A Village Intellectual Wants to Learn Martial Arts

The next day, Lu Lin woke up.

He couldn't feel his hands.

He opened his eyes and looked at the black salve that had hardened into a shell on his hands. He knew that Iron Hammer or Gu Xiang must have applied it for him.

Though one was cold and the other obstructive, neither of them loved Lu Lin any less.

As if she'd sensed he was awake, Gu Xiang came in just then, carrying a large pot of meat soup.

She shot Lu Lin a displeased look, but still set the soup down before leaving without a word.

Lu Lin gulped down every last drop of the soup and felt warmth spread through his body.

He went to the backyard and resumed his training.

Maybe it was just his imagination, but he felt faster today.

The sun had only just set, and he'd already broken a tree in half.

After eating a piece of Monster Beast meat that Gu Xiang had brought him, Lu Lin began running wildly through the woods.

The days seemed to pass by peacefully, bit by bit.

A month later, Iron Hammer called Lu Lin over.

Iron Hammer's gaze had shifted from indifference and perfunctory dismissal at first to approval.

"Lu Lin, you've done well this past month."

Iron Hammer praised him without reservation, but Lu Lin showed no sign of delight.

He knew Iron Hammer would surely set him a higher bar.

"But it's still not enough."

"Learning martial arts isn't just about having a strong body. You also need to learn techniques. Now, you need to learn the tribe's written language."

"I'm going hunting today. By the time I return, I want you to have learned to write at least ten characters."

Lu Lin nodded in agreement.

Seeing the serious look on Lu