Causing Trouble

Early morning.

The sky was just beginning to brighten.

Lin Zheyu rose early, sat cross-legged on his bed, and practiced the Turtle Breathing Technique.

Now that his strength had reached the Blood Energy Realm, he could continue to advance his practice of the Turtle Breathing Technique.

After training for some time, he discovered that practicing the Turtle Breathing Technique right after waking up in the morning was significantly more efficient.

This was related to the changes in metabolism that occur after a full night of sleep.

When a person is in deep sleep, the body's metabolism and blood energy activity drop to their lowest points, which is somewhat similar to the state of the Turtle Breathing Technique.

Gaining insight into the natural changes of the human body allowed him to better comprehend the mysteries of the Turtle Breathing Technique.

He practiced for an hour.

Lin Zheyu went out for a stroll.

On the streets of Songyi City.

The road was much quieter than usual.

If not for the occasional groups of refugees passing through and entering Songyi City, bringing a sliver of vitality to the city, it would have become deathly still.

Afternoon.

Inside Bidan Tea House.

Lin Zheyu and the others gathered here every day.

"Have you heard? Zhou Jiang is dead," Xie Jiang said.

"What? His strength was so high, how could he die!"

Jia Yanyong exclaimed, his eyes filled with surprise. "Could it be that a powerful martial artist has appeared among the bandits?"

Zhou Jiang was a member of the Flying Rainbow Gang, and his strength had reached the peak of the Bone Forging Realm, making him even stronger than Jia Yanyong and the others.

He was a battle maniac, extremely ferocious when he fought.

"The White Stone Mountain mining area was forcibly attacked by a group of bandits. A conflict broke out, and three people died. Two of them were just guys who only knew some Turtle Fist."

"Zhou Jiang was very strong, but because he got carried away in the heat of the fight, he charged into the bandits' encirclement. The others couldn't provide support in time, and since two fists are no match for four hands, he was beaten to death."

Xie Jiang said, his eyes staring straight at Jia Yanyong.

Lin Zheyu and Ning Hui heard this and turned their heads in unison to look at Jia Yanyong.

In Zhou Jiang, they saw the potential future fate of Jia Yanyong.

"Hey, hey, why are you all looking at me like that?"

"I'm not that madman who throws his life away when he fights."

Jia Yanyong felt his skin crawl under their gaze and muttered.

"No, you are."

The group said in unison.

Jia Yanyong: "..."

"Do you think Gang Leader Xu will mobilize men to provide support?" Ning Hui asked.

"It hasn't reached that point yet."

"However, bandits are rising up everywhere outside the city now, and other places have been attacked as well. It's possible they might send us to support other locations."

Xie Jiang said.

This guy loved to gossip whenever he had nothing to do, and he was extremely well-informed.

Lin Zheyu was focused on martial arts, Jia Yanyong didn't care about these things at all, and Ning Hui was addicted to wine and women, leaving him poorly informed.

Therefore, they gathered every day to listen to the news Xie Jiang had gossiped about.

"Brother Lin, if we really get sent out for support, we'll likely be in the same squad. When that time comes, my life will depend on you."

Xie Jiang said, looking at Lin Zheyu.

"Brother Jiang, you're too polite. Just call me by my name; there's no need for 'Brother Lin'."

Lin Zheyu was a bit speechless.

Being called "Brother Lin" by a guy older than himself felt awkward.

"Don't you scholars say that the one who is more skilled is the master?"

"Your strength is far greater than ours, so calling you Brother Lin is nothing. If I weren't too embarrassed to lower my pride, I'd even want to call you Brother Yu."

Xie Jiang chuckled.

Lin Zheyu rolled his eyes at him.

After getting to know them, he had discovered Xie Jiang's true personality.

Unlike Jia Yanyong, who was reckless and disliked using his brain, this guy often had little schemes, though he was somewhat shameless.

As they chatted, the storytelling began.

The storyteller was an old gentleman with deep foundations; his skills were streets ahead of Lin Zheyu.

The customers listened with great interest.

"Fatty Xing has changed his nature; he actually came to listen to stories."

Ning Hui curled his lips, gesturing toward a table not far from them.

The group looked over and saw that familiar guy.

"The fatty must be here to stir up trouble again."

"He didn't succeed last time, so he's brought a lot of help this time," Jia Yanyong said.

There was no need to guess; they knew exactly what Fatty Xing was there for.

This young master wasn't the type to listen to stories; he spent his days fighting, gambling, and chasing women.

Seeing Xing Jinglong, Lin Zheyu couldn't help but frown.

He felt that Xing Jinglong was coming specifically for him.

Don't let me find an opportunity, or I'll crush you to death.

Lin Zheyu looked at Xing Jinglong not far away, thinking to himself.

He wanted to crush anyone who harbored ill intentions toward him.

Being targeted didn't feel good; it required constant caution to prevent being ambushed.

After returning from outside the city last time, Lin Zheyu had set up a hidden bed in the kitchen and slept there every night.

The storyteller spoke eloquently on stage, and the audience below listened with relish.

Bang!

Suddenly, Xing Jinglong slammed his hand on the table, the sound echoing loudly.

The entire teahouse fell silent instantly.

"What kind of trash are you spouting?"

"You dare to tell a story like this? Get off the stage."

He looked at the storyteller with a look of disdain, his face fierce and menacing, scaring the storyteller into a cold sweat.

"Damn it, I'm going to deal with him!"

Jia Yanyong slammed the table and stood up in anger.

He was a guy who liked to use force rather than his brain, and his temper was easily ignited.

Provoked by Fatty Xing's words, he intended to make a move.

"Ignore him."

"This guy is here to cause trouble on purpose; he just wants to provoke you into a fight."

"Look at the people sitting next to him. There is an Organ Refining expert among them. If we fight, we'll be the ones at a disadvantage."

Lin Zheyu pressed down on Jia Yanyong's shoulder, not wanting to expose his strength by fighting.

His perception was extremely sharp, far exceeding that of ordinary Blood Energy Realm experts.

Unless a Blood Energy Realm expert actively tested someone, it was difficult to tell whether a martial artist was at the Organ Refining or Bone Forging level.

Both Organ Refining and Bone Forging tempered the internal tissues of the body, and the improvement to one's spirit and energy was not obvious.

Some people who reached the Organ Refining realm didn't look as vigorous as those burly Bone Forging Realm martial artists.

However, after Lin Zheyu practiced the Turtle Breathing Technique to the third level, his control over his body had reached a terrifying degree.

Through the details of a person's body, he could identify their level of strength.

"Even an Organ Refining expert is here? Is this guy trying to start a war between the two gangs!"

Xie Jiang was shocked to hear this.

Their gangs might bicker, but they always knew when to stop within the city, and there had never been a battle at the Organ Refining level.

An Organ Refining martial artist was considered a top-tier expert in Songyi City; if one made a move, it meant the two gangs had completely torn off their masks.

"How do you know there's an Organ Refining expert hidden in there?"

Hearing this, Jia Yanyong quickly sat down and asked in confusion.

"I saw that man when I was with Senior Brother Han. He is very strong, close to the peak of the Organ Refining realm."

Lin Zheyu made up an excuse and subtly pointed to the middle-aged man beside Xing Jinglong.

The man was around forty, sporting a small mustache with an ordinary face, looking quite inconspicuous.

"Despicable guy."

"I'll have someone go fetch Lord Qiu. Let's see if they dare to be this insolent then!" Xie Jiang said furiously, beckoning a subordinate to go call for him.

Xing Jinglong glanced toward the position of Jia Yanyong and the others. Seeing Jia Yanyong stand up, a triumphant smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

But soon, his expression turned somewhat ugly.

Lin Zheyu pulled Jia Yanyong back down.

This kid is such a coward. He can endure even after being provoked like that?

Xing Jinglong cursed inwardly.

He had been extremely displeased ever since Lin Zheyu escaped last time.

He couldn't openly make a move within the city, or it would easily spark a dispute between the two families.

However, finding a reason to provoke someone and then giving them a beating was still acceptable.

In a fight, it was perfectly normal to accidentally break a few limbs, as long as no one was killed in the city, it wouldn't be a big problem.

"Since you don't intend to step up, then keep causing a scene and ruin the business of this shop."

Xing Jinglong gave a cold smile.

Wasn't there a rumor that Lin Zheyu was someone who repaid kindness? He wanted to see if he would still endure it like this.

He picked up a plate from the table and hurled it toward the storyteller's stage.

Clatter.

The plate struck the wall behind the storyteller's stage and shattered into pieces.

The old storyteller, seeing this scene, turned pale with fright and quickly stepped down from the stage.