Open the Correct Cultivation Method, Guide Lu Qi

Lu Lin stared at the progress bar, which had increased by another 4 points, lost in thought.

Could this be the hidden way to play the Simplification System?

For those who hadn't grasped this point, they could only accumulate proficiency bit by bit. This was quite useful when martial arts techniques were at low levels, since the proficiency needed for upgrades wasn't much.

But if someone stubbornly used this clumsy method even when training to extremely high levels, the time and effort required to advance a single layer would be something an ordinary person simply couldn't bear.

Take the Sky Breaking Thirteen Slashes, for example. To reach the thirteenth layer and boost combat power by 200 times, the proficiency needed would be an astronomical figure—tens of billions, maybe even hundreds of billions. Lu Lin feared he'd never reach such a height even if he spent his entire life.

But.

Heaven never seals off all exits.

The Simplification System had given Lu Lin a brand-new path: train earnestly and diligently, practicing every move with hard work and dedication. Though slower, heaven rewards hard work. In the short term, his leveling speed might not match random slashing.

But Lu Lin had gained a deeper understanding of the Blade Technique. As his realm improved and his insights deepened, his improvement speed would maintain its current pace, and might even accelerate later.

Understood!

A sudden epiphany!

With that, Lu Lin's resolve to focus on dedicated training was even more firm.

"Third slash."

"Crack."

[Sky Breaking Thirteen Slashes: 12/1000]

Proficiency rose steadily, and a blazing fire burned in Lu Lin's eyes.

But after slashing out another dozen or so strikes, Lu Lin suddenly felt his body weaken, unable to muster strength.

Poison?

Impossible. In Liu's Martial Arts School, who would poison him?

Carefully sensing the condition inside his body, Lu Lin immediately understood—it was a depletion of Vitality Power.

Executing techniques at full force allowed him to grasp the mysteries of the Blade Technique, but the drain on his Vitality Power was enormous.

Now, his progress had barely reached 64/1000, and he already had to rest.

No!

Lu Lin suddenly thought: when training the Sky Breaking Thirteen Slashes, following the correct method enhanced his insights. What about the Thousand Layered Breathing Technique?

If Lu Lin trained the Thousand Layered Breathing Technique using its true method, wouldn't there be unexpected benefits too?

Acting on the thought, Lu Lin sat cross-legged, focusing his mind to sense the state inside his body.

Blood vessels.

Organs.

Bones.

Muscles.

Though Lu Lin couldn't see them, when he immersed his mind, his Vitality Power became more active.

Before entering meditation, Lu Lin had checked the Thousand Layered Breathing Technique's proficiency: 2066/10000.

When he finished his contemplation and opened his eyes to check again, the Breathing Technique's proficiency had surged by 40 points, reaching 2106.

It seemed like only a forty-point increase, not even matching the effect of a few minutes of weighted breathing, but this was the result of training without any weights.

And, whether it was Lu Lin's imagination or not, he felt his Vitality Power had slightly increased—maybe even surpassing 2 points.

Excellent. Lu Lin's theory was indeed feasible.

For the rest of the afternoon, Lu Lin cycled through training the Thousand Layered Breathing Technique and the Sky Breaking Thirteen Slashes. The proficiency gains were secondary; Lu Lin clearly felt his combat ability had grown significantly.

If he faced Scarface and his four disciples now, Lu Lin wouldn't need to flee or feign weakness. He could easily kill them all.

The feeling of growing stronger was wonderful. After Lu Lin showered and walked out of the martial arts school, seeing the sky already darkening, he suddenly remembered something.

He'd said they were moving today, but he'd gotten so absorbed in training that he forgot.

With that thought, Lu Lin hurried home.

When he arrived, his parents and Lu Qi were still packing.

His parents had been frugal for years and couldn't bear to throw away many things, thinking they could use them in the new house. They packed item by item, with no end in sight.

Lu Lin understood his parents well—changing lifelong habits took time. Taking it slow was fine; no need to rush.

But when Chen Xiaoyan tried to pack a ragged rag from the kitchen, Lu Lin couldn't hold back. "Mom, can we leave the rag behind?"

Chen Xiaoyan paused, then agreed, "Alright, alright, we won't take it."

Seeing the sky grow darker, Lu Lin figured they wouldn't finish moving today, and might even miss dinner. He called for everyone to stop.

"Mom, Dad, I'm hungry. Let's go out and grab something to eat."

"Yeah!" As always, Lu Qi was the first to respond.

Chen Xiaoyan instinctively refused. "Lu Lin, there's noodles at home, and the hind leg meat we bought yesterday. I'll whip something up quickly, it'll be ready soon."

Lu Ping nodded in agreement.

"Mom, let's eat out tonight. You've been busy all day, and Dad, Lu Qi, and I all feel for you." "Besides, it's been a while since our family ate out together."

Hearing this, Chen Xiaoyan propped a hand on her waist. He hadn't mentioned it before, but now she felt like her waist was about to snap from a full day's work.

"Alright, alright. But you don't make money easily, so let's just grab something simple."

The family of four happily enjoyed a big meal. Everything went smoothly, except for when Chen Xiaoyan had to pay the bill—her expression turned sour.

Who could blame her? Lu Lin was too free with his spending. This one meal alone had six meat dishes, and the total for those six came to three thousand yuan.

A single meal cost half a month of Chen Xiaoyan's salary. Of course she wouldn't have a good face.

Seeing her expression, Lu Lin deliberately raised his voice. "Lu Qi, weren't you saying yesterday that you hit a wall with your Mad Ox Strength Fist? Lucky for you, your big brother has time today to give you some pointers."

"Mom, Dad, you two head back first. I'll take Lu Qi to train for a bit."

With that, without waiting for Lu Ping or Chen Xiaoyan to reply, he grabbed Lu Qi and left, heading to the residential complex's fitness plaza.

"Bro? When did I ever say I had trouble with the Mad Ox Strength Fist?"

Lu Qi still hadn't figured out what was going on before Lu Lin dragged him over. Now he looked utterly confused.

"Enough talk. Come on, let me see your current level with the Mad Ox Strength Fist."

"Lu Qi, I'm not one to nag, but you're about to be a sophomore in high school, and you're still slacking off every single day. How do you expect to become a Martial Artist like this?"

"Bro, my Punch Force is already 880 kilograms," Lu Qi protested.

"Less nonsense. Start training!"

At Lu Lin's command, Lu Qi had no choice but to swallow his pride and comply.

From Lu Lin's perspective, now at the fourth level of the Mad Ox Strength Fist, what Lu Qi was practicing was a complete mess.

His little brother, to be fair, had decent talent—at least better than Lu Lin himself.

But he was just too lazy. Gluttonous and idle—that phrase was made for Lu Qi.

Let him eat, sleep, and play games—no problem at all.

Ask him to study or train—that was a mountain of difficulty.

Lu Qi had been straightened out by Lu Lin plenty of times before, but the kid was naturally thick-skulled and never learned his lesson. As long as Lu Lin wasn't watching him, he'd never put in the effort to train on his own.