The more Lin Yu focused on his cultivation, the more absorbed he became, the more the light and shadow around him flickered.
He completely disregarded the passage of time.
In any case, all the martial artists around had been slaughtered by Zhao Yan, that god of death.
If he fails to seize the inheritance, he won't be able to escape either.
It's better to focus on cultivation first.
At this moment, Lin Yu's mind was focused solely on the cultivation technique's method of circulating qi. The qi and blood within his body, following the technique's trajectory, gradually accelerated under the guidance of his divine sense.
A faint warmth spread throughout my limbs and bones.
He even sensed a faint, hidden power deep within his blood and qi, quietly flowing with his blood and qi.
It's unclear whether it was generated by the cultivation technique or was an inherent mystery of this clone itself.
Lin Yu suppressed his doubts for the time being and focused on cultivation. He felt his aura becoming more and more refined, and his spirit and energy were quietly undergoing a transformation.
This practice was so seamless that it was as if one were in a deserted place, unaware that dawn had broken and continuing from the first light of day until dusk.
Lin Yu only slowly stopped practicing and opened his eyes when the flow of Qi and blood in his body had become smooth and harmonious, making it difficult to make any further progress.
His aura was several times more stable than before. Although there were still no fluctuations in his martial arts realm, his physical strength had been substantially enhanced.
"Awake?" A hoarse voice suddenly broke the silence.
Lin Yu looked up and saw Zhao Yan leaning against the wall not far away.
Han Ren casually draped his shoulder, a hint of impatience in his eyes.
Clearly, Zhao Yan had already prepared everything and waited for him here for a full day and night, even spontaneously protecting him along the way.
Lin Yu stood up, stretched his limbs, and his bones cracked slightly. He looked at Zhao Yan and said sincerely, "Thank you."
If it were anyone else, they would probably have taken advantage of his momentary lapse in concentration to either ambush him or steal the secret manual in front of him.
Although Zhao Yan was insane and ruthless, he actually guarded him for a full day and night.
But upon hearing these words, Zhao Yan seemed offended and let out a sneer.
In a flash, he rushed in front of Lin Yu and snatched the "Primordial Unity Ki Technique" from his hand before Lin Yu could react.
"What is this? Let me see it."
He had been waiting for a while, and was quite curious about Lin Yu's engrossed cultivation with that tattered book.
As soon as I got my hands on it, I immediately opened it and quickly flipped through it, but my brows furrowed more and more.
He recognized the words on the pages, but the methods of circulating qi and the fundamental principles of the cultivation technique were completely different from the "Sunflower Manual" he practiced.
Zhao Yan grew increasingly irritated as he looked at it. With his discerning eye, he could certainly tell that this was a top-tier martial arts manual.
He thought to himself: If I want to practice this technique, I have to abandon my current Grandmaster Realm cultivation and start all over again.
All the effort he had put into practicing the Sunflower Manual had been for nothing, so this blow he took was for nothing.
Such a losing proposition is something no normal person, let alone someone who's crazy, would do.
Really
Before half an incense stick had burned out, Zhao Yan threw the manual back at Lin Yu.
He spat, his face full of disgust. "What garbage! Not only is it obscure and hard to understand, but it also clashes with my cultivation Faxiang. It's utter trash."
People tend to belittle what they can't have.
Lin Yu caught the manual steadily, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.
Even when Zhao Yan snatched the book, he didn't feel the slightest bit heartache. He already knew the contents of the cultivation technique by heart, so this ancient book was nothing to him.
Not to mention, he also knew that Zhao Yan was practicing the Sunflower Manual.
Even if Zhao Yan looked at it, it would be a waste of time.
"I'm leaving." Zhao Yan suppressed his impatience, turned around and walked towards the hospital exit, twirling the cold blade between his fingers, his tone still hard and cold.
"Staying in this lousy place for too long is bad luck. Come back to my lair with me."
"The Golden Bull Martial Arts School hasn't been completely cleared out yet. Don't get lost out there and die without knowing why."
Lin Yu casually tucked the two manuals into his pocket and silently followed Zhao Yan's footsteps.
They traveled in silence, Nightscape the darkness to weave through the streets and alleys of Jiangcheng, avoiding areas where martial artists gathered, and soon secretly arrived at an old town area.
This place, with its crisscrossing alleys, is a haven for ordinary martial artists, a veritable den of iniquity.
Zhao Yan's residence was a small, single-story house located deep inside the village.
Pushing open the door, Lin Yu was greeted by an extremely simple interior: a bed, a table, and a few cloth bags piled in the corner.
Lin Yu silently analyzed that it must be a place where he stored his elixirs and weapons.
Zhao Yan casually tossed the wooden box and Martial Venerable Manual from his arms onto the table, then laid out the pills he had looted from the Great Grandmaster's corpse. He sat down to meditate, completely ignoring Lin Yu.
Lin Yu found a corner to sit down, casually placed the "Primordial Unity Ki Technique" on his lap, and did not deliberately practice it anymore.
"Um?"
"What's wrong?" Zhao Yan asked, looking at Lin Yu who had just opened his eyes in surprise.
Lin Yu suddenly realized that the blood and qi in his body were circulating on their own, slowly following the trajectory of the Body Tempering Technique.
Without his guidance or any external force, it nourished his body in a continuous and silent way.
"It's nothing," Lin Yu replied casually, then looked inward at himself.
As his internal energy and blood circulated, that hidden, latent power also slowly surged, merging with his energy and blood, making his physical body even more refined.
He couldn't explain the reason for this strange phenomenon for the time being.
Is it that the "Primordial Unity Ki Technique" itself possesses such miraculous power, allowing one to spontaneously generate Qi after mastering its basics?
Or is it that this clone, personally forged by his true self, is too special, inherently possessing such extraordinary potential?
After all, the "Primordial Unity Ki Technique" is so profound that it is far superior to martial arts from lower planes.
If such an opportunity exists, why would rogue cultivators risk their lives to seize the Martial Venerable's inheritance?
Lin Yu suppressed his doubts for the time being, letting his internal energy circulate on its own.
Zhao Yan, who was meditating at the table, quietly opened his eyes and glanced at Lin Yu sitting quietly in the corner.
Seeing that although his aura did not reveal any cultivation level, it became increasingly refined and steady, one could tell that he had undergone such a change after only one day and one night of cultivation.
Zhao Yan's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason. He then chuckled and closed his eyes again to regulate his breathing, thinking to himself: This kid is getting more and more interesting.
Meanwhile, in Huang Rong's world
"Xiao Yu, from now on, your sister Huang Rong will protect you."
Seeing Huang Rong's spirited appearance, Lin Yu (number two) couldn't help but smile and nodded in agreement, "Then thank you very much for your care, Sister Huang Rong."
She took over as the leader of the Beggar Clan' Sect after Hong Qigong stepped down, relying on her clever and insightful mind, coupled with her solid skill in the Dog-Beating Staff Technique.
She had already managed the vast Beggar Clan' Sect with great efficiency, and everyone in the martial arts world respected her as Chief Huang. When she spoke of protecting Lin Yu, she was full of confidence.
Just then, a series of deep, cheerful footsteps sounded outside the courtyard, accompanied by a resounding shout that made the surrounding green bamboo tremble slightly, "Rong'er!"
Hearing the voice, Huang Rong raised an eyebrow, smiled, and called out towards the courtyard, "Brother Jing, come in!"
Lin Yu (number two) looked up and saw Guo Jing, dressed in coarse cloth and tight-fitting clothes, stride into the courtyard. He was tall and straight, with an honest face and a bit of dust on his forehead.