Myriad Transformations

Lu Yibai had already grown somewhat accustomed to the previous pain, but it suddenly intensified now, leaving him a little unprepared.

It was at least twice as intense as before!

Damn, how was he supposed to keep playing with this kind of pain in the later stages?

But without a doubt, he had most likely broken through.

The premise of the cultivation technique Menstrual Pain was that the further one progressed, the stronger the pain became.

Lu Yibai had once suspected that this technique would produce a bunch of lunatics who felt no pain in battle.

Judging from his current condition, he had undoubtedly broken through.

Lin Xiaoqi had said that under normal circumstances, when an apprentice Night Watchman broke through to become a First-tier Night Watchman, the light within their body could gather into something about the size of a fingernail.

Lu Yibai sensed the light inside his body and was a little dumbfounded.

The light inside him could gather into something roughly the length and width of two ordinary fingers.

That was way too much!

Lin Xiaoqi had always said that the only advantage of their lineage was having a large amount, but he had not expected it to be this large!

Put simply, the energy within a Night Watchman was like mana in a game. Having more mana did not necessarily mean one was stronger or dealt more damage, but at least it meant one could throw out a few more skills.

More endurance.

Just imagine having so much mana that it could never be used up, while also not being afraid of pain... That would make him a complete fighting machine!

As for his physical condition, it had reached around three to four times that of a normal adult man.

It was not just his strength. His speed, five senses, and other aspects had also improved significantly.

He did not know whether, if he encountered that rat demon again in his current state, he would be able to defeat it when it used demonic power. But at the very least, he would not be in such a sorry state that he needed to trade his life for its own.

After ending his cultivation, Lu Yibai let out a long breath, then went to the bathroom to shower off the sticky sweat covering his body.

The icy water striking his body made him feel refreshed.

His entire body now looked much more toned. He was not a big guy like Dwayne Johnson, but the typical type who looked slim in clothes and muscular without them.

This feeling of leveling up was damn satisfying.

Lin Xiaoqi did not seem surprised that Lu Yibai had broken through so quickly.

According to her, the nameless cultivation technique they were currently practicing—what Lu Yibai called Menstrual Pain—was a technique that produced results very quickly.

Its creator had been a madman of sorts and died at the age of thirty-four.

Because he had taken many detours while creating the technique, he had overdrawn too much of his body's potential.

His successor had it even worse, living only to twenty-nine.

The previous generation had clearly laid down some foundation, so why had that happened?

Lin Xiaoqi explained that the second-generation patriarch had originally been rather frail, and he had also taken some detours while continuing to improve the technique.

Lu Yibai: "..."

That made perfect sense.

And so, after generations of patriarchs with terrible talent but wills as firm as madmen, all of whom died young, refined it, Menstrual Pain had become what it was today.

It was still an imperfect cultivation technique, but at least there would no longer be any problems while laying the foundation.

Lin Xiaoqi told Boss Lu to rest easy, but hearing that generations of patriarchs had died young still made it feel unreliable.

He touched the thermos in his hand, took a sip of goji berry water, and hoped he would live to a hundred.

The ranks of Night Watchmen corresponded to the ranks of demons and monsters, divided into seven levels in total.

It was a very slapdash, casual organization, so it did not bother putting much thought into naming the ranks.

There were no things like "Golden Core" or "Nascent Soul."

They were simply called First Rank, Second Rank... Seventh Rank.

Simple, right?

Of course, they could also make it sound more stylish: F-rank, E-rank... A-rank, S-rank.

Though Lu Yibai had always wondered why A-rank was followed by S-rank. Would it not be more interesting if V-rank came after A-rank?

Lu Yibai did not know what rank Lin Xiaoqi and Ji Dekeng were, and she had not said, but they were definitely much stronger than him.

Sitting on the sofa, Lin Xiaoqi said to Lu Yibai, "Boss, now that you have officially entered the ranks of First-tier Night Watchmen, we can begin practicing combat techniques."

Put simply, he was going to learn how to fight.

As she spoke, she took a wooden sword from the cabinet.

Was he going to learn swordsmanship?

Lu Yibai's interest immediately soared.

Standing atop a mountain peak and shouting, "Sword Come!"—what overwhelming grandeur that would be!

"Boss, sword techniques are endlessly varied. There are thrusts, swings, lashes, taps, sweeps, lifts, washes, intercepts, slashes... and so on."

That sounded awfully complicated.

"Boss, it's very complicated, isn't it?" Lin Xiaoqi asked, lightly waving the wooden sword in her hand.

Lu Yibai nodded.

"So we won't learn it." With that, Lin Xiaoqi tossed away the wooden sword.

Lu Yibai: "???"

What the hell? Had she just spent all that time teasing him?

Lu Yibai shrugged.

But on second thought, considering Lin Xiaoqi's lazy personality, anything too complicated did not suit her either.

He would just take it as her trying to lighten the mood. She should get to the main point now.

Lin Xiaoqi extended her right hand, forming a hand blade. A bluish-black glow gathered around it, resembling a blade aura.

The blade aura was very long. If the living room were not so small, it could have extended even farther.

A forty-meter blade aura—were you scared or not?

"Boss, blade techniques are also endlessly varied. Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop..."

The corner of Lu Yibai's mouth twitched. It really suited Lin Xiaoqi's bold and fierce temperament.

This had to be it!

Blade techniques were not bad either. One blade to break ten thousand techniques—he wanted to learn!

Then he lowered his head and looked at the Lion Umbrella beside him. The corner of his mouth twitched as he said, "Stop talking nonsense. The only magical implements in our bar are umbrellas."

"Smart, Boss!" Lin Xiaoqi snapped her fingers.

"Boss, you know our bar is pretty poor and our resources are limited, so we can only learn umbrella techniques." As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed at the air. The Cat Head Umbrella lying on the ground flew into her palm.

This was the first time Lu Yibai had seen Lin Xiaoqi holding the Cat Head Umbrella.

"Boss, umbrella techniques are also endlessly varied..."

Would you please shut up?

But after Lin Xiaoqi demonstrated them once, Lu Yibai realized why she had spent so much time setting things up earlier.

Umbrellas truly had many variations. They could likewise thrust, swing, wash, intercept, slash... and so on.

They could also chop like blade techniques, except chopping downward with an umbrella was more like smashing someone with a baton!

And he did not know what material the four umbrellas in the shop were made from, but their canopies had extremely strong defensive power. Opening one was equivalent to holding a shield.

There was a Thousand Mechanism Umbrella in some online game novel that could transform into any shape. In reality, there was no need for it to transform—the umbrella itself was already highly versatile, with plenty of tricks.

"Boss, today, we'll start by practicing the thrusting stance. Come on, thrust with all your strength and speed five hundred times first."

The corner of Lu Yibai's mouth twitched even harder. He could no longer tell whether Lin Xiaoqi was just too good at making dirty jokes, or whether his own thoughts were too filthy...

(P.S. First update.)