Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 162 - 110: Muscle Relaxing Pill, Advancing to Willow

No wonder it can support so many guilds.

The second piece of information was about the situation of White Tiger Hall. White Tiger Hall had been held in suspicion by others within the guild because of Peng Shizhong’s feud with Gang Leader Nan Batian, yet they were helpless to do anything. The reason was simple—if the Fishing Guild dared to be unfair to White Tiger Hall, then Guild Cao would open its arms to welco Peng Shizhong!

It was a large faction with five or six hundred people, plus an Energy Transformation Master. Such a big piece of fat at was too tempting for Guild Cao not to covet.

Hence, although Gang Leader Nan Batian disdained Peng Shizhong, including White Tiger Hall, he was unable to get rid of them.

The third item looked like a little scandal about Peng Shizhong, praising actresses.

That was normal; these days Old Masters all liked to support actresses, just like future big-shots loved to support entertainnt stars.

However, it was surprising that Huadie bore a striking resemblance to Peng Shizhong’s forr junior sister, and Peng Shizhong’s obsession with her. Plus, Peng Shizhong had never married in his life. Putting all this information together, Chen Jie suspected whether Peng Shizhong had suffered from unrequited love, remaining unmarried because of that junior sister.

Nevertheless, given his low status and lack of influence, it was better to stay away from the affairs of the big shots. It was enough to know without speaking out, and certainly not to get too involved.

The other two pieces of intelligence were about the "Thirteen Breaking Tribulation Strokes." This spear technique seed very impressive—the Evaluation given was that mastering it could make one a top-notch martial artist of the era.

This top-notch martial artist wasn’t just top-notch in Mianshui County; it signified a broader standing, indicating sothing special about the spear technique.

Moreover, it was a technique that originated during the Song Dynasty, the previous dynasty.

This knowledge allowed Chen Jie to understand why the spear technique included verses of poetry by Su Dongpo as part of its folklore.

And the Four Seasons Celestial Phenonon Technique he had learned, with its Twenty-four Solar Terms Valley, could be traced back even before the Tang Dynasty. Therefore, it seed that the person who created the spear technique inadvertently acquired the Qingming Cultivation Technique. Then, based on that person’s contemporary top-notch Martial Arts philosophies, he refined and condensed it into one strike—"Wandering Soul!"

To condense all the inherent anings of Qingming into one strike made sense.

Moreover, the intelligence ntioned a man—Gao Chong!

This was soone Chen Jie knew, the Fierce General under Yue Fei, an invincible presence.

In the battlefield, he slaughtered the Jin people, foes who stood no chance against him, forcing Jin Wushu to concede with the words, "The Overlord reborn!"

Such a figure had only learned the latter seven strokes; no wonder the intelligence stated that mastering all thirteen strokes could make one a top-notch martial artist of the era, probably encompassing both the military and the Jianghu!

Indeed, who could condense a move of the Four Seasons Celestial Phenonon Technique into a single spear strike with such martial prowess would certainly be no ordinary person!

And the spear technique that he created, how could it be ordinary either?

Chen Jie gently extracted his arm from under Su Yunjin, who was using it as a pillow. Su Yunjin was lying with her back to Chen Jie, and when she felt her arm being pulled away, her eyebrows twitched as she awoke, but she didn’t speak.

She feared that if she woke up every ti her husband did, he would worry about her.

Even the slightest bit of worry was sothing she didn’t want to bring upon her husband. He was already under enough pressure, and she couldn’t afford to be a burden to him.

Chen Jie got up, rustled as he dressed, glanced at Su Yunjin who was still ’deeply sleeping’ on the bed, covered her properly with the blanket, then stood up and put on his shoes.

Su Yunjin didn’t open her eyes, listening to the gentle sounds of the door closing, silent.

She didn’t rise but laid with her eyes closed, practicing the breathing thods of the Yang Chun Skill in bed.

She was afraid of distracting her husband by letting him see her get up.

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Outside the room, Chen Jie limbered up, stretching his body, then picked up the long spear he’d gotten from Peng Shizhong. The material of the spear was good, with a staff of white waxwood, and the head was made of refined steel.

Of course, nobody would dare scrim on a long spear intended for Hall Master practice.

Chen Jie adjusted his breathing, using the Yang Chun Skill to awaken his muscles, keeping his entire body in an excited state.

He then took the stance of the Water Manipulation Palm and grabbed the tail end of the two-ter long large gun with one hand.

His arm imdiately tensed up. Anyone who understood the principle of leverage knew that this way of holding the spear at the very end would extrely shorten the lever arm, resulting in a weighty force on the spear shaft.

This was a great test of arm strength.

Just holding it like that for about half an hour, even with Chen Jie’s Refining Body Level physique, his arms began to sour, and if you looked closely, you could see his muscles slightly trembling.

He continued to hold it for about another half an hour.

Feeling like the warm-up was sufficient, he pulled out a small bottle from his chest, poured out an Elixir—it was the Muscle Relaxing Pill Peng Shizhong gave him.

A special aid for breaking through from Refining Body Realm to Willow Tendon Realm.

He threw a Muscle Relaxing Pill in his mouth, and imdiately, as its dicinal strength dissolved, Chen Jie swallowed it. He then picked up the large spear, shook out a flourish, and started practicing.

Chen Jie danced with the spear:

Long as a flood dragon erging from the sea, sotis stooping low, sotis surging waves.

Short as a viper striking, sotis flashing cold light, sotis holding back ready to strike.

The bright moonlight spilled across the land and shone upon him, dressed in a simple black cloth, his body as supple as a pine, his energy charging like a bull.

With the spear in hand, he was like a general slaughtering on the battlefield; a glint of cold light arrived first, followed by the spear thrusting out like a dragon!

Stab!

The spear thrust forcefully into a nearby plane tree, instantly boring a large hole.

Now Chen Jie’s body was steaming, and his muscles and bones were buzzing, feeling as if every tendon in his body was quivering, frantically absorbing the dicinal strength.