan stood in the bare inner room, looking helpless.

The house was empty.

As soon as the woman left, she took away everything from Lin Yuan's house, even the bed.

"Forget it, forget it, a grass mat will do." Lin Yuan wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Yuan bro, Yuan bro." At this time, Lin Yuan heard someone calling from outside the door.

Lin Yuan opened the door to look, seeing someone dressed in simple short clothes and shorts, with dark skin gleaming under the sun, full of youthful vigor at fourteen or fifteen years old.

Standing outside the fence of the courtyard, he laughed heartily.

"These are steamed buns my mother made early in the morning, eat them while they're hot." He came running from the mountainside, panting as he reached Lin Yuan's door.

He spoke while walking, came in front of Lin Yuan, lifted the cloth covering the basket of buns, releasing a rush of steam. Each white and fine bun looked extremely tempting.

"Yuan Shan, help me thank Aunt Fat." Lin Yuan was not polite, grabbed a bun and started gnawing on it.

"Yuan bro, we're all family, there's no need for thanks!" Li Yuanshan also grabbed a bun and started devouring it, "These refined buns are delicious!"

Li Yuanshan usually ate coarse buns with bran; he rarely had the chance to eat refined buns.

The two of them devoured hungrily, and most of the basket of buns was gone in no time.

"The cultivator battle finally ended, luckily it didn't affect our village. Everyone is relieved that if the aftermath had been any stronger, it might have affected this year's spirit grain harvest. Without fulfilling the tribute to the academy, our village would be in trouble."

Li Yuanshan talked about the cultivator battle from a few days ago while he ate.

"Yuan bro, have you recovered? I heard from the village chief Wang Bu that after taking the cultivator's pills, not only can your Dantian be healed, but your martial arts can also advance further." Li Yuanshan was a bit excited, genuinely happy for Lin Yuan.

"Yes, but I still need a few days to recuperate." Lin Yuan nodded and replied as he listened.

He had already recovered, but as required by the mysterious woman, he needed to stay home for a few more days.

Lin Yuan estimated that there was still some time before the selection, and he had no intention of going out. He just wanted to carefully practice the Eight-step Breaking Fist at home to accumulate enough Qi-Blood and reach the first transformation state before the academy's selection.

Also, the training of the Wild Bull Technique needed to proceed simultaneously; both martial arts required time to be thoroughly forged.

"That's great! Yuan bro, you're the talent of our village; this selection, you will surely enter the academy. Our village can also obtain the secondary spiritual seed from the academy, and when the spirit grain is submitted, the academy will certainly reward us generously."

"Then we can eat white buns every day." Li Yuanshan envisioned, his eyes sparkling with hope.

"We will." Lin Yuan couldn't help but smile upon hearing this.

Then Li Yuanshan recounted the various happenings in the village over the past few days to Lin Yuan: which kid was slacking off on horse stance, which young person in the village made a martial arts breakthrough, and so on.

Lin Yuan listened quietly until he finished narrating.

Suddenly, he remembered that there was another matter he needed to prepare for early on.

"Yuan Shan, I have a favor to ask of you." Lin Yuan gently patted Li Yuanshan's shoulder.

"Yuan bro, just say it, there's no need for formalities between us." Li Yuanshan pretended to be annoyed, then curiously looked at Lin Yuan: "What is it?"

"This is it, keep an eye on the village hunting team's actions, find out when they return from hunting." Lin Yuan looked at Li Yuanshan and said directly, "No need to investigate too deeply, just need to know roughly."

"Rest assured, Yuan bro, leave it to me." Li Yuanshan confidently patted his chest upon hearing this.

He didn't ask Lin Yuan for the reason, just agreed immediately. Knowing Lin Yuan, he must have his reasons.

Li Yuanshan noticed the time was about right, and they had eaten all the buns, so he bid farewell to Lin Yuan.

"Yuan bro, I'm leaving now; I'll come by to see you in a few days."

Lin Yuan lightly nodded, standing in the garden, watching Li Yuanshan leave. Yet in his heart, he was pondering the martial arts levels of the villagers.

The life-saving medicine was replaced with candy, which no one could stand.

He entrusted Li Yuanshan to gather intelligence on the hunting team's schedule to find a way to get back what belonged to him from Wang Mingyong.

Next, he meticulously practiced the essentials of the Eight-step Breaking Fist.

About half a month passed. Apart from the first few days when various uncles and aunts who were close to him brought meat to visit, no other significant events occurred.

At noon this day.

"Whoosh!"

A gust of foul air was exhaled fiercely by Lin Yuan.

Fully practicing the Eight-step Breaking Fist, he moved like a nimble monkey leaping and dashing between the woods, twisting and turning.

With thirty-two meridians rapidly circulating Qi-Blood within him, the exquisite techniques brought overwhelming power, creating whooshing sounds around him in the air.

"Yuan bro has truly recovered." Watching from the side, Li Yuanshan saw Lin Yuan's agile form and quick steps, his gaze couldn't keep up with Lin Yuan's movements, and soon his vision blurred.

"Boom."

As Lin Yuan let out a loud shout, his right fist shot out like lightning, producing a loud explosive sound in the air, startling Li Yuanshan, whose ears rang.

Yet his martial arts level was limited, and he couldn't see that Lin Yuan's current strength far surpassed before. He just assumed that Lin Yuan had returned to his former state, genuinely pleased in his heart.

But thinking about the gradually spreading discussions among the village's younger generation, his happy expression inevitably dimmed a bit.

"Why so unhappy?" Lin Yuan, calmly retracting his punch, noticed that Li Yuanshan's expression was unusual and asked.

"Yuan bro, while you've been recuperating, some in the village have been saying you wasted the pills the village chief gave, completely unable to regain your past strength." Li Yuanshan felt indignant, his eyes slightly red: "They even said it would have been better to give the pills to Wang Dong, since you're someone with a wasted Dantian, unworthy of such valuable pills."

Hearing this, Lin Yuan was momentarily stunned, then gently comforted him.

"Just ignore them. Give me a little more time, and I should be able to recover to about eighty percent of my former self."

"Before the selection, I should be fully recovered."

"Yuan bro, I believe you can. When the time comes, teach those bastards a lesson." Hearing Lin Yuan's confident reply, Li Yuanshan felt somewhat uplifted.

"Hehe." Lin Yuan chuckled lightly.

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That night.

Inside Lin Yuan's house.

"The Eight-step Breaking Fist is already familiar at the minor accomplishment level, fully circulating Qi-Blood can fill four meridians. Such progress is truly unmatched in speed. If I had pills to restore Qi-Blood, it would be even faster." Lin Yuan couldn't help but sigh as he felt the surging Qi-Blood inside him.

In his previous life, it took seven or eight years to master the Eight-step Breaking Fist, but in just half a month, he caught up with the amount of Qi-Blood gained in those seven or eight years, his progress astonishingly rapid.

This was supported not only by the Qi-Blood circulation speed of the Red Spirit State but also by the healing potion's efficacy, enabling such fast progress.

During his half-month of practice, the healing pill inside Lin Yuan shrank by another circle. He estimated that a little more practice would thoroughly refine this pill.

"While there's still residue of the pill, I must deduce the initial stage of the Wild Bull Technique. Otherwise, once the pill is fully absorbed and I cannot deduce the subsequent stages of the Wild Bull Technique, I will lack a major self-defense skill in the future."

"Let's begin, then."

With determination in his heart, Lin Yuan's face darkened slightly, calmly saying.

"Nine Chapters, deduce the entry-level method of the Wild Bull Technique."