Morning.
The sky was just beginning to lighten.
Lin Zheyu woke up early, sat cross-legged on the bed, and practiced the Turtle Breath Skill.
After reaching the Qi Blood Realm, his Turtle Breath Skill could continue to be cultivated.
After a period of cultivation, he discovered that practicing the Turtle Breath Skill right after waking up in the morning was much more efficient.
This was related to the changes in tabolism after a night’s sleep.
During deep sleep, body tabolism and Qi Blood activity drop to their lowest, sowhat similar to the Turtle Breath Skill.
Understanding the natural changes in the human body allowed him to better comprehend the mysteries of the Turtle Breath Skill.
He practiced for an hour.
Lin Zheyu went out for a walk.
In the streets of Songyi City.
The road was much quieter than usual.
If not for the occasional group of refugees passing through Songyi City, bringing a bit of vitality, the city would have beco deathly still.
Afternoon.
In the Bidan Tea House.
Lin Zheyu and a few others gathered here every day.
"Have you heard, Zhou Jiang is dead." Xie Jiang said.
"What? With his strength, how could he die?"
Jia Yanrong exclaid in surprise, "Could it be a powerful martial artist has appeared among the bandits?"
Zhou Jiang was a mber of the Feihong Gang, his strength reaching the Peak of Bone Forging Realm, stronger than Jia Yanrong and the others.
He was a battle maniac, extrely fierce when fighting.
"The White Stone Mountain Mine was forcibly attacked by a group of bandits, causing a conflict, and three died, two of whom were just guys who knew so Turtle Fist."
"Zhou Jiang was very strong, but in his excitent, he charged into the bandit encirclent. Help was not tily, and he was beaten to death."
Xie Jiang said, staring directly at Jia Yanrong.
Lin Zheyu and Ning Hui heard this and simultaneously turned their heads to look at Jia Yanrong.
From Zhou Jiang, they saw Jia Yanrong’s future fate.
"Hey, hey, why are you all looking at like that?"
"I’m not that lunatic who doesn’t care about his life when fighting."
Jia Yanrong was creeped out by their stares, murmuring.
"No, you are."
They all said in unison.
Jia Yanrong: "..."
"Do you think Mr. Xu will mobilize people to provide support?" Ning Hui asked.
"It hasn’t reached that point yet."
"But now bandits are rampant outside the city, and other places have also been attacked. Perhaps he’ll send us elsewhere for assistance."
Xie Jiang said.
This guy liked to gossip around, always well-inford.
Lin Zheyu focused on martial arts, Jia Yanrong paid no attention to these things, and Ning Hui was imrsed in indulgence, lacking information.
So they gathered every day to listen to Xie Jiang’s gossip.
"Mr. Lin, if we are indeed mobilized for support, we’d probably be in the sa team, my little life would depend on you then."
Xie Jiang looked at Lin Zheyu and said.
"Mr. Jiang, no need to be so formal, just call by my na. No need for Mr. Lin."
Lin Zheyu was sowhat speechless.
Being called Mr. Lin by soone older made him a bit uncomfortable.
"You scholarly types say, ’The accomplished beco teachers’ right?"
"Your skills are far superior to ours, calling you Mr. Lin is nothing. If not for my pride, I would have called you Yu."
Xie Jiang laughed slyly.
Lin Zheyu rolled his eyes at him.
Once familiar with them, he discovered Xie Jiang’s true nature.
Unlike Jia Yanrong’s recklessness and dislike for using his head, this guy often had so little ideas, but was sowhat shaless.
During their chat, the storytelling began.
The storyteller was an old gentleman, very knowledgeable, his skills far surpassing Lin Zheyu.
The guests listened intently.
"Xing has changed his ways, even coming to listen to stories."
Ning Hui curled his lips, motioning to a table not far away.
They looked over and saw that familiar figure.
"The fatty is definitely here to cause trouble again."
"He failed to stir trouble last ti, and now he’s brought more n." Jia Yanrong said.
No need to think, it was clear Xing was up to sothing.
This playboy was not one for storytelling, he liked fighting, gambling, and won all day.
Upon seeing Xing Jinglong, Lin Zheyu couldn’t help but frown.
He felt Xing Jinglong was targeting him.
"Don’t let find an opportunity, or I’ll deal with you."
Lin Zheyu stared at Xing Jinglong vaguely thinking.
Anyone with ill intentions towards him, he would like to deal with them.
The feeling of being targeted was unpleasant, requiring constant caution to prevent being plotted against.
Since returning from outside the city, Lin Zheyu set up a hidden bed in the kitchen, sleeping there every night.
...
The storyteller eagerly spoke on stage, the audience intently listening in the audience.
Bang!
Suddenly, Xing Jinglong slamd his large hand on the table, making a loud noise.
The entire tea house went silent.
"What rubbish are you talking about?"
"Dare bring out such a story, get off the stage."
He looked at the storyteller with disdain, his face fierce, scaring the storyteller into a cold sweat.
"Damn, I’m going to confront him!"
Jia Yanrong slamd the table angrily.
He was originally a guy who liked to fight, not think, easily provoked by anger.
Triggered by Xing’s words, he planned to take action.
"Ignore him."
"This guy ca deliberately to cause trouble, wanting you to fight him."
"Look at those sitting by his side, among them is a master at the Refining Internal Organ Realm. If we fight, we’ll be at a disadvantage."
Lin Zheyu pressed down Jia Yanrong’s shoulder, not wanting to reveal his strength by fighting.
His senses were extrely sharp, far beyond ordinary Qi Blood Realm experts.
Without a test, it’s difficult to discern if a martial artist is in the Refining Organ or Bone Forging realm.
Refining Organ and Bone Forging train internal body tissues, the improvent in Essence, Qi, and Spirit is not obvious.
So people in the Refining Organ Realm appear less robust and mighty in Essence, Qi, and Spirit compared to the burly Bone Forging martial artists.
Lin Zheyu, having trained the Turtle Breath Skill to the third level, had achieved terrifying body control.
Through subtle physical cues, could discern the opponent’s strength level.
"Even Refining Internal Organ masters have co, is this guy trying to provoke a war between two gangs!"
Xie Jiang exclaid upon hearing.
Their gangs had quarrels, but in the city, they all held back without any Refining Internal Organ level battles.
In Songyi City, a martial artist at the Refining Organs was considered top-notch, fighting would an the gangs are at odds.
"How did you know there’s a hidden master at the Refining Organ level?"
Jia Yanrong questioned, sitting back down in confusion.
"I saw that man when I was with Mr. Han, he’s very strong, nearly at the peak of Refining Organs."
Lin Zheyu made up a reason, obliquely indicating the middle-aged man beside Xing Jinglong.
The man, around forty, sported a small mustache, with an ordinary look, appearing inconspicuous.
"Despicable character."
"I’ll have soone call Lord Qiu here, let’s see if they dare be so arrogant!" Xie Jiang said furiously, signaling a subordinate to summon help.
...
Xing Jinglong glanced at Jia Yanrong and others out of the corner of his eye, seeing Jia Yanrong stood up, a smile of success erged at the corner of his mouth.
But soon, his expression turned a bit ugly.
Lin Zheyu pulled Jia Yanrong down.
"This kid is quite cowardly, even after provocation he could hold back?"
Xing Jinglong cursed inwardly.
Last ti Lin Zheyu escaped, he was extrely frustrated.
In the city, he couldn’t act openly, it could easily spark a dispute between both families.
But after provocation, beating them would be acceptable.
In a fight, breaking a few limbs accidentally wasn’t unusual, as long as no fatalities occurred in the city, it wasn’t a big issue.
"Since you don’t plan to step forward, then continue causing trouble, ruin the business of this shop."
Xing Jinglong sneered coldly.
Lin Zheyu was rumored to be grateful, he wanted to see if he could tolerate this.
He picked up a plate from the table and smashed it toward the storytelling stage.
With a snap.
The plate shattered upon hitting the wall behind the storytelling stage.
The old storyteller paled at the sight, quickly stepping down from the stage.
...
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