CHAPTER 38: CHAPTER 38: DEPARTURE (PART 2)

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When Lin Zheyu returned home, it was already late at night.

After a few days of recuperation, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit had once again returned to their peak.

Upon returning, he removed his coat and continued to train.

In the courtyard, Lin Zheyu’s figure moved quickly, occasionally swinging his legs at the wooden stakes, producing crisp, sharp sounds.

He trained madly for over half an hour.

Hiss—

He felt the muscles in his body spasming, his face turning extremely pale.

He had reached his limit.

At this moment, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit condensed into a single force, and his Source Power increased by one unit.

"Phew..."

Lin Zheyu stopped and exhaled deeply.

"After becoming stronger, endurance improves, breaking through physical limits becomes much harder."

Lin Zheyu sighed.

As his strength improved, breaking through his physical limits became increasingly difficult.

Not only that, but after breaking physical limits many times, his body’s endurance and mental toughness had greatly increased, making it even harder to break through the limits.

[Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence]

Name: Lin Zheyu

Source Power: 4

Skills:

Wild Bull Fist (Proficient 5%)

Golden Swan Skill (Second-Layer 24%)

Turtle Breath Skill (Third-Layer 0%)

Lin Zheyu looked at the data in his consciousness, Source Power had accumulated to four units again.

Turtle Breath Skill had hardly made any progress.

After reaching the third layer, the cultivation difficulty soared, far beyond what the Bone Forging Realm could cultivate.

The subsequent layers involved content about Qi Blood.

Lin Zheyu relied on Source Power to cultivate Turtle Breath Skill to Second-Layer Perfection, already at the limit; to continue improving, he must raise his strength to the Qi Blood Realm.

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The next day.

As the sun set in the west.

Outside Songyi City.

Lin Zheyu and Han Mo stood silently, watching Mr. Liang disappearing into the distance.

"I wonder if we’ll have a chance to see Mr. Liang again in the future."

Lin Zheyu looked at the sky where the figure had vanished, his expression somewhat desolate, feeling the sorrow of parting.

"We will."

"Master is so strong, there won’t be any trouble."

"If you ever have difficulties, Mr. Lin, come to me, and I will do my utmost to help." Han Mo patted Lin Zheyu’s shoulder.

During this time, Lin Zheyu also understood Mr. Han’s disposition.

It’s said that a person’s appearance reflects their heart. Han Mo’s straightforward nature matched his appearance, making him a person worthy of befriending.

"Are you patrolling later, Senior Brother?"

"No, I took a leave this afternoon," Han Mo replied.

"Since you’re free, let’s head to the courtyard and exchange moves later."

Lin Zheyu, feeling depressed, wanted to find something to vent his emotions.

"Alright, it’s not like there’s much else to do," Han Mo said with a smile.

The two stood silently, watching the direction Liang Song had left before turning and heading into the city.

Due to the war, there were more refugees outside the city, a tragic sight of hunger and desolation.

Several families of rich merchants had set up porridge points outside the city, but facing the increasing number of refugees, it was far from enough.

As they walked past, Lin Zheyu recognized a familiar figure.

It was Ren Qingying from the Ren Family, a very beautiful young woman.

"Why are you staring at that girl like that, do you fancy her?"

Han Mo laughed, "Do you want Senior Brother to help you propose marriage?"

"Stop kidding."

"That’s Miss Ren Qingying from the Ren Mansion, right?"

Lin Zheyu pointed to the beautiful woman at the porridge site and said, "I was once a refugee. When I escaped to Songyi City, thanks to Miss Ren’s porridge, otherwise you wouldn’t be seeing me now."

"Then you should properly thank Miss Ren," Han Mo said.

He looked at the countless refugees with some unwillingness, yet felt powerless.

Every day, the city guards would patrol and burn the dead bodies, an extremely unpleasant experience.

"I’ve heard that the chaotic army might attack Songyi City. Senior Brother, you’re in the city guard, do you have any inside information?" Lin Zheyu asked.

"I’m not sure. The officials constantly reassure the soldiers, saying there’s nothing to worry about and that Great Wei will soon send troops to suppress the chaos."

"No one knows exactly what’s happening at the front line."

Han Mo shrugged helplessly, he also wanted to know what was happening at the front line. If the situation was dire, he wanted to let his family get away beforehand.

"Don’t worry, you see, the eldest daughter of the Ren Mansion is still here, so the situation shouldn’t be that bad."

"The Ren Mansion started as merchants, and their information is well-connected. Many people are watching them. If there were any unusual movements from the Ren Mansion, it would indeed mean something’s wrong."

Han Mo pointed to Ren Qingying and said.

At that moment, Ren Qingying had finished distributing porridge, combed her hair, and showed a hint of worry while looking at the refugees.

With the support of the Ren Mansion’s guards, Ren Qingying managed to separate from the refugees and return to the city.

"What a fine young woman, who knows whom she’ll marry in the future," Han Mo sighed.

"Why, Senior Brother, are you interested?"

"Come on, if my wife hears that, she wouldn’t speak to me for days," Han Mo replied with a smile.

Clip-clop

A team of soldiers approached, their steps orderly and strong.

Leading them was a burly man in armor, sitting on a horse.

The sound of horse hooves clattered as they sped towards Lin Zheyu and Han Mo.

"Quick, step aside!"

Han Mo pulled Lin Zheyu aside, avoiding the horse’s rush.

Whinny—

The man pulled his rein, and the horse stopped in front of Lin Zheyu and Han Mo.

"Xing Penghai, what are you doing!"

Han Mo furrowed his brow and glared angrily at the man on the horse.

"Yo, isn’t this Mr. Han the Centurion? I didn’t look carefully just now. Apologies."

"But I’ve heard Mr. Han took a leave today, so why are you here?"

"What’s this, does Mr. Han want to do what the rich are doing outside the city and set up a porridge point?" Xing Penghai took off his helmet, laughing.

He was a man of ordinary appearance with a noticeable scar at the corner of his eye.

"Mr. Xing is joking; I don’t have that many silver taels," Han Mo responded indifferently.

Standing aside, Lin Zheyu felt the tension between the two, sensing some conflict between them.

"Is Mr. Han’s companion here quite handsome? Aren’t you going to introduce him?" Xing Penghai looked at Lin Zheyu, his eyes narrowing into a smile.

"It’s none of your business!" Han Mo immediately retorted.

"I think it is my business."

"I, Mr. Xing, suspect he might be a spy sent by the chaotic army, threatening Songyi City’s safety." Xing Penghai sneered, looking at Han Mo with Yin and Yang sarcasm.

"Hmph, Xing Penghai, don’t push me to flip out." Han Mo warned angrily.

"Haha, just joking around."

"Mr. Han is as humorless as ever," Xing Penghai said with a smile.

"I’m warning you, Xing Penghai, if you dare cause trouble, I, Han Mo, am not to be trifled with."

Han Mo’s expression turned icy, and he spoke to Lin Zheyu, "Let’s go, ignore him."

"Okay."

Lin Zheyu followed silently beside Han Mo, walking into Songyi City.

Behind them, Xing Penghai’s somewhat wanton laughter echoed.

"Senior Brother, do you have a grudge against that man?" Lin Zheyu asked.

"Yes, a bit."

"Don’t worry. That guy doesn’t dare cause trouble, he just finds opportunities now and then to disgust me." Han Mo explained, reassuring Lin Zheyu.

Lin Zheyu nodded without asking further.

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