CHAPTER 52: CHAPTER 50: NO ONE GETS RICH WITHOUT WINDFALL WEALTH (2)

"Did Xing Jinglong order you to watch me?" Lin Zheyu asked.

"Sir, I’m just here to stroll around, I haven’t done anything. I’m innocent!"

"Brother Long didn’t give me any orders; I’m really just here for a simple stroll. Although this is Feihong Gang’s territory, there’s no rule against people from other gangs shopping here, right!"

The man explained, his face showing a wronged and aggrieved expression.

"Yu, should I take him back for questioning?" Zhou Dali asked.

"No need."

Lin Zheyu shook his head and tossed the man away, "Scram, and don’t be so sneaky in the future."

"Yes, yes, I’ll change right away."

The man nodded quickly, got up, and walked briskly into the distance.

"Go on with your tasks, patrol diligently."

"Yes, sir."

Zhou Dali said excitedly, turning around to continue his idle walk, or rather, his patrol.

Watching the man’s fading silhouette, Lin Zheyu thought to himself, "I need to find a way to deal with that guy. Being constantly watched isn’t a solution."

After wandering around Hundred Flavors Street and buying some food, Lin Zheyu headed back.

Thud thud thud

Thud thud thud thud

In the courtyard, the sound of thudding echoed continuously.

There was no sunlight today; the sky was gloomy, and the cold wind howled.

Lin Zheyu was bare-chested, drenched in sweat, his Qi Blood boiling within him.

An intense energy of Qi Blood, under his control, poured into his arms. As his fists struck the wooden stake, the Qi Blood resonated, refining the muscles, tendons, skin, and bones of his arms.

After advancing to the Qi Blood Realm, his physique, tendons, bones, and skin all received reinforcement.

However, the main strengthening was in his legs; other areas weren’t as pronounced.

Perhaps as his strength continues to improve, with five or six transformations of Qi Blood, his entire body will eventually reach the iron-bone level through relentless reinforcement.

But for now, only his legs have reached iron-bone strength, while his other body parts are just slightly stronger than those of an average Martial Artist.

Thud thud thud

Lin Zheyu continued to punch, his aura now even more intense than before.

After days of hard training, his understanding of Wild Bull Fist has greatly increased.

While practicing the fist skill, he imagines himself as a wild bull, like one in a bullfighting arena, charging with all its might in a fit of rage.

Bam!

Moo—

With a move like a Wild Bull Charge, Lin Zheyu, using the Wild Bull Fist Breathing Skill, faintly uttered a sound resembling a bull’s roar.

Thud thud thud

His fists attacked the wooden stake like a raging storm, the thudding sound unending.

Lin Zheyu found himself engulfed in the frenzy of an enraged bull, a hint of red filling his eyes, the overwhelming momentum affecting his rationality.

It wasn’t until two hours later, having expended all his energy and once again breaking his limits, that he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

"I was just affected by the momentum, losing a bit of rationality."

Lin Zheyu murmured, his spirit somewhat dazed.

For a better grasp of the momentum in Wild Bull Fist, he hypnotized himself into believing he was a wild bull, which proved quite effective.

Over several days, his understanding of the fist momentum progressed significantly.

But because he was too immersed in the momentum, he lost himself in it.

"The direction is wrong. If the momentum causes insanity, strengthening it serves no purpose but creating a mindless brute, worse than Jia Yanrong."

"Brute force can be reckless but not thoughtless or frenzied, rather a rational courage, a belief of invincibility..."

"..."

Lin Zheyu lay on the ground, murmuring, the gleam in his eyes growing stronger.

Indeed.

Brute force can be reckless but not thoughtless—a belief in my invincibility, a warrior’s resolve that my punch will end you!

The brightness in Lin Zheyu’s eyes intensified, unaffected by the mental exhaustion from just breaking his limits.

He struggled to rise, eager to validate his thoughts, to practice Wild Bull Fist once more.

The momentum is not merely known; it needs conviction during practice, infusing will into the fist skill to create a unique ’force’ of one’s own!

But Lin Zheyu couldn’t get up.

Having expended all his strength in his frenzy, and breaking his physical limits again, his body was now sore and weak.

"Forget it, there’s no rush."

Lin Zheyu muttered, staying still, resting on the cold ground.

Within his body, Qi Blood energy, extracted by force, sublimed from his blood, coursing through him to relieve fatigue.

Lying on the ground, Lin Zheyu took deep breaths.

He looked at the data in his consciousness; having just broken his limits, his Source Power increased by one unit.

Through these days of training, the Six Harmonies Saber Skill and Wild Bull Fist both made notable progress.

The Golden Swan Skill, after reaching the Qi Blood Realm, advanced slowly, requiring years of persistent training and refining to reach the Qi Blood limit.

Achieving this through self-effort alone would take quite some time.

[Heaven rewards diligent work]

Name: Lin Zheyu

Source Power: 3

Skills:

Wild Bull Fist (Proficient 68%)

Golden Swan Skill (Fourth Layer 67%)

Turtle Breath Skill (Third Layer 1%)

Six Harmonies Blade (Proficient 35%)

"I’ve accumulated 3 units of Source Power, but unfortunately, I’m out of money. Otherwise, I could elevate the Golden Swan Skill to the Fifth Layer."

Currently, he can accumulate one unit of Source Power every four days, but using one unit to upgrade the Golden Swan Skill requires about three portions of Blood-Nourishing and Bone-Strengthening Soup for adequate energy.

To elevate the Golden Swan Skill to the Fifth Layer, he’d need at least three more units of Source Power.

Which means it requires the materials for nine portions of Blood-Nourishing and Bone-Strengthening Soup as an energy source, the cost of which now exceeds a hundred silver taels due to market prices, a significant sum.

"Rest a bit, and increase my proficiency in Wild Bull Fist first."

"With a base strength of the Qi Blood Realm, enhancing Wild Bull Fist shouldn’t require too much Source Power and energy," Lin Zheyu mused.

A few days ago, he received his monthly pay of five silver taels from the Feihong Gang, along with other silver taels from storytellers, building up a savings of over twenty silver taels.

For an average person, twenty silver taels, spent frugally, could support a family for two to three years.

But for Lin Zheyu, after purchasing two portions of Blood-Nourishing and Bone-Strengthening Soup materials, his money was gone.

Achieving success in Martial Dao truly makes money vanish as swiftly as flowing water.

Unfortunately, the plan to monetize story copyrights was aborted before it took off; otherwise, he could potentially earn two taels daily.

"Currently, there are no good ways to increase my income. After upgrading Wild Bull Fist, I’ll find some time to head out of the city!"

"I’d like to see how things are outside the city now," Lin Zheyu pondered.

He had long wanted to visit outside the city.

To see how rampant the bandits had become.

To witness the actual combat capabilities of the city’s garrison.

To discover if a formation of a hundred elite soldiers could easily rival a Qi Blood Realm Martial Artist.

To explore whether there are truly demons lurking in the deep mountains and forests.

And so forth.

Lin Zheyu’s curiosity was boundless.

Just that before, lacking strength, he had always held himself back, developing silently.

Now, his abilities were among the top tier in Songyi City; if he still faced life-threatening danger outside, then ordinary people wouldn’t stand a chance.

Crucially, there were numerous bandits outside the city.

A man doesn’t get rich without windfall, a horse doesn’t fatten without night fodder.

If bandits could rob others, why couldn’t he rob the bandits?

Thieves who rob others will in turn be robbed!

"If Xing Jinglong and Xing Penghai dare to follow me this time, I’ll deal with them outside the city."

A glint of ruthlessness flashed in Lin Zheyu’s eyes.

Had it not been for the strict control in Songyi City making it hard to kill freely, he would have acted secretly long ago.

He couldn’t fathom what was wrong with these two, why they were fixated on a small figure like him.

Even if his martial talent was somewhat outstanding, what he currently showcased was merely Bone Forging Realm strength.

In Songyi City, that was just a minor figure, so he couldn’t comprehend why Xing Jinglong kept such a close watch on him.