"This is simply... too unbelievable. No wonder people say that enlightennt can only be hoped for, not pursued. The benefits it brings are too precious, too destined... it’s just like hacking." (The MC refers to his previous life as a ga hacker)
Qing Shui rushed to a small river near the hillside, washing away all the filth covering his body. After bathing, he began to observe the changes in his body after the second cleansing of impurities. His skin was fair, seemingly glowing, muscular yet not exaggerated, sowhat different from the third-generation disciples of the Qing Family.
He took off his clothes and washed them in the creek, sunning them on nearby rocks, then thought: "In stories, people beyond their size usually have things like storage rings, magical bags, gold and jewels, unparalleled martial arts. Beauties everywhere, but what about him? Qing Shui had lived in this mountain village for ten years. He knew those legendary stories were rarely true. Although the Qing Clan was located in a remote area, Qing Yi had indeed traveled to many places, and as for Qing Luo, even in big cities, he could be considered an expert. Even the two of them had never heard of what Qing Shui was contemplating!
Qing Shui had no gold and jewels, but in this mountain village, the Qing Family was the biggest authority, and he lived a relatively comfortable life. Moreover, people in the village didn’t really need large sums of money to survive. Most lived off the land, farming and hunting at the mountain edges. Most of the ti, ordinary villagers didn’t dare venture deep into the mountains as there were rumors that, apart from fierce beasts, even demon beasts might exist!
In his previous life, he was addicted to video gas, and due to this obsession, his only romantic relationship had broken down.
After reincarnating into this world with a physical defect, if it weren’t for Qing Yi’s love, he might have committed suicide. After all, in a world where martial arts represented everything, fate had dealt him a cruel blow.
Fortunately, the gas he played in his past life actually changed his fate in this world. After breaking through the Second Layer Heaven of the ancient enhancent technique, endless energy surged into his body, reaffirming his determination to walk the arduous path of cultivation.
Especially that mont of enlightennt, which also enabled Qing Shui to grasp the initial stage of "Lonely Fist." Whenever he thought of this, he unconsciously spread his arms and began practicing the stance of "Lonely Fist." His fists struck swiftly, rapidly, and accurately, yet it was also evident that his moves had never been this smooth before. This was the necessary state to execute "Lonely Fist!" If not for the sudden insight allowing him to grasp the required heart state, even if he could perform such a powerful and perfect technique, it would still not be complete.
As he slowly retracted his arms and put on his now dry clothes, his entire body filled with a sense of fulfillnt. It was almost noon, feeling the wind on his face and the sunlight shining down, Qing Shui decided to move forward. The mountain was not far from the Qing Clan, and at the place where Qing Shui was, there was a naturally ford shelter. The shelter wasn’t high, requiring only about 200 ters of walking to reach the mountain top.
At the top, Qing Shui could see the distant farmland, patches of green land stretching continuously. The Qing Clan’s land was nearly 100 Baili, this discovery shocked Qing Shui. This world was indeed vast. Even a mountain village could be so large, what about the nearby Baili City?
At the mountain top, there was an area full of wildlife. Massive trees were everywhere, and the sound of birds and unknown insects filled the air, making sharp noises. Qing Shui felt this forested area was teeming with life! It was the perfect place to cultivate his hidden weapons technique!
Following the principle of the Lonely Fist, he casually picked up two small pebbles lying on the ground, closed his eyes, circulated Qi within his body, and gained knowledge about using the appropriate strength, aiming, and the techniques needed to execute it!
During the ti it took to brew a cup of tea, Qing Shui beca motionless, even his breathing nearly controlled to silence. His heartbeat grew softer and softer.
A small yellow bird landed beside Qing Shui, hopping around, not perceiving Qing Shui as a source of danger. Qing Shui had faded into the background, blending in with his surroundings!
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A black bird as large as a hawk, with a wingspan of about 3 ters, glided through the air from afar, its vision as sharp as a needle.
At this ti, the little yellow bird near Qing Shui cried out fearfully, starting to fly away from the direction of the Black Hawk. Clearly, it had noticed the predator tracking it. As the Black Hawk flew closer and closer, Qing Shui’s eyes suddenly opened, revealing a fierce expression. His hand flicked lightly, and the pebble in his right hand flew through the air at a lightning-like speed, making a hissing sound as it accelerated.
"P!"
The hawk didn’t even have ti to utter a cry of death before it died. It was killed by a pebble that cleanly penetrated through its brain.
The corners of Qing Shui’s mouth curled into a slight smile.
"So this is the thod of using hidden weapons. How terrifying." Qing Shui slowly walked down the slope, heading towards the hawk’s corpse.
The hawk’s body landed near a forested area on the west side of the mountain. The west was where Qing Clan mbers hunted for food. Without companions or a high level of cultivation, entering alone was extrely dangerous. This forest was also known as Greenwood Forest, characterized by Greenwood Trees growing at its borders.
Greenwood Forest was forbidden to anyone not cultivated to at least a 7th-level Military Warrior. Even those who reached the 7th level dared not traverse here alone or underestimate the forest’s dangers.
"Hmm, how dangerous can it be? I’m just going to take a look at the hawk’s corpse and then co back." As he carefully surveyed the surroundings, curiosity burned in his heart.
Once he determined there was no danger or anything suspicious, he slowly trekked towards the giant hawk’s corpse. It was easy climbing the mountain, but going down was difficult. Whether intentional or naturally ford, the path downhill was narrow, especially on the west side of the mountain.
Fortunately, this particular mountain peak wasn’t very high, and Qing Shui was confident in his current physical strength, so he fearlessly stepped forward. "Even if there is danger, I can call for reinforcents. After all, it’s in the vicinity of the Qing’s Mansion." Qing Shui reasoned.
Convinced by his own logical reasoning, when he jumped to the entrance of Greenwood Forest, the caution in his heart gradually subsided.
No wonder people say climbing up is easy, but going down is hard. Qing Shui could attest to the truth of this saying. He had already taken 30 minutes on the journey, yet there were still 200 ters to the mountain top. In comparison, it had only taken him 15 minutes to ascend to the summit.
With only 100 ters left before reaching the base of the mountain, Qing Shui could already see the Black Hawk’s corpse. It was landing near the border of Greenwood Forest. Qing Shui carefully paused and once again surveyed the surroundings, only beginning to approach the large hawk’s body after ensuring everything was within normal paraters.
The wind blowing from the mountain was pleasant, neither a hot sumr breeze nor the biting cold of winter winds. If this place existed in his previous world, surely it would be used as a resort or retirent ho.
Although Qing Shui had never been here before, he had heard adults give many frightening warnings, and he was keenly aware of the dangers that existed in Greenwood Forest. Qing Shui settled himself, checked his surroundings, and cautiously proceeded forward. Nonetheless, he secretly hoped for a beast’s ambush so that he might test his current strength.
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The hawk was undoubtedly dead, the pebble had cleanly pierced through the bird’s brain.
Qing Shui looked at his "masterpiece," gazing at the large hawk’s corpse, unsure of what species this bird belonged to. He felt it bore many similarities to the hawks from his previous world, the only difference being this "hawk" was much larger than any in his past world. If he was still his forr waste self, surely he would have been the one eaten by this hawk today. Foreseeing the final outco, he grasped the remaining pebble in his hand tightly, a thread of gladness in his heart.
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