Lotus Incarnation? I became Nezha? Lin Le was stunned.
After killing those two brothers, Lin Le had sensed some inexplicable change within himself, but he had never expected it to bring him such a tremendous surprise.
One had to know that those capable of using the divine power of Lotus Incarnation were all exceedingly formidable. Of the ones Lin Le knew, two had become saints, while another had been hailed as the number one God of Slaughter in the Three Realms.
But after carefully accepting some of the information, Lin Le pondered, Looks like this is a low-spec growth version.
If it were the Lotus Incarnation from mythology, then his Bone Structure would be that of an innate sacred body. He would already be immortal and ageless, beyond reincarnation; becoming an immortal or saint would be as easy as turning over his hand.
Unfortunately, it was not. His Bone Structure was still the same as before, only his soul had been elevated greatly by the implanted divine power.
Yet even if his was merely a low-spec version, it was still an opportunity sufficient to defy fate and change his life.
Bestow merit, and the lotus could bear lotus seeds; consume them, and one could comprehend the Dao. Bestow killing karma, and the lotus whip could bear lotus roots; eat them, and one could alter one's Bone Structure. Bestow Spiritual Splendor, and Lotus Leaf could gather flowing nectar; drink it, and one could increase one's cultivation.
But why do those lotus seeds look so familiar? Lin Le suddenly recalled the lotus seed he had first seen. His mind jolted, and he remembered where he had seen it.
In his previous life, he had been weak and sickly as a child. He had heard that Nezha Temple in Macau was efficacious, so his mother had specifically prayed to Crown Prince Nezha of the Thirty-Three Heavens for it, to ward off disaster and cure illness.
Strangely enough, after obtaining that red lotus seed, his health had indeed improved day by day. His entire household thus believed that Crown Prince Nezha had manifested his divine power, and he had worn it continuously, never parting with it even until his death.
He had never expected that, even after reincarnating, this lotus seed would still protect him.
Once I have money, I'll build a temple for that lord. Consider it fulfilling my vow. Lin Le murmured inwardly.
After cleaning up the murder scene and finding another spot, Lin Le fell asleep again, carrying his hopes for tomorrow.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of war drums rang out. Lin Le jolted awake and vigilantly scanned his surroundings. What was happening? Had Great Yan's cavalry arrived?
But after looking around, Lin Le found that some people were as wary as he was, while most were not particularly alarmed.
Following the sound of the drums, Lin Le discovered that they were coming from the military camp.
As the drums sounded, shadows of people could vaguely be seen bustling about.
They were drilling troops.
Lin Le breathed a sigh of relief, then narrowed his eyes slightly. According to his original plan, he would rest for a day in this city before continuing west. The demon calamity had not yet subsided, and demons might wander over at any time. This was hardly a safe place.
But after obtaining the divine power, his thoughts had subtly changed. He wanted to kill his way back.
Not only to gain killing karma and merit, but also to avenge his parents.
Even if he could not kill many right now, killing even one would count as one!
Before that, however, he needed to obtain a key—the key to unlock the treasure of his divine power.
After paying ten copper coins as the city entrance fee, Lin Le entered Baishan County.
Finding an inn, Lin Le fished around near his backside and pulled out five banknotes.
These five banknotes, worth a total of fifty taels of silver, were now all the capital he possessed—and the seed money for his revenge.
When the innkeeper saw Lin Le enter in coarse hemp clothes stained with blood, he immediately waved his hand, preparing to chase him out.
But Lin Le flicked his hand, and the white paper stood out especially clearly under the light. The innkeeper's disdainful expression immediately blossomed like a flower.
"Guest, what do you need?"
"Get me a room, a clean one. I'll stay for three days." Lin Le placed the banknote on the table. "Also, have a waiter buy me two sets of clothes. They don't need to be good—hemp cloth will do."
"Prepare a basin of hot water and some food as well. One meat dish, one vegetable dish, and two bowls of rice. Don't make it too expensive."
"A cleaner room costs three hundred copper coins a night. Can you accept that, Guest?" the innkeeper asked.
"That's fine." Lin Le nodded. He did not want someone sneaking into his room in the middle of the night.
The innkeeper rattled the abacus, muttering the costs under his breath. "Three hundred copper coins for three nights... two taels and five mace in total. Can you accept that, Guest?"
"I can't." Lin Le gave a smile that did not reach his eyes. "Innkeeper, don't take me for someone who can't do arithmetic. This all adds up to no more than one tael and five mace. Aren't you being too greedy, trying to swallow an entire tael from me?"
Tsk. So he was not some lucky country bumpkin, but a down-and-out heir.
The innkeeper inwardly cursed his bad luck. He had thought he could skim a tidy sum, only for a fallen household to show up.
He did not dare entertain any further crooked thoughts. These fallen households might have fallen, but they had once been wealthy. Who knew what important figures they might be connected to?
Seeing that he could not make a big profit, the innkeeper kept his expression unchanged. He merely calculated again, then said:
"My apologies, my apologies. My finger accidentally moved one extra bead just now, so I calculated wrongly. Please don't blame me, Guest. Don't blame me."
"Give me my change." Lin Le said nothing else, merely removing his hand that had been holding down the banknote.
He had taken a turn around the city. There were only a few inns, and since he was unfamiliar with the place, he knew nothing of their backgrounds.
This one was next to the County Office. At the very least, public security should be better on the surface.
After the innkeeper gave him his change, he had a waiter lead Lin Le to his room.
Once he had bathed and changed into new clothes, Lin Le finally felt alive again.
At that moment, the waiter also carried in his meal.
"Guest, your meal." The waiter set down the food and was about to leave when Lin Le stopped him.
"Wait, I have a question for you." Lin Le laid out a large coin worth ten copper coins. "Which martial arts school is the best around here?"
Seeing there was money to be had, the waiter thought seriously for a moment. "This little one does not know which martial arts school is the best, but White Ape Martial Arts School is recognized throughout the county as the strongest at fighting."
"Alright, thank you." Lin Le gave the large coin to the waiter, then began eating.
The vegetable dish was stir-fried Jimao vegetables, while the meat dish was pork trotters stewed with soybeans. Though the flavor was nothing special, Lin Le ate with great satisfaction.
As long as it tasted better than fried rice, that was enough.
After taking a sip of tea, Lin Le went down for an afternoon nap.
After his nap, Lin Le set out for White Ape Martial Arts School.
In this world, the Immortal Path flourished greatly. All living beings wanted to cross over to the other shore, yet the overwhelming majority could not even step across the threshold—the Qi Guiding Realm.
Only a small number of people born with spiritual roots could draw the Qi of Heaven and Earth into their bodies and begin Hundred Days Foundation Establishment.
Only after Hundred Days Foundation Establishment, upon opening the hidden realm, could one be considered to have entered the first realm of cultivation—the Qi Refining Realm.
But what were those without spiritual roots to do? There was still another path: martial arts.
Cultivate one's physique to the extreme, give rise to vigorous blood qi, and blast apart the divide between immortals and mortals.
Lin Le had been tested at birth and found to have no spiritual roots, so if he wanted to cultivate, martial arts were his only path.
His household had originally arranged what martial art he would study, but before he could formally begin training, the demon calamity had arrived.
Thus, Lin Le could only choose for himself now.
Before the grand gates, Lin Le walked up to a guard watching the entrance and said, "Hello, I want to learn martial arts. How much is the tuition?"
The guard looked Lin Le over. Seeing his fair, clean skin, he knew Lin Le should be able to afford the tuition, so he said, "Five taels a month. That only covers nourishing and training. If you want to learn fighting techniques, each style costs another five taels a month. Secret medicines cost extra too."
"Add one fighting technique." Lin Le took out a banknote.
The guard did not take it. Instead, he shouted toward the interior, "Senior Brother Hou, there's a new apprentice."
"Alright," someone answered.
Before long, a bald man with a tall, sturdy frame and a scar at the corner of his eye walked out.
"Who is it?"
"This one." The guard pointed at Lin Le.
The bald man looked over the short, fair-faced Lin Le and said, "What do you want to learn, and for how many months?"
Lin Le handed over the banknote. "Nourishing, training, and one fighting technique. One month."
Hou Guang accepted the money. "What fighting technique do you want to learn? Hammer, sword, or spear?"
"A spear." Lin Le did not hesitate much.
An inch longer meant an inch stronger. In a life-and-death fight, a spear was naturally the safer choice.
"Alright, follow me." Hou Guang turned around, and Lin Le hurried after him.
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