Spiritual Feedback to the Physical Body

On the way home, a familiar figure stepped out from the corner.

"Mr. Lin, have you considered yesterday's matter?"

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The man was Jia Yanming, the steward of Yixiang Tea House.

Unlike Steward Wu, Jia Yanming had a well-proportioned build, a stern face, and exceptionally sharp eyes. He looked very much like a formidable businessman from Lin Zheyu's previous life.

"My apologies, but Bidan Tea House has shown me kindness."

"I visited your tea house back then as well, but before I could even enter, the waiter drove me away. What a pity."

Lin Zheyu wore a regretful expression as he spoke.

Jia Yanming had been there at the time. He had cast Lin Zheyu a cold glance, his expression exceptionally indifferent, as though he had seen a beggar coming to ask for food.

Impatiently, he had waved at the waiter and told him to drive Lin Zheyu away.

"Please think it over again. We can still discuss the terms."

"At Yixiang Tea House, we can pay you three hundred coins per performance. Then, based on the number of customers, for every ten people beyond the base number, we'll raise your pay by another ten coins, and so on."

"Bidan Tea House is small. Your prospects there cannot compare to those at Yixiang Tea House."

"As long as you come to our tea house, we..."

"My apologies, but I'm not considering it for now."

Lin Zheyu interrupted Jia Yanming and walked past him.

"Young after all. Having read a few books by the sages, he doesn't understand the cruelty of the business world."

"He does have some loyalty, knows how to repay kindness, but... heh."

Jia Yanming watched his retreating back, his expression unreadable as he murmured softly, seemingly lost in thought.

Upon returning to the courtyard, Lin Zheyu took off his blue robe.

The outfit was uncomfortable to wear. He still preferred the fitted clothes used for martial arts training.

He took out the herbs that replenished vitality and nourished the blood, which he had bought yesterday, poured them into the medicine pot, and began brewing them.

"Whew, this is truly laborious work. How nice it would be to have a maid."

Lin Zheyu wiped the sweat from his forehead and panted heavily.

He had exercised for several hours that morning, and his body was already extremely exhausted. Now he had chopped wood, carried water, and boiled water, leaving him even more tired.

Lin Zheyu panted as he slumped onto the ground.

Right now, he did not want to move at all. Every movement was a trial for his will.

"No. How can I speak of giving up so lightly!"

Lin Zheyu encouraged himself.

After practicing Stance Training for a month, his perseverance had improved considerably.

He slowly rose from the ground. That action alone exhausted the bit of resolve he had just gathered.

"Strike while the iron is hot. If I'd known, I wouldn't have trained so hard at Master Liang's place."

Lin Zheyu felt the pain in his body as he spoke.

He rested a while longer, gritted his teeth, and began training.

"When Heaven is about to confer a great responsibility upon a man, it must first torment his heart and test his resolve..."

Lin Zheyu recited a famous passage from his previous life to inspire himself, enduring the pain in his body and the exhaustion and revulsion surging from his mind as he began to train.

If he could not endure even this much hardship, how could he achieve anything great?

He assumed his stance.

His strength was somewhat lacking, but his posture remained perfectly standard.

Hah!

Ha!

Lin Zheyu shouted as he began practicing his punches.

Wooden stakes for practicing martial arts stood in the courtyard. They had been wrapped in old clothing as cushioning, something Lin Zheyu had prepared in advance.

Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

His fists struck the wooden stakes, producing sharp banging sounds.

As time passed, Lin Zheyu entered deeper into the rhythm, and the banging from the stakes grew louder and louder.

Everything was difficult at the beginning. Once he forced himself to start training, he only needed to grit his teeth to keep going.

Rustle, rustle, rustle.

A gentle breeze stirred the leaves, making them rustle.

Under the moonlight, Lin Zheyu was already soaked through with sweat. His face was somewhat pale, and his lips trembled faintly despite themselves.

His eyes were bloodshot. With every punch he threw, the muscles in his arms could not help trembling.

This was a sign that he was nearing his limit.

"Hold on!"

"Hold on a little longer. You're about to make it!"

Lin Zheyu clenched his teeth, his mind stretched to the utmost limit as he used his powerful will to resist the intense pain surging from his body.

Another ten minutes passed.

The sensation of breaking through his physical limits and experiencing an instant spiritual sublimation arrived. At that moment, his essence, energy, and spirit condensed into one.

He let out a long breath and collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion.

The muscles throughout his body twitched continuously from excessive fatigue.

"I did it."

A smile appeared on Lin Zheyu's pale face.

He had gained another unit of Source Power.

[Heaven Rewards Diligence]

Name: Lin Zheyu

Source Power: 3

Skill: Bull Fist (Uninitiated 5%)

"Bull Fist still needs another 95% before I'm initiated. It should take around twenty days."

"I wonder how powerful Source Power is, and how much it can improve Bull Fist."

Lin Zheyu was filled with anticipation.

He rested on the ground for a full half hour before getting up.

After stretching his muscles and tendons, he stripped naked and stepped into the bath barrel he had prepared earlier.

"Refreshing!"

Wrapped in warm hot water, Lin Zheyu shuddered all over, feeling some of the exhaustion in his muscles fade.

"Let's test the effects of Source Power."

Unable to suppress the anticipation in his heart, Lin Zheyu decided to try it immediately.

"Use 1 unit of Source Power to improve Bull Fist."

As the thought arose, 1 unit of Source Power vanished.

Immediately afterward, Bull Fist's progress began to leap upward rapidly: 6%... 10%... 20%... 50%... 80%... 100%!

A mysterious energy surged from deep within his cells and began transforming Lin Zheyu's muscles and fascia.

At the same time, his mind fell into a strange state.

He seemed to be standing in an inexplicable space. Within that space, Lin Zheyu had only one thought: practice Bull Fist!

He trained Bull Fist madly, punch after punch, never stopping and never tiring, like a demon possessed.

No one knew how long passed in that wondrous state, but Lin Zheyu's understanding of Bull Fist grew ever deeper.

A few breaths later, he snapped back from his hazy memories.

His eyes slowly widened, filled with astonishment.

Unbelievable!

Lin Zheyu felt as though he had practiced Bull Fist for an extremely long time, without sleep or rest.

His understanding of Bull Fist was now exceptionally profound.

Suddenly, a strange sensation came from his nose. It seemed that something had flowed out.

He touched it with his right hand and saw a smear of red in the moonlight.

"Is this... a nosebleed?"

Lin Zheyu froze. He suddenly felt lightheaded, and his body became incomparably weak.

His vision also grew somewhat blurry.

"What's going on?"

"Why does my body feel even weaker?"

Lin Zheyu gripped the edge of the bath barrel with both hands and only recovered after resting for a while.

A sensation of hunger and weakness came from every cell in his body, while his dark skin turned somewhat ghastly pale.

Lin Zheyu thought for a moment and understood.

"The effect of Source Power sent my mind into a special state. In that state, time was greatly prolonged, and my mental body trained madly without stopping."

"The results of my mental body's training in that state could directly feed back into my physical body, allowing it to train and grow stronger as well."

"But without sufficient energy, it could only consume my body's energy reserves, causing a deficiency of blood and vitality."

Lin Zheyu mused inwardly, having figured out the process.

He held onto the edge of the bath barrel and rested for a while before his vision became clear again.

Splash...

Lin Zheyu stepped out of the bath barrel, and darkness once again swept over his vision as dizziness flooded his head.

He hurriedly grabbed the edge of the bath barrel and rested for a while longer before recovering.

His blood and vitality had been depleted rather severely.