Creating Martial Arts

Chapter 29: Creating a Martial Art

Stepping out of the small grove, Lin Le suddenly sighed. A cliché plot.

After walking for a while, Lin Le spoke, "Everyone, aren't you coming out yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, three men in black emerged from three different directions, surrounding Lin Le.

"Do you want money or goods?" Lin Le asked calmly.

"No, no, we want you," one of the black-clothed men replied. "To be precise, we want your flesh, outsider."

"Me, an outsider?" Lin Le raised an eyebrow. "What makes you say that?"

"Don't you know you have to pay respects with incense when entering the black market?" the black-clothed man sneered. "If you don't even know this rule, how can you not be an outsider?"

I had to pay respects with incense? No wonder the incense seller looked at me strangely.

Lin Le recalled the memory, a hint of understanding dawning in his mind.

Just then, the three black-clothed men attacked Lin Le simultaneously, blood-red light blooming from their daggers.

A combined attack technique? Second-limit Martial Masters?

Lin Le was surprised, then leaped up, rising ten feet into the air.

The three black-clothed men also jumped, pursuing Lin Le.

A piece of blood-red cloth appeared beneath Lin Le's feet, and with a surge of strength, he moved ten feet to the left.

The three black-clothed men lunged at empty air and exchanged glances, seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

What they thought was blood cloth was actually extremely condensed Blood Qi.

The Blood Qi was like a dragon, nearing the level of Blood Qi Furnace.

"What do you mean you want my flesh?" Lin Le landed on the ground and asked.

The three black-clothed men had no desire to explain and began to retreat.

They had assumed Lin Le was a second-limit Martial Master, otherwise, he wouldn't have been so stingy when buying the Spirit Blood Pill. But the reality was that he was a third-limit Martial Master, which changed everything.

They could handle second-limit Martial Masters with ease, but against a third-limit, at least one of them would die.

Since no one wanted to die, retreating was the best option.

But Lin Le didn't give them the chance to retreat.

Bang! With a burst of energy from his feet, Lin Le moved at near-teleportation speed, appearing behind one of the black-clothed men in the blink of an eye.

Feeling the fierce wind behind him, the black-clothed man was horrified. He turned to block, but his speed was no match for Lin Le's.

Bang!

With a single punch, a large hole was blasted through the black-clothed man's chest. He was clearly beyond saving.

This sudden noise attracted the attention of the remaining two, who immediately panicked upon seeing their companion's chest blown open.

They had seen third-limit Martial Masters attack before, but none were as exaggerated as Lin Le. To blow open a second-limit Martial Master's chest with one punch, he must have been born with immense strength.

However, even if they ran with all their might, they couldn't outrun Lin Le.

After smashing another man's head into his chest with a palm strike, Lin Le grabbed the last man by the throat. "Answer my questions, and I'll make your death easier."

"Screw you!" The black-clothed man had some spirit and retorted angrily.

Crack! Lin Le expressionlessly crushed the man's fingernails and rubbed them hard, grinding the bones to dust.

The pain, radiating from his fingertips, caused the man to cry out, only able to make choking sounds.

"Why do you capture outsiders?" Lin Le asked.

The man remained silent, seemingly still in shock. Lin Le slapped him hard, snapping him back to consciousness, and repeated the question.

"To feed the demons," the man replied honestly. He had thought he was a courageous man who had endured hardship for his martial arts.

But the intense pain he just experienced had truly terrified him. He wasn't as courageous as he thought.

"Which family's demon, and what does it look like?" Lin Le pressed.

"The Xiang family, a Fox Demon," the black-clothed man answered.

Crack! The black-clothed man's neck snapped, and he died.

Lin Le expressionlessly dropped the black-clothed man, veins bulging on his arm, showing his inner turmoil.

He hadn't expected to find a lead to his enemy so quickly.

The Xiang family, a Fox Demon!

Lin Le gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound.

After a while, Lin Le calmed down. He searched the three bodies, set them on fire, and then left.

Returning to the inn, Lin Le used his Inner Vision Divine Ability. His surplus merit had increased to 50 points, and the lotus root had grown to two segments.

First, he consumed a lotus seed to cultivate the Qi Swallowing Art to Perfection. Then, Lin Le swallowed the Spirit Blood Pill and began the Form Shifting technique.

A day later, Lin Le's breathing was steady, and he held his breath for a full half-hour before exhaling.

Great Whale Lung, complete!

Lin Le had Xiao Er deliver a large pile of food, and he devoured two to three hundred jin of it. After becoming a third-limit Martial Master, his appetite had also greatly increased.

Next was the Crimson Dragon Blood Scripture.

With one thought, one year, Lin Le's cultivation progressed with great difficulty. Even though he could simulate vital energy to replace secret medicines, without proper methods to control his Blood Qi, each cultivation attempt nearly killed him.

After consuming one lotus seed, Lin Le had only just begun.

'This won't do. I need to change my approach. At this rate, two to three hundred lotus seeds won't be enough.'

Lin Le consumed another lotus seed. This time, he used various martial art control methods to refine the Crimson Dragon Blood Scripture. Midway through, he had a sudden idea: why not create his own martial art based on these techniques?

The forms he shifted into were all pieced together. How could they compare to a single concept where twelve forms worked in unison?

During the one thought, one year period, Lin Le's mind was already quite stubborn. The more he thought about it, the more he felt this approach was better. He went from refining the Crimson Dragon Blood Scripture to the idea of creating his own martial art.

When the one thought, one year period ended, Lin Le's thoughts returned to normal. He pondered for a moment and felt that creating his own martial art was indeed better.

However, he also noticed a problem: his knowledge base was insufficient. He hadn't realized it during the one thought, one year period, but after reviewing it externally, he clearly understood that his ideas were limited by the martial arts he had learned so far.

Relying solely on twelve martial arts, even if all were at Perfection, would likely not be enough to create his own.

Thinking of this, Lin Le went out to the county to scour for all the martial arts he could buy. The three people from last night had provided five to six hundred silver notes, so there was no need to worry about not having enough.

In the end, Lin Le managed to collect thirteen common martial arts.

After finishing the last martial art book, Lin Le tapped his fingers on the table, feeling it was still not enough.

The common martial arts circulating in the market could only shift into one form. Two forms were rarely seen, and three or four forms were likely held by powerful families or major sects.

That night, Lin Le went to the black market again and spent two hundred taels to purchase ten less common martial arts.

Leaving the black market, Lin Le stopped in a certain place for a while.

'Is no one following me?'

Lin Le frowned. He still wanted to gather more information related to the Xiang Family.

Climbing over the wall back into the city, Lin Le encountered a recently cleared bandit den. He remembered that there was still a copy of the Empty Hand Technique he hadn't collected, so he climbed over the wall into the courtyard.

Entering the courtyard, Lin Le frowned at the corpses scattered on the ground, as these bodies looked too strange.

After so many days, and at normal temperatures, not only had these corpses not bloated or rotted, but they looked as if they had been dried out for several years.

Picking up the book, Lin Le sensed something unusual and prepared to retreat. But a slightly charming voice reached his ears:

"Human, you look quite delicious."