Advancing to Martial Artist in the Street, Mom's Suspicion

The eight-hundred-kilogram weight pressed down on him, and Lu Lin immediately felt that even breathing had become difficult.

But just then, a screen of light appeared before his eyes.

[Thousand Layered Breathing Technique: 1/100]

[Thousand Layered Breathing Technique: 2/100]

[Thousand Layered Breathing Technique: 3/100]

Watching his proficiency continually rise, Lu Lin no longer felt the slightest heaviness.

Easy.

Refreshing.

He even thought that if he could buy even heavier Weighted Equipment, his proficiency might increase even faster.

Unknown didn't know whether the owner of the equipment shop had seen Lu Lin's wallet when setting the price for this set of equipment: 5,500 yuan.

Of the 10,000 yuan he'd just received after work, only 250 remained in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, Lu Lin had paid electronically for the taxi ride over.

But once the money was spent, the effects came instantly.

Carrying the fifty-jin haunch of meat in his hand, by the time Lu Lin stepped out of the gates of the West City Monster Beast Trading Market, his Thousand Layered Breathing Technique had already advanced to the second layer.

Vitality surged within him.

Lu Lin felt heat spreading through his entire body, so much so that he wanted nothing more than to find a pool—an ice-cold one—and jump in to cool off properly.

He knew this was a sign that Vitality was being born.

Once the first layer had been mastered, one could nurture Vitality.

All future cultivation was a process of continually increasing and transforming Vitality.

Carrying meat was clearly unsuitable for cultivating Vitality. Lu Lin had no time to lament his own rashness. He hurriedly found a less crowded spot and sat down, placing the haunch beside him as he focused on adjusting his breathing.

Hoo—

Inhale—

With each breath in and out, Lu Lin felt his body growing hotter and hotter, as if a living volcano within him were about to erupt.

Exhale again, inhale again.

Lu Lin silently adjusted his breathing according to the cultivation method of the Thousand Layered Breathing Technique.

The fluctuations from his surging Vitality made the Martial Artists and stall owners nearby unable to resist looking his way.

Their gazes were filled with confusion.

"Whose foolish kid is this? He actually chose to cultivate a Vitality Cultivation Method beside a market."

"I really have to hand it to him. Everyone else wants to find somewhere quiet to cultivate, but this kid deliberately chose the Monster Beast market. He really has some ideas."

"Brothers, if we gave this kid a kick right now, do you think it'd help him learn a lesson?"

"Kick him? I don't know whether he'd learn a lesson, but you'd definitely learn one behind the iron bars of the Wu'an Bureau."

As everyone discussed it, a squad of Martial Artists in Wu'an Bureau uniforms approached. They dispersed the surrounding gawkers and stood guard around Lu Lin, waiting for his breakthrough.

In Huaguo, the Wu'an Bureau's duties were not only to maintain stability among Martial Artists and prevent them from committing crimes, but also to protect them.

The Wu'an Bureau already had contingency plans for incidents like Lu Lin breaking through in the street.

At this moment, Lu Lin knew nothing of what was happening outside. He felt as though he was truly about to explode.

So hot.

It wasn't just heat.

A wild, violent, active energy was also brewing within him.

Boom—

Who knew how long had passed? Lu Lin felt as though he had truly exploded, and a scorching energy appeared in the region of his dantian.

Even though that energy could not be seen with the naked eye, Lu Lin could sense its color.

It was a brilliant, bewitching blood-red.

This was Vitality Power.

This was the mystery of Martial Artists.

Hoo—

Inhale—

With every breath, Lu Lin's newly born Vitality Power grew bit by bit. The changes could not be seen in the short term, but over time, it would surely bring Lu Lin an immense surprise.

Opening his eyes, Lu Lin stared at the seven or eight Wu'an Bureau Martial Artists in dark blue uniforms around him. He froze for a moment before coming to his senses.

"Thank you, thank you, uncles from the Wu'an Bureau. Thank you for helping me."

Yet the Wu'an Bureau Martial Artists who heard his words of thanks looked somewhat displeased.

Who were they calling uncles? They were not that old. Most of them had started working after graduating from Martial Arts University and were only around twenty-five or twenty-six, yet they had somehow fallen to the point of being called uncles.

"It's fine, young man. This is what we're supposed to do. On behalf of all my colleagues, I'd also like to congratulate you on successfully advancing to Martial Artist."

A Martial Master whose age was impossible to guess, though his face was weathered by wind and frost, walked over to Lu Lin. "However, I also need to criticize you. The West City trading market is packed with people coming and going. Breaking through here was not a good choice. Next time you're about to break through, don't go running around everywhere, understand?"

Lu Lin scratched his head awkwardly. "I understand, Uncle Wu An. I'll definitely be more careful next time."

After saying that, he cupped his hands toward the people around him. "Thank you, everyone. Thank you."

"Alright, hurry home."

Captain Wu An waved Lu Lin off. It was already dark, and Lu Lin had only just advanced to Martial Artist. It would be better for him to hurry home and settle down to adjust to his new state.

After thanking everyone once more, Lu Lin finally carried the hind leg meat and headed home.

On the way, Lu Lin suddenly thought of something.

While he was under a weighted load, every breath he took with the Thousand Layered Breathing Technique increased his proficiency by one point. But people took nearly thirty thousand breaths a day—wouldn't his strength suddenly reach the peak of Martial Master in two days?

But after thinking it over, he felt that was impossible.

An increase in technique proficiency merely represented an increase in Lu Lin's mastery over the technique.

For ordinary combat techniques, that effect could be called heaven-defying. But for a breathing technique, it was not nearly so exaggerated.

Higher proficiency only meant that Lu Lin had become more proficient in the technique. His qi and blood still needed to be accumulated and nourished bit by bit.

Even if he cultivated the Thousand Layered Breathing Technique to its highest level, he still would not become a Martial Master.

Having figured that out, Lu Lin patted his chest.

Thank goodness, thank goodness. If his cultivation rose gradually like this, no one would question why his strength was improving so quickly.

He did not take a taxi on the way back, but watching the breathing technique's proficiency steadily increase was a kind of enjoyment in itself.

It took him an hour to get home. Yet the moment he stepped through the door, his mother, Chen Xiaoyan, returned right after him.

"Mom, you got off work so early today?"

Chen Xiaoyan usually did not get off work until at least seven in the evening. It was not even six yet today.

"Sigh, a big customer came to the mall today, so we got off early. Huh, what's this?"

Chen Xiaoyan noticed the large bag of meat Lu Lin was carrying and asked.

"Mom, I bought some meat. Cook some for us later. Also, I have some good news to announce."

"Good news? What good news?"

Chen Xiaoyan opened the black plastic bag. When she saw the huge chunk of hind leg meat, she froze.

It was Iron Arrow Porcupine meat. She recognized that color at a glance.

"Son?"

"Where did you get the money to buy such a huge piece of meat?"

Chen Xiaoyan's face went pale in an instant, her voice trembling. "Son, our family may be poor, but we absolutely cannot steal or rob."

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