The Day of Cultivation

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The next day, Wang Anfeng gave Uncle Li the Buddhist beads from Yuan Ci and the scroll painting from Mr. Ying.

Today was supposed to be a bright and sunny day, but a sound like a sword splitting the sky shot up, making everyone in Great Liang Village feel a chill down their spines and their scalps tingle. However, in an instant, they were enveloped by a warm and upright energy, like sunlight, making the momentary terror feel like an illusion.

The melodious zither music under the great locust tree abruptly stopped.

Jiang Shouyi frowned slightly, looking at the still ordinary sky, and said softly:

"Heaven and Earth have their Dao, walk with plain soles, and you will encounter no blame."

His voice resonated, and the world, frozen by the energy, returned to normal. The sword energy that had pierced the sky and was filled with light and righteousness slowly disappeared, leaving only the autumn blue sky, as usual. The zither music resumed, as clear and secluded as before, drawing birds to perch.

In the old house at the village entrance, the scroll painting was unrolled on the table. It depicted a vast landscape with ink splashes. While it should have been serene, a sharp and murderous aura permeated it. Beside it, Buddhist beads hung suspended in the air, emitting waves of peaceful light.

Li Qidao looked at the scroll painting, where ink was infused with sword energy to express the mountains and rivers within his heart, and his brow furrowed tighter. He then looked at the Buddhist beads, warm like the dawn and subtly refining the body. After hesitating for a moment, he finally sighed.

"Enough, enough. Children and grandchildren have their own fortunes... With the owner of these beads around, Feng'er's body should be fine."

He quietly put away the Buddhist beads. The old man glanced sideways at the imposing ink landscape, seeing a hint of anger within it, and grinned. With a casual flick of his hand, he tossed the scroll painting, which could be considered a treasure, into a nearby wine vat. Leaning back in his lounge chair, he took a sip of turbid wine, squinted contentedly, and said leisurely:

"It's just that this painting... is too ugly. It's an eyesore."

"The person who painted it must also be quite tough..."

"Probably quite resilient."

As if recalling the painter being infuriated by his Gang Lei Jin, the old man's pent-up frustration vanished. He took another drink of wine and chuckled.

After this day, Wang Anfeng was plunged into extreme training. Whether it was his illusion or not, the chains on his body seemed to grow heavier, but when climbing the mountain, his stamina also seemed to be slowly improving. The situation of completely losing consciousness did not occur, so he dismissed it as his imagination.

After daily training, he would always be invited into Jiang Shouyi's home when passing by, to drink a cup of clear tea, listen to a piece of zither music, and chat for a few sentences. Each time, he would feel enlightened but unable to fully grasp it. Nevertheless, his respect for the gentle and calm Mr. Jiang grew, and Jiang Tianhong, who could relax for a moment when he visited, also grew closer to him.

Eight days after Wang Anfeng returned to Great Liang Village, Jiang Shouyi established a small study hall in the village. It did not charge tuition, but anyone interested could come and listen. He explained texts and characters, and in his spare time, he discussed leisurely and simple principles. Within a few days, the villagers deeply respected this learned scholar, and his status even subtly surpassed that of the village elders.

Therefore, every day when classes ended, someone would bring some local produce from home to give to Jiang Shouyi's family.

Jiang Shouyi, in his loose robe and sash, put down the book he was holding and looked at the villagers who had long been waiting under the locust tree. He said softly:

"We will stop here for today. After you return home, each of you should review."

"Thank you, Master."

Seven or eight small children stood up sparsely, cupped their fists, and bowed respectfully to Jiang Shouyi. Jiang Shouyi also put down his book, stood up, and watched them leave.

Gently declining the enthusiastic villagers' offers to send vegetables and eggs, Jiang Shouyi only turned and entered his house after watching the villagers disappear down the street. He sat before his desk.

The beautiful woman poured him a cup of tea and said softly:

"We have been here for a month."

Jiang Shouyi knew what she meant and nodded slightly. "Indeed... after another two months, we will leave."

"By using zither melodies to awaken their intelligence, our Confucian methods of teaching and enlightenment are sufficient for them to take the first step... What happens next will depend on their own choices. Only those who can soar on their own wings can reach the highest heavens."

"However... it has been hard on you and Tianhong."

Jiang Shouyi sighed softly, and his gaze towards the woman held a hint of apology. She pursed her lips and smiled, looking at Jiang Shouyi with a touch of charming playfulness. "What, are you regretting it? You said it back then. Even if the world is stubborn and foolish, with one less foolish person, there can be one more wise person. Even if this body is insignificant, I will not abandon it in this life..."

Jiang Shouyi was slightly stunned. He looked at the woman before him and suddenly thought of the young scholar who had rebuked the powerful in the grand hall with an unrestrained demeanor. In a flash, more than twenty years had passed, yet he had not forgotten that sentence. He smiled and said, "One should not yield to a teacher, let alone a king..."

The beautiful woman's lips curved slightly, and she smiled. "This is the Shouyi Master of the past..."

Jiang Shouyi chuckled in amusement, but the woman changed the subject and asked, "In the past month, I've observed that the people of Great Liang Village have ordinary talent. What do you think of Wang Anfeng?"

Jiang Shouyi thought of the familiar young man and smiled. "Anfeng in Great Liang Village is like an awl in a bag; he will surely stand out in the future..."

"Such unpolished jade, it's a pity he already has a master. Otherwise, if he were to cultivate our Confucian arts, he would become a great scholar in forty years, enlightening the world. If he were to join the Daoist Sect, in thirty years, he would be a True Man of the Daoist Sect, wielding the True Martial Sword again and sweeping away all demons."

The woman's expression flickered slightly. "You think so highly of him?"

Jiang Shouyi nodded and sighed.

"With his disposition, if he does not die prematurely, he will become a Grandmaster in the future."

"Looking down upon all beings in this world, the myriad mortal red dust."

"What a pity..."

On Great Liang Mountain, Wang Anfeng, having swallowed the last Qi Gathering Pill, let out a clear shout and threw his right fist forward. The fist wind was heavy and sank into the mountain. The chains clanged, appearing ordinary, but observing the changes in his energy, the previous impetuosity had been smoothed out, like a mighty river, vast and profound.

His fist landed heavily on the center of the old tree trunk. With a muffled thud, the old tree slowly toppled, sending a wave of dust and air outwards. Wang Anfeng stood up, let out a slight breath, and frowned as he looked at his right fist, whispering:

"Mr. Jiang said 'ordinary' and 'natural.' This energy is generated by myself, but why can I still not control it, unable to reach that perfect state..."

"Every time I punch, there's a backlash of internal force."

"If every ounce of strength were directed to one point, it should be even stronger..."

As he frowned in thought, heavy footsteps suddenly sounded from the jungle behind him. The young man, thinking it was other woodcutters returning from their work, turned to greet them. However, a fierce wind suddenly hit him, his heart skipped a beat, and he violently rolled backward as the gust of wind grazed his body.

CRASH!

The old tree beside him exploded with a loud noise. The thick wood, which would have taken Wang Anfeng an hour or two to break with his fist, was instantly clawed with four huge, sharp cracks. The sight made the young man's pupils contract sharply. At this moment, a giant beast slowly stepped out in front of him, its eyes locked onto the youth, and thick saliva dripped from its fangs.

"ROAR ROAR ROAR!!"

A dull roar echoed through the forest, startling the birds in the mountain.

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