Initiation into the Body (Part 2)

Mastering the Raging Bull Fist wasn't difficult at all.

With the thought in mind, he began to cultivate again.

Lin Sheng only stopped when the sky was nearing darkness.

At this point, he could already feel that his control over the Bloodline Power within his body had improved compared to before.

"At this pace, I'll master it in five days at most. If I'm lucky, I might even be able to activate my internal Blood Essence in three days."

He looked up at the dim sky, realizing with a start that over an hour had passed.

"I can't believe I've been cultivating for so long."

Before he had absorbed the rock sheep, let alone cultivating for over an hour, managing to cultivate for the time it took an incense stick to burn was already considered good.

After a long period of cultivation, he felt a bit more tired now, though it was still within his tolerance.

It wasn't that he didn't want to continue practicing, but rather that his rumbling stomach interrupted him, followed by a strong sense of hunger.

Although absorbing the rock sheep had greatly increased his endurance, it still consumed his own energy.

After this round of cultivation, the dinner he had eaten at the slaughterhouse had already been completely digested.

Cultivation, cultivation – since ancient times, it's been said that literature is for the poor and martial arts are for the rich. Cultivating consumes a vast amount of resources. Poor families, unable to eat or dress warmly, were inherently weaker than others in terms of physique and bone structure. Therefore, even those with decent talent had little chance of success in such an environment.

Lin Sheng naturally understood this principle. In such an ancient society, especially in a world with true martial arts, which were a form of extraordinary power, the demand for resources was even greater.

However, the Raging Bull Fist was merely the lowest grade of martial arts, and the cost of mastering it wasn't that high.

Lin Sheng returned to his room and took out his wages.

He had only been in the Town Mountain Tower for a little over two months, and he had only received his wages once.

Looking at the seventy coins in his hand, his monthly wage at the Town Mountain Tower was eighty coins.

Adding his daily expenses and what he gave to his parents, his current savings were only seventy coins.

With unpolished rice costing two to three coins per jin, his monthly wages could almost buy forty jin of unpolished rice.

Furthermore, the slaughterhouse provided lunch and dinner, and his elder brother usually worked at the Sun family's place and rarely came home. His monthly wages, if he was frugal, were enough for his parents' living expenses.

However, Xie Guilan and Lin Hong rarely asked for his money, saying they wanted him to save it for getting married.

Xie Guilan took on some sewing work and did odd jobs for washing and cleaning. His father, Lin Hong, although injured in the leg and having difficulty moving, generally didn't stay at home. Instead, he set up a stall on the street selling various sundries, which was just enough to support himself.

Feeling the progress he had made in the Raging Bull Fist after absorbing the rock sheep, Lin Sheng knew that joining the Beast Hunter Hall was practically a sure thing.

Therefore, he didn't need to live as cautiously as before. He went straight to the street and picked out five jin of offal at the butcher shop.

Compared to lean meat, offal was much cheaper, and it was still meat, capable of replenishing his energy consumption.

After some bargaining for the five jin of offal, Lin Sheng ended up spending eighteen coins.

This was the first time he had spent so extravagantly, but it was all for his cultivation, and these expenses were necessary.

He browsed around the butcher shop again, wondering if there was anything else worth buying.

"Since the rock sheep could be absorbed, this mountain boar should also be absorbable. It's a shame there's nothing I'm looking for..."

After looking around, Lin Sheng found that most of the meat in the shop was mountain boar meat, with some rock sheep meat remaining.

"Young Master Lin, is there anything else you're looking for?"

At this moment, the butcher in the shop saw that Lin Sheng hadn't left and immediately asked with a smile.

"Shopkeeper, do you have any beef for sale?"

"Beef!?"

Hearing Lin Sheng's words, the butcher was taken aback and frowned.

"Beef is a rare commodity here. If you're looking for beef, Young Master Lin, you might have trouble finding it on Crock Street."

"Can you get bull's blood?"

Lin Sheng seemed to have anticipated the shopkeeper's words and asked directly.

"Bull's blood?" The butcher scratched his head, looking surprised, but he didn't think much of it. After a moment of thought, he replied.

"Bull's blood is much simpler. When I go to get supplies in the next couple of days, I can keep an eye out for you. How much do you want?"

"I want five jin. No, ten jin."

"Ten jin will be twenty-five coins, no room for negotiation."

The shopkeeper directly stated the price.

Hearing this price, Lin Sheng frowned slightly.

Seemingly noticing his hesitation, the butcher said with a smile.

"Young Master Lin, I know this price is a bit high, but we butchers buy in small quantities, and they might not sell to you. Besides, bull's blood isn't easy to sell here on Crock Street, so naturally, there's a premium."

"Alright, I'll pay as you say."

Lin Sheng finally nodded and left a deposit of five coins.

While cultivating the Raging Bull Fist at home earlier, he had already made some guesses.

Since the rock sheep could be absorbed into the body, why not directly choose a bull to absorb into one's own body?

After all, Raging Bull Fist, Raging Bull Fist, has "bull" in its name, and Tian Hu had also mentioned this when teaching them the martial art before.

This Raging Bull Fist was created by a martial arts genius in ancient times who observed wild bulls wrestling.

Since it was created by observing wild bulls, it was likely that choosing a bovine creature to absorb into his body would be the most compatible way for him to cultivate Raging Bull Fist.

However, this was just his speculation; he would have to try it himself to know if it was as he imagined.

Returning home, Lin Hong and Xie Guilan were already back.

Seeing the pig offal Lin Sheng was holding, Xie Guilan couldn't help but speak.

"Why did Ah Sheng go out and buy so much offal? Spending money carelessly again. If you keep this up, when will you ever get married?"

Hearing his mother's nagging, Lin Sheng felt a bit helpless.

In ancient society, marrying early was normal. His older brother, who was above him, hadn't even settled his marriage yet, yet she was so concerned about him, the second son.

Thinking about this, he understood why his elder brother, Lin Miao, lived at the Sun family's place and rarely came home. It seemed the fear of being nagged about marriage wasn't just in his past life; it still existed even now.

"Alright, what's with all the talk? Ah Sheng is practicing martial arts now, so his consumption is naturally not what it used to be. Besides, Ah Sheng isn't a child anymore, so stop nagging endlessly."

It was Lin Hong who finally spoke, putting an end to Xie Guilan's incessant chatter.

Xie Guilan stepped forward, took the pig offal from Lin Sheng's hands, and started a fire to cook.

Lin Sheng himself ate four of the five jin of pig offal.

This amount of food left both his parents stunned.

Lin Sheng, holding his stomach, went outside the courtyard to continue practicing while the iron was hot.

He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but Lin Sheng felt that his digestive ability seemed to have strengthened considerably compared to before.

The feeling of fullness in his stomach subsided within the time it took for an incense stick to burn.

Coupled with the fact that his strength had also increased after absorption, he felt he understood the Mountain Sea Scroll a little better.