Chen San Pays a Visit, News of Father

After guiding Lin Hu through the basics, Lin Changqing let him cultivate on his own while he returned to the kitchen to continue preparing the medicinal cuisine.

This stuff was actually simple—just stew it over a fire.

It did not taste good, but its effects were excellent.

However!

As Lin Changqing's strength increased, the effects of the Qihuang Black Ginseng Soup had also been greatly reduced. Lin Xuan estimated that once he entered the Seventh Rank Viscera Refining Realm, it would be almost entirely ineffective.

Half an hour later, the medicinal cuisine was finally ready.

Lin Changqing called Lin Hu in from the courtyard, where he was still practicing martial arts, and said in a deep voice, "Hu Zi, this is Qihuang Black Ginseng Soup. It has miraculous effects on martial cultivation.

"However, your cultivation has not yet entered the ranks, so you cannot drink too much.

"One serving every three days is best.

"Once you enter the ranks of martial dao, you can have one serving a day..."

"Changqing, this medicinal cuisine must be very expensive, right?" Lin Hu looked at the Qihuang Black Ginseng Soup on the table. Rather than drinking it immediately, he asked in a low voice.

"That is not something you should be worrying about. What you need to do is drink this medicinal cuisine, then hurry back to practicing your fists."

Lin Changqing waved a hand. "Hu Zi, I know what you're thinking.

"Rest assured, I'm not short on money.

"To be honest, I've already arranged a partnership with the Divine Weapon Pavilion. I won't be lacking silver in the future. Just drink it..."

"Then... all right..."

Lin Hu gritted his teeth and nodded. "Then I won't ask any more. Don't worry, Changqing. I'll work twice as hard and enter the ranks as soon as possible."

"Mm!"

Lin Changqing nodded, then continued, "Don't be too tense either. On the path of cultivation, one must know when to push and when to ease off.

"Relentless hard training alone will not do. You could ruin your body."

"Mm!"

Lin Hu nodded, though his expression was somewhat perfunctory.

He said no more. He immediately drained the bowl of Qihuang Black Ginseng Soup from the table, then turned and ran toward the courtyard.

Lin Changqing could not help but smile wryly at the sight.

But he did not try to stop him. Practicing martial arts after drinking the medicinal cuisine would only make it more effective.

Without hesitation, he picked up another bowl of medicinal cuisine and drained it in one gulp.

However, Lin Changqing did not go practice martial arts. Instead, he used his Spiritual Power to examine his own body inwardly, carefully sensing the effects of the medicinal cuisine.

"Just as I expected, the medicinal cuisine's effects have been greatly diminished."

After a while, Lin Changqing shook his head slightly and muttered, "The Three Body Tempering Realms: refining skin and flesh, tempering tendons and bones, refining the viscera.

"Now, I have already completed the tempering of my skin, flesh, tendons, and bones.

"I have even cultivated Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound.

"But I always feel that neither of these has reached its limit. My body still has room to improve. It is only that I know too little about martial dao in this world.

"I know even less about cultivation methods and Martial Skills, making it difficult to judge.

"It seems I need to find a way to obtain a few cultivation methods and Martial Skills..."

As he thought of this, Lin Changqing could not help thinking of Chen San.

Not only was Chen San the manager of the Divine Weapon Pavilion, he was also a member of the Chen Family. He had plenty of connections. Perhaps through him, Lin Changqing could acquire some cultivation methods and Martial Skills.

As well as information on the divisions of martial cultivation and secrets of its system.

These were precisely what he lacked most right now.

Although Daoist Yunyang had previously told him about the Three Body Cultivation Realms and Three Realms Nine Ranks, it had only been a broad outline. Many details had not been explained.

That was why he still had so many doubts.

"Chen San should come by today..."

The moment he thought of Chen San, Lin Changqing immediately felt a stir in his heart.

This was the power of Spiritual Perception, a secret divine art born once one's Spiritual Power had grown powerful enough.

In truth, Spiritual Perception was not without precedent.

The Buddhists' Sixth Consciousness from his previous life and the Daoists' Conscious Spirit were things on the same level.

Put plainly, it was an advanced state of the mind, will, and spirit.

In the courtyard.

Lin Hu was still practicing martial arts. Every stance, every punch, every kick was already beginning to take shape.

Lin Changqing did not disturb him. Instead, he went beneath the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, brewed himself a pot of tea, then sat cross-legged and entered Still Mind.

Within his Sea of Consciousness, he visualized the Cosmic Galaxy.

Nurturing Mind Will.

Like an Enlightened Old Monk comprehending the Dao.

Soon, as noon approached, Lin Changqing beneath the Osmanthus Tree suddenly opened his eyes, two flashes of brilliance vanishing from them in an instant.

"Hu Zi, a guest is coming. Go open the courtyard gate..."

Lin Changqing called to Lin Hu, who was still practicing his punches.

"Ah... alright..."

Lin Hu froze for a moment, then hurriedly nodded and headed for the Courtyard Entrance.

A smile rested on Lin Changqing's lips. The reason he had interrupted Lin Hu was because he did not want him to continue practicing.

Cultivation and Dao Seeking required both tension and relaxation.

Lin Hu had only just begun cultivating martial arts. Blindly training himself to the bone would not help him enter the ranks faster; it would instead prove counterproductive.

In fact—

Had Lin Hu not eaten the medicinal cuisine today, training this way would definitely have consumed a great deal of his Qi and Blood.

Over time, with both Qi and Blood depleted, his Foundation would be damaged. The loss would outweigh the gain.

Creak...

Lin Hu opened the courtyard gate.

There was nothing outside. Not a soul in sight.

Lin Hu scratched the back of his head, turned to Lin Changqing, and said, "Changqing, there's no one here!"

"They'll be here in a moment. You should rest as well; I'll need your help with something later." Lin Changqing smiled faintly. "Hu Zi, no more Martial Arts Practice today.

From now on, you must not practice more than two hours a day.

Otherwise, your body won't be able to take it..."

"Alright!"

Lin Hu nodded and grinned at Lin Changqing. "Anyway, I'll listen to you. Whatever you say goes."

"You listen to everything I say? Aren't you afraid I'll sell you off?" Lin Changqing gave a light laugh.

"Of course not. What kind of person you are—I know that perfectly well."

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Lin Hu waved a hand and declared with absolute confidence. Then he suddenly looked into the distance and cried out in surprise, "Eh... Changqing, you're incredible. Someone really is coming."

Lin Changqing merely smiled without speaking.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked beyond the courtyard.

A carriage, escorted by more than a dozen guards, was heading straight for his home.

And the one leading the way was Lin Dashan again.

"Damn it, it's that bastard Lin Dashan again! Who has that guy brought over this time? I'm going out there to drive them away!"

Lin Hu saw who it was as well. His expression instantly changed, and he cursed as he prepared to charge out of the courtyard.

"Hu Zi, don't be rash. It's Chen San of Divine Weapon Pavilion. He's here to discuss business with me."

Lin Changqing said with a light laugh, "The silver you and I will need for cultivating martial arts in the future will all depend on him..."

Lin Dashan had gotten smarter this time.

He stopped more than a hundred meters away and did not come any closer. It seemed the lesson from last time had made him remember.

In truth—

If Chen San had not offered so much, Lin Dashan truly would not have wanted to bring anyone to Lin Changqing's place. He always felt that Lin Changqing was far too uncanny.

Whenever he thought of what had happened each time he met Lin Changqing, a chill ran down his spine.

"Hahaha... Young Master Lin, Chen San has come uninvited. I hope you will not take offense..."

At this moment!

The carriage had already stopped at the Courtyard Entrance. Chen San stepped down from it with a smile and, accompanied by a Middle-aged Man, entered the courtyard.

"Shopkeeper Chen, you're too polite. Please, have a seat."

Lin Changqing sat beneath the Osmanthus Tree, his Calm Expression unchanged. He picked up the teapot and poured Chen San a cup of tea. "Shopkeeper Chen, have you brought the materials for forging divine weapons today?"

"Not just the materials."

Chen San nodded, then said gravely, "There is also some good news."

"Oh? What good news?"

Lin Changqing raised his eyebrows. A flash of inspiration suddenly struck him as he said, "Could it be that Shopkeeper Chen has already found news of my father?"

"Haha, Young Master Lin truly is remarkable. You guessed it in one."

Chen San hurriedly nodded. "Over the past few days, I made inquiries through many channels and, thankfully, did not fail your expectations. I obtained some information about your father.

Your father was indeed recruited by the Imperial Court to forge a batch of weapons for them.

There is no issue with his safety.

It's just that... he likely won't be able to return anytime soon."

Lin Changqing immediately frowned. When the Imperial Court had recruited him before, they said it would only take ten days to half a month. Yet so much time had passed now, and there had not been the slightest word.

He had even needed Chen San to inquire about the news, and from the look of it, his father probably would not be able to return for another three to five months.

How could that possibly put him at ease?

Although Lin Changqing had transmigrated here, when his soul merged with this body, he had also inherited the former owner's memories and emotions.

He had deep feelings for his father in this life.

"Shopkeeper Chen, is there any way to let my father return sooner?" Lin Changqing asked in a low voice.

"This..."

Chen San hesitated at once. "Well, Young Master Lin, this is an Imperial Court recruitment. There are rules..."

"Rules are meant to be broken."

Lin Changqing gave a light laugh.

Having come from his previous life, he had seen far too many twists and turns.

He knew that so-called rules were often only meant for ordinary people. To those at the top, they were nothing at all.

The Imperial Court had recruited so many blacksmiths. One more father of his made no difference, and one less made no difference either.

He glanced at Chen San. "A Ninth Rank Divine Weapon. Can my father return within three days?"

Hiss!

Chen San's eyes immediately gleamed. He had not expected Lin Changqing to act so generously, and his heart stirred greatly.

"I can guarantee that its quality will be no worse than the long saber Mr. Lin sold you..." Lin Changqing's expression remained calm as he added.

Chen San's gaze grew even hotter. He immediately gritted his teeth and said, "Three days is too rushed. Five days. Within five days, I guarantee your father will return safely..."