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Feeling deeply empathized, Ji Xia, whose emotions were initially wistful, now surged like a roller coaster, climbing rapidly again!
He suddenly sat up straight from the bed, and due to overexertion, he even tweaked his leg injury, couldn’t help but hiss in pain with cold sweat breaking out.
Yet at this mont...
He completely ignored the ’pain’ coming from his body.
Instead, he suddenly extended his hand to grab that ’mory fragnt’, then looked at it intensely, cautiously, afraid of missing anything.
Truly... truly...
This scroll of ’Celestial Book’!
Can indeed manifest the cycles into reality?!
"Song Chai Xin’s path is open."
"And my path... is open too!"
Ji Xia’s breath was heavy.
He knew all too well what the completion of this prestigious level ’fist technique’ really signified.
At this ti, the moon was bright and stars sparse, the magpies flew south, the Outer Ring District of Black Mountain City was quiet, under ’curfew’, no one dared to make noise.
After all...
Except for ’Demon Hunting Departnt’s nocturnal patrol, no one knew whether there were heart-digging demons causing havoc.
But at this mont, driven by strong emotions, Ji Xia couldn’t care about any of that.
He donned a gray short outfit, limped and stood up, picked up an oil lamp, in the dim courtyard, inhaling, exhaling...
Then, the left palm tightly held onto the ’mory fragnt’.
In an instant, the impression he once had regarding ’Song Chai Xin’s scene of practicing boxing for half a month was now visible like clouds parted, clear as day.
The divine mandate in those punches, brought forth results like it was just yesterday, made Ji Xia unconsciously clench his fist.
Muscles, bones, blood marrow, skin...
These thresholds stepping into the ’Extraordinary’ level for a martial artist were completely unrelated to him.
He could only rely on a body trained for years, weather-beaten, capable of adapting to all kinds of harsh environnts.
No matter facing any constable or martial artist with elentary skills...
It would still result in instantaneous death, no exceptions!
But this scenario...
After today, would be rewritten.
The mory fragnt of the prestigious boxing manual ’teor Chasing Moon Fist Scripture’, from Ji Xia’s palm, faded into flowing light, disappearing without a trace.
Then the young man’s gaze sharpened as he slowly stood before a half-withered ancient tree in the courtyard, standing firm like a pine, twisting his waist and hips at once, rging his shoulders and arms, gathering all his energy into one point!
Following closely, with a ’snap’, Ji Xia’s arm whipped like a lash, the crisp sound of force ’crack’ emanating...
Only to see his fist falling like starlight, smashing heavily onto the bark of the ancient tree, with a ’bang’, shaking the dry branches, revealing a ’depression’ as large as a fist...
One must know, this tree was as thick as a human waist, a martial artist who hadn’t reached ’Martial Gate Foundation Establishnt’ and only practiced so punching skills could absolutely not punch like this.
Only those who practice superior boxing techniques, imrsing themselves for decades, and specializing in one Dao can seamlessly condense all Qi Power together in the blink of an eye.
However, speaking again, those characters who master a fist Dao are talented, mostly early on stepping onto the cultivation path, so even nearing completion with the first step, how would they stay in ’mortal body’, wasting away for so long?
Perhaps, under heaven, those who haven’t entered the realm of cultivation but have achieved in fist Dao...
Through these many years, only a handful arose, and he ’Ji Xia’ prominently among them!
"Hoo hoo..."
The punch wind roared.
Under the moonlight and the lamp’s faint glow, adeptly wielding this ’hard-earned’ boxing technique, Ji Xia’s gaze grew ever brighter.
Practiced till the end, as the sky lightened at the edge, he was unaffected.
"Thud!"
Until finally nearly exhausted, exhilaratingly lying flat on the ground, panting heavily, Ji Xia didn’t feel tired.
How many people futilely sought such an opportunity but never succeeded!
Ji Xia managed to seize it,
How fortunate!
Three days had passed.
Recalling the recent happenings, a cold glint flashed across the eyes of Jixia who lay on the ground.
"This teor Chasing Moon Fist Scripture truly deserves to be a ’renowned’ legacy, an Extraordinary Boxing Manual. With Song Chai Xin’s reincarnation insights, my fist techniques have reached perfection, and every ti I throw a punch, it even adjusts my body..."
Unconsciously, Jixia touched the leg that had originally suffered heavy injuries.
Logically speaking, those two knife scars were almost bone-deep, and since Jixia hadn’t treated them initially, they had already left a lasting ailnt.
From now on, he would beco a cripple.
But with the execution of the punch, with each breath, it was as if a ’mysterious’ force in the heavens began to flow into his body naturally, filling the wounds and deficiencies in his leg!
This midnight practice, astonishingly healed most of the leg’s injuries, which would be unbelievable if spoken of!
"Counting the ti, it has already been over three days."
"According to past cases, if one could ’upgrade in household registration’, then the subsequent process, three days would be enough to complete."
"On the first day, wear the Cyan Official Robe, register at the Black Mountain Governnt office;
On the second day, receive the Governnt Office-standard ’Martial Gate Foundation Establishnt’ thod, granted a ’dicinal bath’ once to nourish the tendons;
On the third day, granted a saber, assigned duties, and officially take the position!"
"Barring surprises, Jiang Zhou’s promotion to ’constable’ is as certain as a nail in the board."
"Ha."
"As the saying goes, cut the weeds without removing the roots, and spring winds give life again."
"If it were , since the overall situation is set, how could the trouble be left overnight with tomorrow’s dawn?"
Jixia suddenly opened his eyes.
He couldn’t sit still and await his doom.
Jiang Zhou was even capable of ’forest ambush’, chasing him dangerously to the brink of death in the wilderness, which showed that he no longer valued the years of friendship.
This ’near-death’ person returning to Black Mountain City, though the move wasn’t significant, in these critical tis, he surely assigned people early on to watch secretly.
If he doesn’t take any action.
The next thing might be...
A ’black pot’ on his head, unable to be refuted regardless of what he says!
Once draped in an official body, determining black or white with a word cos from soone else, not from you!
"Knock, knock, knock!!"
At this mont, a series of dull knocks interrupted the quiet morning.
"Who is it?"
Jixia quickly stood up, hastily walking towards the door, his brow slightly furrowed with so vigilance.
However, when he peered through a crack in the door and saw a sowhat honest and slightly darkened face, his tensed muscles slowly relaxed:
"Second Uncle Zhang?"
The visitor was an old neighbor who lived in Black Mountain City, Outer Ring District, Cyan Stone Lane, doing so carpenter business to make a living, ranked second in his family, and had often looked after Jixia.
"Creak..."
Jixia slowly opened the wooden door, letting Second Uncle Zhang into the courtyard.
At this mont, Carpenter Zhang was holding a bowl of steaming porridge with a few floating oil spots, and upon hearing Jixia’s voice, he quickly looked up for a glance.
Seeing Jixia’s expression was calm, his spirits rosy, and no signs of being downtrodden, he imdiately breathed a sigh of relief:
"Ji Erlang, you must be starving, right?"
"Co quickly, drink this hot porridge."
In Jixia’s family, he ranked second and had a younger brother nad Ji Han, whom he had spent most of his family’s wealth to send into the Inner City Martial Arts Hall to learn martial arts the previous year.
As for his father and that elder brother seven or eight years older, they had long ago never returned from a hunting trip beyond the city, not even their remains were found, perhaps dead.
Handing the hot porridge to Jixia and observing the young man’s usual expression, Carpenter Zhang couldn’t help but exclaim:
"Jiang Zhou, that rascal, was always upright from childhood to now. When he entered the mountain with you, he even ntioned among the older generation in Cyan Stone Lane, that once he helped you to beco ’Constabulary Official Records’, life would be much better. Who would have thought..."
"Knowing people by face but not knowing their hearts!"
"Ji Erlang, after drinking this bowl of porridge, invest so silver coins early on and join a caravan, head to other cities, and find another way out."
Jixia, holding the bowl, with his stomach craving after a night of boxing, suddenly paused upon hearing these words:
"Old Uncle..."
"What do you an by those words?"
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