Fist Momentum

A few young men gathered together, talking about nothing but women and various affairs of state.

From their chatter, Lin Zheyu gleaned quite a bit of the latest news regarding the rebel armies.

"I heard from my father that Brother Lin is not yet married?"

Xu Qinyi suddenly steered the conversation toward Lin Zheyu, catching him off guard.

"Uh, yes."

"Marriage is a matter of parental orders and matchmaker's words. With my parents and kin gone, I have no heart to think about such things."

Lin Zheyu continued to use the absence of his predecessor's parents as an excuse.

He had no desire to marry so early and walk into the grave of matrimony.

The Hundred Flowers Pavilion was so much fun!

He also wondered how his predecessor's family was doing; after being robbed by bandits back then, he didn't know if they had managed to escape with their lives.

"Haha, I was just asking."

"I have a few cousins who are quite lovely. I'll introduce you to them when the time comes."

"There's no rush to marry; get to know each other first. If feelings truly blossom, then we can consider the big matter of marriage," Xu Qinyi said with a laugh.

His father, Xu Jingwu, had mentioned this as well, and Xu Qinyi had come specifically for this purpose.

He wanted to see what kind of person Lin Zheyu was in terms of appearance and character.

Seeing him today, the impression he got was quite good.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. How could his Xu family girls be as pretty as my Ren family ones?"

"My sister is a famous beauty in Songyi City. Why don't I introduce her to you instead!" Ren Qingfeng also grew interested.

"Your sister is?" Lin Zheyu asked curiously.

"My sister's name is Ren Qingying, a renowned beauty in Songyi City. Many young masters have coveted her for a long time, but she hasn't taken a fancy to any of them," Ren Qingfeng said proudly.

Having a beautiful sister gave him plenty of face when he went out.

Those young masters who wanted to pursue Ren Qingying tried their best to curry favor with him, hoping to butter up their potential brother-in-law.

"Get lost. This is someone my father has his eye on; don't try to poach him."

"Brother Lin, let's ignore these two fellows."

"In a while, there will be a banquet at the Xu residence. I invite Brother Lin to attend, and I hope you will grace us with your presence."

Xu Qinyi glared at Ren Qingfeng before extending the invitation to Lin Zheyu.

"I certainly will, I certainly will!"

He chatted with them until evening before leaving.

Jia Yanyong and the others had already headed back, and Lin Zheyu returned to his own courtyard.

"This Xu Qinyi—it must have been Gang Leader Xu who sent him specifically to win me over, right?"

Lin Zheyu had already caught on.

There were no such things as coincidences in this world; he happened to be at the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, and Xu Qinyi just happened to be there and spot him.

"Gang Leader Xu treats me well, so doing what I can for him is fine, but getting married this early? That's a hard pass."

Lin Zheyu muttered to himself.

Unless he truly met a woman who made his heart flutter uncontrollably, he had no intention of getting married.

However, as he grew older, he hadn't experienced that feeling of a fluttering heart in over a decade.

"Practice martial arts, practice martial arts. Why bother thinking so much?"

"The effects of Blood Energy cultivation are truly astonishing. Using Blood Energy to temper the bones has made my Bull Fist practice increasingly efficient, and my progress is faster than ever."

Lin Zheyu looked at the data in his consciousness and said to himself.

Recently, he had spent all his time on improving his Bull Fist, and the progress was gratifying.

Back in the courtyard.

Lin Zheyu took off his coat and began to practice his fist techniques.

The sound of fists striking wooden stakes echoed through the yard.

As his strength grew, he had replaced the stakes in the yard several times, and the latest batch was made of Iron Birch Tree, which was incredibly tough.

The Iron Birch Tree stakes were as hard as iron; no matter how much force Lin Zheyu exerted, he could no longer shatter them.

These stakes were extremely expensive, but he hadn't spent a cent—they had been sent over by Gang Leader Xu.

Lin Zheyu circled the stake, launching continuous attacks, using his Bull Fist in tandem with the Golden Goose Technique.

The power of Blood Energy surged into his arms, causing his muscles to bulge and his veins to protrude.

His fist slammed into the wooden post, the Blood Energy vibrating in tandem to accelerate the tempering of his arm muscles, skin, membranes, and bones.

At the Blood Energy Realm, returning to practice other martial arts was far more efficient, with speeds at least three to four times faster than before.

Under the bright moonlight, Lin Zheyu was drenched in sweat.

He stomped his feet, his leg muscles tensing abruptly.

The power from his legs was transmitted through his waist to his arms, and as his upper body tilted slightly, his fists struck out with overwhelming force, like two horns of a bull.

Bull Charge!

A savage, tyrannical, and invincible aura rose from his body.

After throwing his fists, Lin Zheyu did not stop, continuing to strike out with a relentless barrage of punches.

The aura around him grew stronger and stronger.

A momentum containing a sense of "savagery" and "recklessness" faintly swirled around him, though it remained extremely weak.

If someone with a weak will were present, they would be so intimidated by this aura that they wouldn't even be able to exert half of their own strength.

This essence was the very thing Lin Zheyu had sensed hidden within the fist technique while practicing earlier.

Through his hard work and contemplation over these past few days, he had finally grasped a tiny sliver of the fist momentum.

This was something he had never felt while practicing the Golden Goose Technique.

The creator of the Bull Fist had integrated this fist momentum into the technique itself. Only those with sufficient insight could comprehend it while practicing.

And only those who grasped this fist momentum could ever hope to cultivate the Bull Fist to the realm of perfection.

This was also the reason why Master Liang said the Bull Fist was easy to learn but difficult to master.

Because most people were unable to comprehend the fist momentum within it.

After practicing the fist technique for an hour, Lin Zheyu stopped.

He had made it a habit to practice for an hour every day before bed.

At first, he would be too excited to sleep after practicing, and would end up practicing for another hour until he was exhausted enough to pass out.

Now, that was no longer the case; he fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

"Bull Fist, Bull Fist... savage, reckless, charging forward without hesitation..."

Lin Zheyu sat by the stone table, gazing at the sky, pondering the sliver of fist momentum he had just grasped.

This was his first time coming into contact with the concept of "momentum."

Master Liang had said that momentum was the embryonic form of intent, and intent was the foundation of a Force Transformation martial artist's power.

To break through from Marrow Refining and enter the Force Transformation realm, one had to comprehend a form of intent.

If he could master the fist momentum within the Bull Fist, it would be much easier for him to advance to the Force Transformation realm in the future.

Lin Zheyu pondered until late into the night, but could not glean any further insights.

He stopped overthinking it, took a bath, and went to sleep.

Martial arts could not be rushed, and comprehending fist momentum was even less so.

The next morning, Lin Zheyu was woken up early by the sound of firecrackers.

He pushed open the window to find the sky outside dim and the cold wind whistling.

In the nearby residential houses, candles were lit, firecrackers were popping, and everyone was burning incense to worship the gods.

Children had also risen early, chasing and playing with one another.

"Oh, it's the Little New Year today!"

"In the blink of an eye, I've been in this world for over four months. Time really flies."

Lin Zheyu suddenly remembered that today was the Little New Year in this world.

During the Little New Year in Songyi City, every household would wake up early to slaughter pigs, chickens, and ducks to worship the Kitchen God.

This year's Little New Year was a difficult one.

The adults all wore expressions of sorrow, and only the oblivious children could play and laugh without a care in the world.

He wondered how Senior Brother Han Mo was doing outside the city and if he would be able to make it back for the New Year.

Since he was awake, Lin Zheyu didn't linger in bed.

With his current strength, going without sleep for a few days was no problem at all.

He got up, washed up, and went to the courtyard to continue his practice.

The key to martial arts lies in perseverance.