Becoming a Martial Artist

Lin Yi took the silver taels handed to him by Lin Changgong and turned to leave.

"Good nephew, stay a moment!"

Lin Yi's footsteps halted.

Lin Changgong shook his head helplessly and muttered in a low voice, "What a cold little fellow, just like your father back then!"

With that, he flicked his sleeve, and a thin booklet flew towards Lin Yi.

Lin Yi's eyes and hands were quick, and he caught it smoothly. Looking down, a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

Lin Changgong's voice drifted over, "You know, our Lin family used to run an escort agency. Study this well, and don't disgrace the ancestors' reputation."

Lin Yi looked at his second uncle with complex emotions.

But Lin Changgong said no more, leaving him only with a retreating back, hands clasped behind him, as he slowly walked deeper into the house.

Lin Yi bowed slightly, paying his respects to the closing door.

He did indeed know that the Lin family had once run an escort agency.

To run an escort agency, the foundation of one's livelihood was martial arts.

Although their overall strength might not compare to those renowned martial arts schools, anyone capable of running an escort agency undoubtedly possessed top-tier skills.

As for why his eldest uncle, Lin Hua, had never taught him any cultivation techniques or martial skills before.

The reason was simple: Lin Hua himself lacked talent in martial arts and had never truly practiced. He retained little memory of the Lin family's ancestral techniques and skills.

Lin Yi gently opened the secret manual in his hand. The ink was still fresh, the handwriting neat and forceful, exuding a sense of resilience.

He surmised that his second uncle, Lin Changgong, had painstakingly copied it down recently.

Only when Lin Changgong's figure had completely disappeared into the room did Lin Yi slowly come back to his senses.

This second uncle seemed... very different from his memory.

He couldn't help but recall that night, the body lying silently in the courtyard.

Was that incident related to his second uncle?

With a mind full of thoughts, Lin Yi turned and left.

Inside, Lin Changgong watched Lin Yi's departing back and murmured softly, "Judging by his aura, he hasn't condensed true qi yet, nor did I sense the yin energy of the Corpse Puppet Path. His martial spirit is indeed abundant... So it wasn't him that night?"

He was silent for a moment, then finally sighed, "Alas, I hope this child can achieve something in the future..."

Leaving Lin Changgong's residence, Lin Yi felt the inside of his sleeve pocket.

It contained the thirty taels of silver from his second uncle, and the fifty taels of bank notes that Member Jia had forced upon him that morning.

He didn't rush back. Instead, he detoured to a familiar shop nearby and carefully purchased a batch of dried beef jerky, along with a few basic medicinal herbs he usually needed for cultivation.

These herbs, though not particularly valuable, could nourish qi and blood, aiding in the cultivation of the Long Rainbow Technique.

With everything purchased, Lin Yi returned to the secluded courtyard he had bought on the outskirts.

Closing the doors and windows, he went straight into the hidden secret room, lit the oil lamp, and then solemnly took out the secret manual given to him by Lin Changgong, carefully perusing it.

After reading only a few pages, Lin Yi's pupils suddenly contracted.

This martial skill was not a commonly seen movement technique, hidden weapon art, saber technique, or sword technique.

Instead, it was an extremely rare—amplification-type martial skill.

The name of the martial skill was—Wind Forest Fire Mountain.

However, this martial skill could only be cultivated by Lin Yi himself, and the progress would likely be very slow.

Lin Yi carefully put away the secret manual.

Now, with no further worries, he could focus on breaking through.

[Long Rainbow Technique (Fourth Level)]

[Proficiency: 1425/1500]

Less than a hundred proficiency points were needed to reach the perfect completion of the fourth level and cultivate the Long Rainbow Technique to the breakthrough stage.

Lin Yi silently estimated in his heart and continued to cultivate as usual.

It would take about five days to accumulate enough qi and blood to attempt to break through the Martial Pass that lay between the mortal and the extraordinary.

With the breakthrough imminent, he trained even harder, daring not to slacken in the slightest.

The sun rose and set, and time quietly passed.

In the blink of an eye, five days had gone by.

On this night, all was silent, save for the dim light in the secret room.

Lin Yi sat cross-legged, his mind focused, the qi and blood surging within his body like rivers.

As the final circulation was completed, a light screen, visible only to him, appeared before his eyes.

[Cultivating Long Rainbow Technique, Proficiency +1]

[Long Rainbow Technique (Fourth Level)]

[Proficiency: 1499/1500]

Just one step left.

Lin Yi exhaled a long breath he had held for ages, the air carrying a faint trace of heat.

The vital energy within him had accumulated to its peak, like a flood about to break its banks, surging through his limbs and bones, desperately seeking an outlet.

"A hundred miles are ninety at ninety..." he murmured, slowly rising to his feet.

The moment he stood, his bones let out a series of crisp cracks, like bamboo joints snapping.

The suppressed vital energy was finally unleashed without restraint, and he became like a blazing furnace, radiating astonishing heat.

He lingered no longer, pushed open the door of the secret room, and followed the hidden passage, step by step, into the small courtyard.

The night breeze was cool, caressing his face, and clearing his burning thoughts a little.

Less than two months of martial arts training, and his past flashed before his eyes like falling leaves.

It was his painstaking effort, day after day, to hide his strength and cautiously gather every hard-won resource.

It was his uncle's family, sparing no expense, who wholeheartedly supported his martial arts training...

He had also seen too much.

In the martial arts hall, countless disciples were stuck at this one step, wasting their years without any progress.

Lin Yi's gaze was distant, his expression calm.

Once he broke through the martial pass, he would be a true martial artist.

Then, he would possess the strength to truly bear responsibilities, protect people, and accomplish things...

"Break..." he sighed softly, releasing the last bit of restraint on the surging vital energy within him.

The next second!

The vital energy, accumulated to its limit, instantly transformed into torrents of raw, immense power, roaring through his body.

His meridians throbbed with a painful fullness, as if about to burst.

His muscles trembled in a cycle of tearing and rebuilding, becoming increasingly tough and strong.

This power flowed from the outside in, permeating his flesh, forging his bones and blood, and finally surging into his internal organs, connecting his extraordinary meridians.

Intense pain and a strange numbness intertwined, washing over his body again and again, pushing his physique to an unprecedented peak.

At the same time, a mysterious, warm sensation began to form deep within his dantian.

This was different from the True Qi of the Corpse Puppet Path, which exuded a gloomy aura.

The True Qi of the martial path extended countless fine tendrils, spreading along the meridians to his limbs and bones, merging seamlessly with the surging power of flesh and blood.

True Qi!

This was the True Qi that only martial artists could wield!

Instantly, the entire world in his perception became new.

He could clearly hear the faint sound of a withered leaf, blown by the wind a hundred meters away, spiraling through the air before gently brushing the ground.

He could even sense the faint yet powerful heartbeat of a hibernating toad beneath the thick mud layer a hundred meters away, as if it were a drum beating by his ear.

At this moment, Lin Yi realized with absolute clarity.

He was a martial artist.

Everything felt natural and inevitable.

From now on, his monthly stipend from the martial arts hall would be largely waived.

He could enter the inner courtyard to learn more profound martial arts, and he would receive high-quality meat provided daily by the inner courtyard to nourish his body.

He could take on a guest position, supported by local gentry, and act with the convenience of a martial arts disciple, enjoying many privileges he had never dared to imagine before.

However, these thoughts merely flashed through his mind at this moment.

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