Fist Momentum

A group of young men gathered together; aside from talking about women, they talked about all manner of national affairs.

From them, Lin Zheyu learned quite a bit of the latest news about the Rebel Army.

"I heard from Father that Brother Lin has yet to marry?"

Xu Qin Yi suddenly turned the topic to Lin Zheyu, catching him off guard.

"Uh, yes."

"Marriage is decided by one's parents and arranged by matchmakers. Now that my parents and relatives are no longer around, I have no mind to think about marriage."

Lin Zheyu continued to use the absence of his former self's parents as an excuse.

He did not want to get married so early and step into the grave of marriage.

How much more fun was the Hundred Flowers Pavilion!

He wondered how his former self's parents and relatives were doing, whether they had managed to escape with their lives after being robbed by bandits.

"Haha, I was only asking."

"I have several cousins who are exceptionally lovely. I can introduce them to Brother Lin when the time comes."

"There's no rush to marry. Get to know each other first, and if feelings truly blossom, then you can consider the great matter of marriage." Xu Qin Yi said with a smile.

His father, Xu Jingwu, had mentioned this matter as well. Xu Qin Yi had come specifically for it this time.

He had come to see what kind of person Lin Zheyu was—his appearance and character.

After meeting him today, he had a rather good impression.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. How could the girls of the Xu Family compare to those of my Ren Family?"

"My sister is a famed beauty of Songyi City. How about I introduce my sister to you?" Ren Qingfeng grew interested as well.

"Your sister is?" Lin Zheyu asked curiously.

"My sister is named Ren Qingying, a renowned beauty in Songyi City. So many young masters have coveted her for ages, but my sister doesn't think much of them."

Ren Qingfeng spoke proudly.

His elder sister was beautiful, and that gave him plenty of face whenever he went out.

Those young masters who wished to pursue Ren Qingying all went out of their way to curry favor with him, wanting to win over this future brother-in-law.

"Get lost. He's someone my father has his eye on, so don't come digging at my wall."

"Brother Lin, let's not pay attention to these two."

"In a while, there will be a banquet at Xu Residence. I'll invite Brother Lin to attend. I hope Brother Lin will honor us with your presence."

Xu Qin Yi shot Ren Qingfeng a glare and extended the invitation to Lin Zheyu.

"Certainly, certainly!"

He chatted with them until nightfall before leaving.

Jia Yanyong and the others had already gone back, and Lin Zheyu returned to his own courtyard.

"This Xu Qin Yi was probably sent by Gang Leader Xu specifically to win me over, wasn't he?"

Lin Zheyu had figured it out by now.

How could there be so many coincidences in the world? He went to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, Xu Qin Yi happened to be there too, and happened to spot him.

"Gang Leader Xu has treated me well. It's no problem to do whatever I can for him, but getting married this early... better forget it."

Lin Zheyu muttered softly.

Unless he truly met a woman who made his heart pound uncontrollably, he had no plans to marry.

But as he grew older, he had not experienced that heart-fluttering feeling for more than ten years.

"Train in martial arts, train in martial arts. Why think so much?"

"The effects of cultivating Qi and Blood really are astonishing. Using Qi and Blood to temper my bones has made Wild Bull Fist increasingly efficient to cultivate, and my progress is getting faster and faster."

Lin Zheyu looked at the data in his consciousness and spoke inwardly.

Recently, he had spent all his time improving Wild Bull Fist, and the progress had been gratifying.

Back in the courtyard.

Lin Zheyu took off his outer robe and began practicing his fist techniques.

The sound of fists striking wooden posts rang through the courtyard.

As his strength had grown, the wooden posts in the courtyard had been replaced several times. The latest batch had been made from hard Iron Birch.

Iron Birch posts were as hard as iron. No matter how much force Lin Zheyu used, he could no longer blast them apart.

These posts were extremely expensive, but he had not paid for them. Gang Leader Xu had sent them over.

Lin Zheyu continuously attacked the post, using Wild Bull Fist in tandem with Golden Goose Skill.

Qi and Blood Power flooded into both arms. His arm muscles swelled, and veins stood out.

His fists slammed into the wooden post, Qi and Blood Power trembling with each strike and accelerating the tempering of the muscles, tendons, skin, membranes, and bones in his arms.

Using the realm of Qi and Blood to go back and cultivate other Martial Arts was far more efficient, more than three or four times faster than before.

Under the bright moonlight, Lin Zheyu was drenched in sweat.

He stomped hard, and the muscles in both legs suddenly exerted force.

The strength in his legs traveled through his waist and into his arms. Then his upper body tilted slightly, and his fists shot forth like a pair of bull horns, carrying incomparably tyrannical power.

Wild Bull Charge!

A savage, tyrannical, invincible aura rose from his body.

After throwing both punches, Lin Zheyu did not stop. His fists continued to strike out in an unbroken stream.

The aura around him grew stronger and stronger.

A trace of an aura containing "savagery" and "recklessness" faintly swirled around him, exceedingly weak.

If someone of weak will had been here and witnessed such an aura, they would have been so frightened that they could not even bring out half their strength.

This meaning was what Lin Zheyu had sensed while practicing his fists before, the meaning hidden within the fist technique.

After days of hard training and contemplation, he had finally grasped the faintest trace of Fist Momentum.

This was something he had never felt in Golden Goose Skill.

The creator of Wild Bull Fist had fused Fist Momentum into the technique. Only those with sufficiently high comprehension could perceive it while practicing the fist technique.

And only those who comprehended this Fist Momentum could cultivate Wild Bull Fist to the realm of completion.

This was also why Liang Song had said that Wild Bull Fist was easy to learn but difficult to master.

Because most people could not comprehend Fist Momentum from it.

After practicing for an hour, Lin Zheyu stopped.

He practiced his fist technique for an hour every night before bed. It had already become a habit.

At first, after finishing his practice, he would be too excited to sleep. He would get up and practice for another hour, then fall asleep from exhaustion.

Now, that was no longer the case. The moment his head touched the pillow, he fell asleep.

"Wild Bull Fist, Wild Bull Fist... savage, reckless, charging forward without hesitation..."

Lin Zheyu sat beside the stone table, gazing at the sky as he pondered the faint meaning of Fist Momentum he had just comprehended.

It was also his first encounter with Momentum.

Master Liang had said that Momentum was the embryonic form of Intent, and Intent was the foundation of a Transformation Force martial artist's strength.

To break through Marrow Tempering and enter Transformation Force, one had to comprehend an Intent.

If he could comprehend the Fist Momentum within Wild Bull Fist, then advancing to Transformation Force in the future would be much easier.

Lin Zheyu pondered until late at night, but could not glean anything more.

He stopped dwelling on it, took a bath, and went to sleep.

Martial arts training could not be rushed, especially the comprehension of Fist Momentum.

Early the next morning, Lin Zheyu was awakened by the sound of firecrackers.

He pushed open the window. The sky outside was dim, and the cold wind whistled.

Candles had been lit in all the nearby homes. Firecrackers erupted everywhere as people burned incense and worshipped the Gods.

The children had risen early as well, chasing and playing about.

"Oh, today is Little New Year!"

"In the blink of an eye, I've been in this world for more than four months. Time really does pass quickly."

Lin Zheyu suddenly remembered that today was Little New Year in this world.

On Little New Year in Songyi City, every household rose early to slaughter pigs, chickens, and ducks, offering sacrifices to the Kitchen God.

This year's Little New Year was a difficult one.

Sorrow clouded every adult's face. Only ignorant children could still play and laugh without a care.

He wondered how Senior Brother Han Mo was faring outside the city, and whether he could make it back for the New Year.

Since he was already awake, Lin Zheyu did not stay in bed.

With his strength, it would not be a problem even if he went several days without sleep.

He got up, washed up, and went to the courtyard to continue practicing his fists.

The value of martial arts lay in perseverance.