CHAPTER 43: CHAPTER 43: CAUSING TROUBLE

Morning.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Lin Zheyu woke up early, sat cross-legged on the bed, and practiced the Turtle Breath Skill.

After reaching the Qi Blood Realm, his Turtle Breath Skill could continue to be cultivated.

After a period of cultivation, he discovered that practicing the Turtle Breath Skill right after waking up in the morning was much more efficient.

This was related to the changes in metabolism after a night’s sleep.

During deep sleep, body metabolism and Qi Blood activity drop to their lowest, somewhat similar to the Turtle Breath Skill.

Understanding the natural changes in the human body allowed him to better comprehend the mysteries of the Turtle Breath Skill.

He practiced for an hour.

Lin Zheyu went out for a walk.

In the streets of Songyi City.

The road was much quieter than usual.

If not for the occasional group of refugees passing through Songyi City, bringing a bit of vitality, the city would have become deathly still.

Afternoon.

In the Bidan Tea House.

Lin Zheyu and a few others gathered here every day.

"Have you heard, Zhou Jiang is dead." Xie Jiang said.

"What? With his strength, how could he die?"

Jia Yanrong exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be a powerful martial artist has appeared among the bandits?"

Zhou Jiang was a member of the Feihong Gang, his strength reaching the Peak of Bone Forging Realm, stronger than Jia Yanrong and the others.

He was a battle maniac, extremely fierce when fighting.

"The White Stone Mountain Mine was forcibly attacked by a group of bandits, causing a conflict, and three died, two of whom were just guys who knew some Turtle Fist."

"Zhou Jiang was very strong, but in his excitement, he charged into the bandit encirclement. Help was not timely, and he was beaten to death."

Xie Jiang said, staring directly at Jia Yanrong.

Lin Zheyu and Ning Hui heard this and simultaneously turned their heads to look at Jia Yanrong.

From Zhou Jiang, they saw Jia Yanrong’s future fate.

"Hey, hey, why are you all looking at me like that?"

"I’m not that lunatic who doesn’t care about his life when fighting."

Jia Yanrong was creeped out by their stares, murmuring.

"No, you are."

They all said in unison.

Jia Yanrong: "..."

"Do you think Mr. Xu will mobilize people to provide support?" Ning Hui asked.

"It hasn’t reached that point yet."

"But now bandits are rampant outside the city, and other places have also been attacked. Perhaps he’ll send us elsewhere for assistance."

Xie Jiang said.

This guy liked to gossip around, always well-informed.

Lin Zheyu focused on martial arts, Jia Yanrong paid no attention to these things, and Ning Hui was immersed in indulgence, lacking information.

So they gathered every day to listen to Xie Jiang’s gossip.

"Mr. Lin, if we are indeed mobilized for support, we’d probably be in the same team, my little life would depend on you then."

Xie Jiang looked at Lin Zheyu and said.

"Mr. Jiang, no need to be so formal, just call me by my name. No need for Mr. Lin."

Lin Zheyu was somewhat speechless.

Being called Mr. Lin by someone older made him a bit uncomfortable.

"You scholarly types say, ’The accomplished become teachers’ right?"

"Your skills are far superior to ours, calling you Mr. Lin is nothing. If not for my pride, I would have called you Yu."

Xie Jiang laughed slyly.

Lin Zheyu rolled his eyes at him.

Once familiar with them, he discovered Xie Jiang’s true nature.

Unlike Jia Yanrong’s recklessness and dislike for using his head, this guy often had some little ideas, but was somewhat shameless.

During their chat, the storytelling began.

The storyteller was an old gentleman, very knowledgeable, his skills far surpassing Lin Zheyu.

The guests listened intently.

"Xing has changed his ways, even coming to listen to stories."

Ning Hui curled his lips, motioning to a table not far away.

They looked over and saw that familiar figure.

"The fatty is definitely here to cause trouble again."

"He failed to stir trouble last time, and now he’s brought more men." Jia Yanrong said.

No need to think, it was clear Xing was up to something.

This playboy was not one for storytelling, he liked fighting, gambling, and women all day.

Upon seeing Xing Jinglong, Lin Zheyu couldn’t help but frown.

He felt Xing Jinglong was targeting him.

"Don’t let me find an opportunity, or I’ll deal with you."

Lin Zheyu stared at Xing Jinglong vaguely thinking.

Anyone with ill intentions towards him, he would like to deal with them.

The feeling of being targeted was unpleasant, requiring constant caution to prevent being plotted against.

Since returning from outside the city, Lin Zheyu set up a hidden bed in the kitchen, sleeping there every night.

...

The storyteller eagerly spoke on stage, the audience intently listening in the audience.

Bang!

Suddenly, Xing Jinglong slammed his large hand on the table, making a loud noise.

The entire tea house went silent.

"What rubbish are you talking about?"

"Dare bring out such a story, get off the stage."

He looked at the storyteller with disdain, his face fierce, scaring the storyteller into a cold sweat.

"Damn, I’m going to confront him!"

Jia Yanrong slammed the table angrily.

He was originally a guy who liked to fight, not think, easily provoked by anger.

Triggered by Xing’s words, he planned to take action.

"Ignore him."

"This guy came deliberately to cause trouble, wanting you to fight him."

"Look at those sitting by his side, among them is a master at the Refining Internal Organ Realm. If we fight, we’ll be at a disadvantage."

Lin Zheyu pressed down Jia Yanrong’s shoulder, not wanting to reveal his strength by fighting.

His senses were extremely sharp, far beyond ordinary Qi Blood Realm experts.

Without a test, it’s difficult to discern if a martial artist is in the Refining Organ or Bone Forging realm.

Refining Organ and Bone Forging train internal body tissues, the improvement in Essence, Qi, and Spirit is not obvious.

Some people in the Refining Organ Realm appear less robust and mighty in Essence, Qi, and Spirit compared to the burly Bone Forging martial artists.

Lin Zheyu, having trained the Turtle Breath Skill to the third level, had achieved terrifying body control.

Through subtle physical cues, could discern the opponent’s strength level.

"Even Refining Internal Organ masters have come, is this guy trying to provoke a war between two gangs!"

Xie Jiang exclaimed upon hearing.

Their gangs had quarrels, but in the city, they all held back without any Refining Internal Organ level battles.

In Songyi City, a martial artist at the Refining Organs was considered top-notch, fighting would mean the gangs are at odds.

"How did you know there’s a hidden master at the Refining Organ level?"

Jia Yanrong questioned, sitting back down in confusion.

"I saw that man when I was with Mr. Han, he’s very strong, nearly at the peak of Refining Organs."

Lin Zheyu made up a reason, obliquely indicating the middle-aged man beside Xing Jinglong.

The man, around forty, sported a small mustache, with an ordinary look, appearing inconspicuous.

"Despicable character."

"I’ll have someone call Lord Qiu here, let’s see if they dare be so arrogant!" Xie Jiang said furiously, signaling a subordinate to summon help.

...

Xing Jinglong glanced at Jia Yanrong and others out of the corner of his eye, seeing Jia Yanrong stood up, a smile of success emerged at the corner of his mouth.

But soon, his expression turned a bit ugly.

Lin Zheyu pulled Jia Yanrong down.

"This kid is quite cowardly, even after provocation he could hold back?"

Xing Jinglong cursed inwardly.

Last time Lin Zheyu escaped, he was extremely frustrated.

In the city, he couldn’t act openly, it could easily spark a dispute between both families.

But after provocation, beating them would be acceptable.

In a fight, breaking a few limbs accidentally wasn’t unusual, as long as no fatalities occurred in the city, it wasn’t a big issue.

"Since you don’t plan to step forward, then continue causing trouble, ruin the business of this shop."

Xing Jinglong sneered coldly.

Lin Zheyu was rumored to be grateful, he wanted to see if he could tolerate this.

He picked up a plate from the table and smashed it toward the storytelling stage.

With a snap.

The plate shattered upon hitting the wall behind the storytelling stage.

The old storyteller paled at the sight, quickly stepping down from the stage.

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