nagpurpolice Chapter 41 Entry
Chapter 41 Entry
"Master~"
Some of his fellow disciples couldn't stand it, but the abbot ultimately made no move.
Ling Feng turned around and gave the museum owner a disdainful smile, then walked through the wall of people at a leisurely pace.
Chen Kui followed, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Chief, are we just going to let him go like this?"
Ling Feng continued walking with his hands behind his back, saying, "Having taken that palm strike from me, your path in martial arts is basically over."
Chen Kui understood immediately and said no more.
The Wind Chaser Gang followed in single file, their footsteps fading into the distance in the alley.
Yu Mubai also left with his arm around his concubine's waist.
Only the people from Changfeng Martial Arts School remained in the courtyard, staring at Lin Mu lying on the ground.
His face was pressed against the cold ground, blood still seeping from the corner of his mouth, the blood dripping down his chin into the cracks between the bricks, spreading out a small patch of dark color.
"Can Lin Mu still cultivate martial arts like this?"
"Even if the injuries can heal, I can only reach the level of Ming Jin (明劲)."
"Sigh~"
The fellow disciples discussed it, their voices tinged with a sense of shared sorrow.
Finally, the eldest brother helped Lin Mu slowly walk into the inner courtyard and into the meditation room.
The museum owner pulled out an ebony box from under the Tai Po troupe.
The box was opened, revealing several pills inside, emitting a refreshing medicinal fragrance.
He took out a bright green pill, his fingertips trembling slightly, and handed it to Lin Mu.
"The Rejuvenating Pill nourishes and strengthens the muscles and bones."
Lin Mu took it and put it in his mouth.
As the pill entered my stomach, a warm sensation spread from my dantian and flowed slowly along my meridians.
The injured meridians felt slightly itchy.
The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, then took out a pale blue pill from the box, scraped off a small piece with his fingernail, and handed it to Lin Mu.
"Awakening Pill, to calm the mind."
Lin Mu didn't stand on ceremony, took the thin, cicada-wing-like piece, and put it under his tongue.
The medicine was very weak, but the cool sensation traveled from the tip of his tongue straight to his brain, gradually gathering his scattered thoughts together.
"Go back and take good care of your injuries," the owner said, dismissing the guest.
After Lin Mu left, the senior brother took a sip of wine and said with heartache:
"Master, you only have three Awakening Pills in total, right?"
"The Rejuvenating Pill warms and nourishes the body's meridians, while the Awakening Pill stabilizes the mind."
"He was injured not only by the force of the neutralizing energy, but also by his vital energy and spirit."
"External injuries can be healed, internal injuries can be treated, but if the mind is scattered, it's truly the end."
"In the end, we couldn't protect him. Whether he can regain his original strength depends on fate."
"Consider it compensation."
"If I weren't injured, I wouldn't be afraid of Ling Feng."
"Now we can only wait for you to break through to the Transformation Realm."
The master sighed, scraped off a piece of the Refreshing Pill, swallowed it, and closed his eyes to rest.
......
Lin Mu staggered back to the courtyard, closed the door, leaned against the door panel, and slowly circulated his body-tempering technique.
Qi and blood surged from the dantian and spread throughout the body.
Those broken meridians are like dried-up riverbeds, where blood and qi flow slowly and sluggishly.
He used his mind to guide his qi and blood, and with the spiral qi and blood path of the wind-controlling spear, like weaving cloth, he peeled away and wrapped the force that had entered his body bit by bit, and finally wrapped it with qi and blood and slowly pushed it out of his body.
He only stopped when he had the last bit of strength left.
Keep it, and you might be able to grasp the secrets of hidden strength.
......
That night, in the Zhao family study.
The candlelight flickered, casting the calligraphy and paintings on the wall in alternating light and shadow.
Zhao Hu sat behind his desk, holding an account book in his hand, his brows furrowed.
Zhao Rong stood in front of him, his hands clasped behind his back.
"The guard at Chang Le Casino that you were looking for was injured by Ling Feng."
Zhao Hu put down the ledger. "Martial arts probably stop here."
"A dignified expert in the Transformation Realm actually attacks someone in the Manifest Realm?"
"A demon is a demon."
Zhao Hu sneered, "Even if the bloodline of a demon beast is diluted, it cannot conceal its violent nature."
"However, I called you here not to discuss how domineering Ling Feng is. I wanted to tell you that we might have to take back Lin Mu's monthly allowance."
Zhao Rong remained silent for a moment, then walked to the desk and sat down.
"I spent so much effort in the Palace Guard testing the character of the clerks, wasn't it all to achieve great things with minimal expenditure?"
"If one has a good temperament, there is still a chance to break through to the Dark Force level."
"Lin Mu has the best temperament I've ever met, it would be a real shame to give him up."
"You should know that most people with exceptional physical attributes are extraordinary individuals."
"Given the Zhao family's position within the sect, it is not permissible for them to have any dealings with demons."
"So what do you think we should do?"
"I think we need to take this time and check on Lin Mu's health before making any plans."
"What if he pulls through?"
"There are precedents for this in the martial arts world."
Zhao Hu leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping the table. After a long while, he finally spoke: "Once things have calmed down, take some calming herbs with you."
"If it can be restored, just leave it."
"Our Zhao family isn't short of money."
"The Wind-Riding Gang is quite troublesome, as they've joined forces with that fiend Yu Mubai to suppress us."
......
For the next few days, Lin Mu stayed indoors.
The body-strengthening technique operates day and night, repeatedly flushing the damaged meridians with qi and blood.
The medicinal power of the Rejuvenating Pill is slowly released, like spring rain nourishing all things, and the broken meridians are slowly healed in the medicinal power.
The patch of medicine scraped off by the Awakening Pill had very little medicinal power, but the cool sensation lingered between his brows, gradually gathering his scattered thoughts together.
During the day, he lay on the couch, closing his eyes to rest, and at night he would sit up to meditate and cultivate his inner energy.
Three days later, at midnight.
Lin Mu couldn't wait to get into the courtyard.
Moonlight fell on the branches of the pear tree, casting sparse shadows on the ground.
He lowered his waist and stood in a stance, circulating his body-strengthening techniques. His qi and blood flowed slowly through his meridians, and the broken parts had basically healed.
It's time to start practicing boxing.
Ming Jin was only slightly better than the average person, yet he was still at the mercy of others.
Once he reached the Transformation Realm, naturally no one would dare to bully him anymore.
He pulled up the brochure and agreed to update it.
A warm current surged from my dantian.
A warm current coursed through his meridians and spread throughout his body. The stance of the Long Wind Fist was corrected frame by frame in his mind. Those points of force that he usually found awkward were now being gently straightened by a pair of invisible hands.
From the soles of the feet to the toes, from the waist and hips to the shoulders and back, the entire movement was incredibly smooth.
Immediately afterwards, another warm current surged out, this time from the Wind-Controlling Spear.
The spiral trajectory was traced repeatedly within the body, from awkward to smooth, from stumbling to harmonious.
The memories of hidden energy that the white-robed man had injected into his body, and the spiral path that had been repeatedly guided on the edge of life and death, were now strung together like a thread, forming a complete chain.
He kept punching until he could no longer improve his skills.
Sweat soaked into a circle on the ground.
At this moment, the sky was turning white.
He closed his eyes and pulled up the booklet.
[Long Wind Fist: Minor Success 88/100]
[Wind-Controlling Gun: Xiao Cheng 58/100]
The experience of teetering on the brink of life and death, combined with the martial arts insights gained from the two masters of the Transformation Realm, produced immediate and remarkable results.
Unfortunately, he still failed to break through the barrier and achieve the breakthrough in internal strength.
With a hint of regret, Lin Mu went back to his room to rest.
......
The next morning, while the pear tree in the courtyard was still covered in dew, footsteps could be heard at the entrance of the alley.
Lin Mu was practicing standing meditation in the courtyard when he heard the noise and stopped.
The courtyard gate was pushed open from the outside, and Zhao Rong walked in first, followed by two servants, one carrying a food box and the other holding a medicine bag.
Zhao Rong wasn't wearing his official robes today; instead, he wore an indigo blue long gown, a leather belt around his waist, and his mustache was meticulously combed.