A hundred days later, at midnight.
Li Tui stood in the shadows of the earthen hut, quietly waiting for someone.
Before long, footsteps sounded outside. The boy pushed open the door and came in, his silhouette noticeably sturdier in the darkness. His breathing was a little heavy, charged with suppressed excitement. "Sir, I... I did it!"
Li Tui did not respond. He merely raised a hand, sending a faint wisp of spiritual energy from his fingertips to touch the boy's wrist before withdrawing it at once.
His spiritual sense swept over him.
The "hidden knot" above his dantian had grown from its initial thread of a catalyst into a murky gray mass the size of an egg. It slowly revolved, constantly drawing in the surging blood and qi stirred by the boy's resentment, transforming it into pure yin Killing Intent and depositing it within.
The amount was not much, but its quality was excellent. It had fused deeply with the boy's flesh, blood, and qi, almost becoming part of the source of his life.
"Mm." Li Tui withdrew his hand. "You've practiced it well enough."
The boy's eyes gleamed in the darkness. "Sir, these past two days, I've felt full of strength! I tried it yesterday—the hundred-pound rock behind the mountain, I could carry it for more than ten steps!"
"Your strength has grown." Li Tui's tone was flat. "And then? Are you still planning to squat by the wall and watch?"
The boy's face stiffened. Then the viciousness fostered by the cultivation art over a hundred days surged up within him. "I... I want to seek justice!"
"Justice?" Li Tui smiled without smiling. "How do you intend to seek it?"
"I..." The boy gritted his teeth. "I'll find Liu San! He beat my mother. I'll make him pay it