Dual Sword God - Chapter 1: Feng Yu

Golden Dragon Calendar, Year 0234. Autumn.

Nirvana Province, Bright Flame Kingdom, within Machen Town.

In an old worn-down shack within an unusually quiet district, a 15-year-old boy could be seen lying down. He was in a horrible state as his clothing had been torn to shreds, and the bloodstains covered both him and the wooden floor. He had a handsome semblance, but due to his injuries, none of that was recognizable. With long red hair, red eyebrows and pale white skin that made him look sickly due to his excess blood loss. Outside of the shack, two figures were currently chatting.

"Finally over, whew!" a youth dressed in black clothing said as he took a deep breath while wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had a reasonably handsome appearance; only it was ruined by the cunning and crafty expression on his face. If one were to look closely, they would see traces of blood lingering on his hands.

"Ha Ha! Now that we've got this over with, we should go before someone spots us!" the slender looking figure dressed in luxurious clothing exclaimed. With a face like that of a mouse, and eyes that were sharp portraying his cunning nature, he looked around excitedly as he gestured to the figure on the right.

"Brother Xiang! Don't worry, I've personally arranged for no one to visit this area at this hour." the youth in black clothing said while smiling with a sly look on his face.

"Very Good! Hmph! Feng Yu, this is what you get for standing in this young master's way to glory. Brother Huan, come let's go!" said the man wearing expensive clothing as he sped off into the distant district at high speeds, with the youth in black clothing following him soon after. noveltranslationweb.blogspot.com

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The stars shone brightly tonight in Machen Town and various lights lit up amongst the streets as the atmosphere of nightlife was at its peak. People were idling about the districts and pubs were filled with activity. Now and then action could be seen within the central square; the dancers were dancing, performers were performing, and martial artists were doing friendly spars.

However, far away from the liveliness around the empty and silent District 7. There was an unusual aura. A mist slowly filled the area which began to settle around an old and abandoned looking shack, as the round moon hanging high in the sky started to glow in an odd and unrecognizable color. Along with it, an unusual array of lights were forming in the night sky.

The lights that appeared were of 12 different colors arranged in the form of a diagram similar to a pentagram. Strangely enough, the lights didn't stay in one fixed area, but instead, they started to rotate and to vary speeds creating a mirror-like space within the center of the diagram.

Pzzzzzzzz!

Suddenly, there was a change. The stars that were rotating reached a limit in speed as they vanished, creating a crack in space. After which a shadow appeared that quickly plunged towards the old shack at lightning speeds.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In an instant, time seemed to have stopped, as the 12 lights with the unusual phenomena disappeared, and the night continued undisturbed.

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The sun rose brightly today, bringing with it a warm light that started to melt away the cold darkness of night. Faintly, the crowing of roosters resounded throughout the distance, filling life into the silent district.

Dawn has come to Machen Town.

Within District 7, Inside of the old shack, warm rays of light could be seen beaming through the cracks of the wooden structure. A flash of light made its way across the face of Feng Yu stopping briefly over his closed eyes. Probably, due to the excess light that shone across his face. The eyes that remained closed started struggling, opening bit by bit and staring towards the old wooden ceiling.

"Where... Where am I?" though Feng Yu, who was feeling a lot of pain within his body, slowly he started to look around the small room with a confused expression on his face. There were a lot of junk weapons stored in barrels on top of tables and scattered around on the wooden floor. Looking at his body, he noticed his bloody and torn up clothing along with some dried-up bruises on his skin. On the floor, was a lot of blood that seemed to have become pale having lingered for a while.

"What's going on here? Shouldn't I... be dead. How could I?..." with a shocked expression Feng Yu called out in alarm. But then, his head started to hurt in a manner that made him feel like someone was using an ax to split it from the inside to outside. He grabbed it with both of his hands and started to complain.

"Damn this pain! The hell is going..." before he could finish his words. A stream of unknown memories started to flood his mind. After some time, the pain faded away. He then let go of his head and looked at a symbol token in his hand. It was a strange symbol of a red bird with a crown on its head.

"The Feng Family Clan, Huh! Interesting. Who would have thought I'd have a second chance at life? I Feng Yu will certainly reach the peak in this life if it's the last thing I do!" Feng Yu yelled excitedly while slowly picking himself up off the ground and fixing his clothing.

"Still, this poorly fated fellow surely has had it tough, to be betrayed by your best friends. Hmph! No matter, now that I've taken charge. You are me, and I am you. Your enemies are my enemies, so I will certainly make them pay!" Feng Yu said with a firm look on his pale face, his eyes gleamed with a sharp light sparking the fire of revenge.

In his previous life, Feng Yu was a martial arts expert that managed to cultivate to the peak of 'Warrior Realm.' Sadly, due to his imperfect constitution, he was unable to achieve any further breakthrough. And thus, he ended up having to risk his life adventuring into dangerous mystic realms as well as forbidden zones to seek chance. What a pity, the fortune that found him on his previous journey was death.

After stumbling upon an ancient formation and mistakenly activating it, the Mystic Realm Ruins exploded with a devastating blast, which not only destroyed his mortal form but also, sent his soul through various dimensions of time and space. The body he came to possess was also called Feng Yu, who was the only child of the leader of the Feng Clan in Machen Town called Feng Yunlong. A father that doted on his son despite his incompetence and laziness.

The Feng Yu of this world was always out chasing skirts and causing trouble lead by his friends Xiang Shu and Huan Shan. Because of this, his father became to be prone to stress as he began to worry about the successorship of the family. Still, he didn't try to force Feng Yu as he believed it to be a way of rebelling to fill the gap of a missing mother in his child life. In Feng Yu's early years his mother was said to have died of chronic Illness that no alchemist in the entire Machen Town could cure.

However, recently there was an announcement released by one of the Top Martial Schools in the Bright Flame Kingdom, the Sky Splitting Sword School. It announced that there would be an emissary visiting Machen Town in less than two months of time to hold a Talent Selection.

This news came as a shock to the Machen Town residents as this is the first time a selection will take place in such a remote area. For the prominent clans in Machen Town to ensure that their family descendants became selected, they began to direct all of their resources to the leading family descendants with the most talent.

A family expert checked Feng Yu's talent at his recent coming of age ceremony which showcased that he had a 'Top Tier Aura Pulse.' This discovery had shocked the Feng Family Clan to the point of Jubilant celebration! They invited all the prominent clans and held an event for two days.

However, a day after the event Feng Yu was called out by his best friends to go out drinking and partying. After an afternoon of idleness, they then brought him to a remote area where they violently beat and killed him. Thus, resulting in the switching of Feng Yu's souls.

"Hmm, my body's adaptability with the energies of heaven and earth is amazing, so this is what it feels like to have an Aura Pulse. I need to leave here and recuperate quickly, so I can start training it for both revenge and the nearing Talent Selection." Feng Yu said as he went outside of the shack and quickly made his way through the district during the foggy morning.

The slight cold of the morning was beginning to fade, after walking out of the district and approaching the central area, Feng Yu noticed that most shops were already up and running, while some others had also begun to quickly set up for business as people started to gather bit by bit. The citizens of Machen Town are used to the early activity, thus, the liveliness of the morning. Some individuals were even doing short exercises in open spaces.

One of the peddlers soon noticed Feng Yu passing by and quickly his excellent mood began to fade away.

"Chet! What's this troublemaker doing out so early? Could he have something planned today?" he said while trying to hide his most valuable stocks.

Another peddler overheard and looked up shock, quickly he moved to gather his valuables like his life depended on it.

The sudden commotion sparked a domino effect, and all peddlers began to complain secretly while on the surface acting business friendly.

Looking at their reactions, Feng Yu felt uncomfortable in his heart. "You know, this Young Master has done nothing wrong. Sigh..." he muttered silently. Sadly, however, this can't be helped, the previous Feng Yu was too much of a nuisance.

"Dammit! I've got to clear this shitty reputation soon." Feng Yu took a quick glance at them then no longer paid them any mind.

"Young master Yu! Out so early. What are you seeking to buy today?" A peddler worked up some courage to go forward in hopes of driving the evil spirit away.

"Nothing! I'm fine just heading home." Feng Yu quickly gestured at the peddler and made his way towards the north region.

"Am I dreaming, how could this brat not cause us any trouble in the morning?"

"I don't believe it! Maybe, that brat is planning to do something tonight."

"That's right! Sigh, we better clear out early today."

The peddlers didn't believe him and started making plans for the afternoon. Thankfully, Feng Yu didn't seem to overhear their following conversations.

On a large section in the northern region of Machen town. The Feng Clan Manor stood out imposingly with a large courtyard the size of two football fields, along with an arrangement of structures surrounding the main building. The gate was of medium-sized by this world's standard, on it the symbol of the Feng Family Clan being that of the Phoenix was hanged at the highest place, giving off an aura of ancient history and prestige.

The Feng Clan was a family of ancient history which had existed for countless eras. Sadly, due to the mark of time, it began to decline, which lead it to settle down here in Machen Town about a hundred years ago.

Noticing someone approaching the gate dressed in shabby clothing covered with dirt and dried up bloodstains, the guards that were on the lookout immediately acted.

"Halt! You are approaching the Feng residency, state your purpose for visiting or go back." one of the guards gestured at the figure threateningly while holding his sword.

"It's me Feng Yu, clear the path!" Feng Yu still feeling upset about the encounter with peddlers was apparently still in a bad mood, he shouted at the guards while showing the family token.

Hearing the familiar voice and seeing the token guard made way and let him through.

"Young master Yu, pardon my negligence!" he waved his hand and gate opened letting Feng Yu pass through it after which it closed once more.

After entering the residence, Feng Yu made his way to the main building from the courtyard, walking along the neatly tiled surface. Spirit orchard trees were paving a path towards the main building creating a magnificent scenery, while maids could be noticed cleaning the various areas of the courtyard and members of the family were scattered about on the practice fields training and doing other activities. noveltranslationweb.blogspot.com

No longer paying too much attention to the scenery, he quickly went into the main building and headed toward his room. Right when he was about to enter the room he heard a loud beckoning.

"Feng Yu! Get in here now!" The voice of Feng Yun long could be heard echoing even to the guards at the gate.

Feng Yu looked around the main room resting his gaze on a large door located at the end of the hallway. Feeling a bit awkward, he sighed while making his way towards the large door.

Dual Sword God

Author: ShadowsFinger
Xianxia 

Synopsis

In the Bright Flame Kingdom, there exists a small town known as Machen Town. A boy of age 15 called Feng Yu was beaten to death by the son of the Xiang Clan. Upon his death, a soul that seemed to have traveled through time and space quickly took over the body. It was the soul of a martial arts expert from another world also bearing the name of Feng Yu. Seeing that he has been given a second chance of life he decided to take his new identity and his family with him on his journey to the peak of martial arts. This is the story of the
Dual Sword God.

True Martial World - Chapter 20: Yi Yun’s suspicions

In the past two days, Yi Yun had been dedicating himself to practicing. Because of his injuries, both his hands were bandaged.

Yi Yun frequently sneaked out in the middle of the night, and this did not escape Jiang Xiaorou.

"Yun-er, what have you been doing these past few days? Also, what's wrong with your hands?"

Ever since Yi Yun's mother passed away, Jiang Xiaorou had taken up the responsibility of being Yi Yun's mother, taking care of him in every possible way.

Even when Yi Yun made a mistake, Jiang Xiaorou would not blame him, but stare at him till Yi Yun confessed his wrongdoings.

It was the same today.

Yi Yun had wanted to make the excuse of hurting himself when picking herbs, but under Jiang Xiaorou's watchful gaze, he hesitated before speaking the truth, "Sis Xiaorou, I've been practicing martial arts at night. The injuries on my hand were caused by my training." noveltranslationweb.blogspot.com

Jiang Xiaorou was stunned. Practicing martial arts?

"Yun-er, who did you learn martial arts from?"

"I secretly learned it,' said Yi Yun honestly.

Jiang Xiaorou's expression changed. Secretly learning the tribe's martial arts would be a crime. Also learning martial arts was no easy task. Even without herbs and meat, one needed to have a good meal. Yi Yun only ate gruel and wild vegetables daily. Where did he have the strength to train?

This could be a matter of life and death.

"Sis Xiaorou, do you believe me?" Yi Yun grabbed Jiang Xiaorou's hand while looking into her eyes seriously.

Jiang Xiaorou paused before nodding her head subconsciously.

"Well, if you believe me, don't ask any further. Sis Xiaorou, I'll lead you to a better life in the future!" Yi Yun said seriously. Jiang Xiaorou was the first person he met in this strange world, and she was the person who had cared for him with her life ever since.

He felt a sense of gratitude towards her. He wanted not only to change his own fate, but to also change Jiang Xiaorou's fate.

Jiang Xiaorou looked at Yi Yun in a daze while a thought rose in her mind–her brother has grown up.

He was no longer the child of old. The words he said were not to be treated as infant speak. He was working hard to match his objectives...

Yi Yun was slowly growing accustomed to the plain meals he had. Or it could be said; he had no choice but to do so.

Although the grain porridge tasted bad, Yi Yun would digest it immediately after having an increase in appetite. Without the Lian Clan Herb Mountain to support him, Yi Yun would have starved to death, not to mention breakthrough into the Vigor realm.

However, although the herbs could supplement the body's nutritional and energetic requirements, it was not enough to replace meals. The taste of the herbs was worse than grain porridge.

As the days passed, for a glutton like Yi Yun, it was a torture for him.

The only thing good in his life was Jiang Xiaorou's pickled vegetables.

It was sad to say that although Yi Yun was not considered rich on Earth, he had the opportunity to eat anything he wanted. But ever since he came to the strange world, he had not had a taste of meat. Pickled vegetables were now a delicacy.

However, Jiang Xiaorou's pickled vegetables were considered very delicious. For Jiang Xiaorou's family, pickled vegetables were considered an extravagance, as the village did not have any salt. All the salt had to be bought from the bigger tribes.

Much of the salt was provided to the warrior preparation camp. They used the salt to cure the meat, so only tiny amounts of salt were distributed to the commoners. It was mostly used to boil vegetable soup. Using it to make pickled vegetables was obviously an extravagant way of eating.

After a couple of days, all the herbs on the Lian Clan Herb Mountain were picked dry. Even with the Purple Crystal's guidance, even decent herbs couldn’t be found. To hand over the herbs, the villagers even uprooted the sprouts of the herbs.

"Having picked the entire herb mountain dry like that, without any consideration of the future. It seems the Lian tribal clan has gambled their all, and have given up on the land they stayed. All hope rested on Lian Chengyu. However, even if Lian Chengyu passes the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom's warrior selection, only a few people from the warrior preparation camp would benefit. It is likely that all the commoners would be abandoned..."

Yi Yun had mixed feelings. This was the way of living in the vast wilderness. There were limited resources; the strong obtained more resources while the weak were eliminated.

With the value of the herb mountain's value getting lower and lower, the Lian tribal clan's upper echelons stopped focusing on the herb mountain. All their attention and energies were placed on the refinement of the desolate bone.

This piece of desolate bone was of the highest importance. For this piece of desolate bone, the Lian tribal clan had placed all their bets on it

All their hopes were pinned on it.

Even Lian Chengyu had put in his all, his ambition, his hopes; his everything was now bet on this!

The refinement of the desolate bone required sixty days!

On the tenth day of the refinement process, something weird happened.

A few villagers in charge of the refinement of the desolate bone fell sick. It began with a cough and fever, but it soon broke out into diarrhoea, skin rashes and depression. The symptoms resembled typhoid.

In a small tribe in the vast wilderness, a common warrior with good physical fitness and strong physical resistance would be fine, but for the poor villagers, once ill, there was no such thing as a minor illness.

Because of their weak bodies and poor resistance, with the tribe only having one doctor who served the upper echelons, the poor was doomed to die from the cold ailment.

Yi Yun felt something was amiss when he heard the news.

Typhoid sounded like the cold, but it was actually a bacterial infection. Yi Yun wasn't sure if the typhoid in this strange world was the same as on Earth. But with so many ill, it had to be some type of communicable disease.

What Yi Yun couldn't figure out was that common infectious diseases usually spread through water or air. However the villagers who were refining the desolate bone were confined to the cauldron where the temperatures were extremely high!

Under sustained high temperatures and low humidity, most common bacteria would find it hard to survive. If there was an outbreak, it would be from others, not from the people refining the desolate bone?

Could it be a bacteria that spread easily under dry conditions?

Thinking of this, Yi Yun's heart sank. The matter of the villagers falling sick was not so simple!

With five people ill, the people of the Lian tribal clan and especially the rest of the people refining the desolate bones began to panic.

With them being there, they could contract the disease anytime.

Although life was tough, no one wanted to die.

Thankfully, the upper echelons of the Lian tribal clan did not brush the matter aside. The Patriarch came forward to calm the masses, and gave each of the ill a red pill.

The pill was the size of a longan, red like blood. According to the Patriarch, it was an extremely expensive herb obtained from refinement. Each pill was worth a fortune.

The Patriarch instructed the ill to swallow it down with warm water and that their illnesses would be cured after having the medicine. And the ill that ate the pill felt better on the first day. They felt energetic after a night's sleep. By the evening of the second day, they were no different from normal people.

On the third day, the ill were even livelier, better than before they fell ill.

Besides that, the Patriarch distributed a palm-sized piece of bacon to all the villagers who fell ill. This was meat, something these villagers had not seen for months. It was a great gift to them.

The poor cherished this piece of bacon and ate tiny amounts of it. Some of them gave it to their children, some to their wives.

The news that the Lian tribal clan distributed pills and bacon to the ill, spread like wildfire.

The people in suffering did it for the tribunal good, and worked even harder for the refinement of the desolate bones. Some even wished to fall ill themselves, for they would receive a pill that made them feel even more energetic, and obtain that piece of bacon.


Yi Yun frowned when the news reached him.

A pill that could cure the illness, and make them feel even better?

Although Yi Yun had no medical training, he knew that having such great effects after eating a pill must be something that stimulated the people, which would have strong side effects.

Examples were stimulants such as drugs and other prohibited drugs that could ignite a person's potential.

Yi Yun was especially sceptical about the higher echelons of the Lian tribal clan spreading the news of them handing out pills made of extremely precious herbs.

The Lian tribal clan could never be this generous. Besides, to be able to be generous, they had to have the precious herbs, and from Yi Yun's perspective, even the upper echelons of the Lian tribal clan were poor too. It was a situation of pot calling the kettle black between the upper echelons and plebeians. Also they had limited resources, and they had used it all on Lian Chengyu, how could they hand out herbs to the poor?

Yet another day, the Lian tribal clan distributed the herbal dregs. These herbal dregs were the remnants of what Lian Chengyu had finished using. It was for those who had refined the desolate bones with the goal of strengthening their bodies. Those who received the herbal dregs were naturally grateful.

True Martial World - Chapter 19: Vigor

 A human sized cauldron was set up on the Lian tribal clan grain-sunning ground. The large cauldron was filled with Li Fire water.

This Li Fire water was also bought from the big tribes and contained the power of fire within itself. It could reach a temperature of 500 degrees Celsius without boiling, so it was specially used for refining desolate bones.

The firewood that was stacked under the large cauldron was special. It was purple firewood. Its appearance was curvy; each log was like a dried old snake.

Although the purple firewood didn't look impressive, they were considered expensive. The purple firewood contained a special fire in it. Lit purple firewood could burn an entire day, boiling several big pots throughout the day.

The Lian tribal clan had prepared a long time for this day. Even so, they were reluctant to use the purple firewood. They only used one log a day.

With that, the fire began burning.

The purple firewood spewed deep purple flames, but remained very silent. The temperature of the flames were extremely high, enough to melt rock!

Under the purple flames, the cauldron of Li Fire water started boiling!

Presiding over the refinement of the desolate bones was the Lian tribal clan's Patriarch, who was Lian Chengyu's grandfather. Since it was a matter of great importance, he decided to do it personally.

"Lower the desolate bone!" The Patriarch ordered when the water reached a suitable temperature.

A few stout villagers carried a large wooden box, raised the desolate bone before dropping it into the large cauldron!

The Patriarch looked at the bubbles in the cauldron with a heavy expression.

Normally, the refinement of desolate bones was not something normal people could do.

People who specialized in refining desolate bones were known as Desolate Heaven Masters! A Desolate Heaven Master's standing was of the highest honors! 

They had the ability to purify the essence in the desolate bones, refining what many martial artists dreamed and vied for–desolate bone relic.

A common skeletal piece of desolate bone was thousands of kilograms. So although it was known that tremendous energy were stored in the bones, humans were still unable to consume the large amount of bones. Even if they did, it was hard to digest!

The energy within the desolate bones was not easily absorbed. Even consuming a large amount of desolate bones would have less than ten per cent efficiency.

But after the refinement from a Desolate Heaven Master into a desolate bone relic, it would be as small as a longan, or even as small as a bean. A rich person could easily eat seven to eight of those a day.

After being refined by a Desolate Heaven Master, the essence was easily absorbed. As long as a martial artist had reached a certain level, which would prevent his body from exploding from an overflow, then he would be able to digest a desolate bone relic eventually.

A Desolate Heaven Master who could refine high-level desolate beasts was a huge asset major powers scrambled to vie for!

Rumors said that the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom's Imperial Preceptor was a Desolate Heaven Master. The status and prestige he enjoyed was nothing an ordinary person could imagine.

In this world, there were several levels of desolate beasts. Some desolate beasts could turn over the seven seas and cut through mountains. These desolate beasts' bones were even harder to refine, impossible for a normal person!

It was rumored that a Desolate Heaven Master who had reached an unimaginable realm had set up a huge array to refine the bones of an ancient desolate beast–Purple Gold Chimera that took him twelve years!

To refine a piece of desolate bone for twelve years, coupled with the mysterious identity of the person made the legend even more charming.

It was said that the refinement caused a region with radius of a five hundred kilometers to turn into a desert. Even the Desolate Heaven Master had paid a price to refine the desolate bone relic.

It was unknown what the Purple Gold Chimera's relic was used for. Rumors were abound; some said it was used for saving someone.

As for whom it was used for, there were dozens of versions. Each version had its own speculations, such as the Desolate Heaven Master's daughter, his lover, his disciple, etc.

Such rumors only solidified the status of a Desolate Heaven Master in their minds. It was the reason why the legends were passed down with embellished details.

It was understandable since it was extremely difficult for the people to survive in the vast wilderness. To be able to worship such experts, even if they didn't know them, was extremely exciting just from the legends.

As for the Lian tribal clan, a small ant-like tribe could never hire a Desolate Heaven Master. Even the lowest level Desolate Heaven Master was someone they didn't dare to look at.

As such they could only use primitive methods to refine the desolate bone.

Thankfully, the price of the desolate bone they were refining was low. Even primitive methods could gather about 50-60% of the desolate bone essence.

That was enough for Lian Chengyu.

The refinement of the desolate bone proceeded day and night without stopping.

Especially at night, one could see the mysterious bright purple light from the purple firewood from an unobstructed spot in the village.

While the Lian tribal clan was busy refining the desolate bone, Yi Yun was not sitting idle. He was training day and night.

Few people visited the back mountain of the Lian tribal clan, so it was the ideal place for Yi Yun to cultivate himself.

It was already the fifth day Yi Yun practiced the 'Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist'.

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

Yi Yun's served out punches after punches. Each punch was accompanied by a bowstring twang, like a pulse.

Yi Yun destroyed tree after tree. Yi Yun's blood was circulating fast as he breathed in deeply. The blood vessels on his arms and fists protruded out.

"Ha!" Yi Yun roared and sent a punch to a boulder in front of him.

"Ka-cha!"

The boulder disintegrated. Yi Yun's tendons had reached its peak performance!

"Su Su Su!"

The birds in the forest scattered into the sky from the commotion.

As they flew off in a hurry, leaves that were loosened by the birds swayed down onto Yi Yun's face.

Yi Yun had a hearty feel. It was as if all the energy in his body had moved through his body. It was inexplicably refreshing!

Although he had not reached the stage of Surprise Bow Drops Flock with the Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist's eighteen stances, but to scare the birds from the trees was considerable progress.

Yi Yun's strength was still insufficient. He could only do about three hundred kilograms. If he were to reach the strength of several cauldrons, or even five thousand kilograms, then surprising the geese flock in the sky would not be impossible!

Although he only had 300 kilograms of strength, Yi Yun's Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain when hit out was much more than 300 kilograms!

The main crux of Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain, with the tendons as bowstring, was to store the potential energy before shooting out a punch. Such a punch would be five hundred kilograms in strength, more than capable of splitting a tiger's head. noveltranslationweb.blogspot.com

Yi Yun closed his eyes satisfactory. He felt the energy that moved through his body, giving him that immense comfort.

Unknowingly, Yi Yun's breathing started to become extremely long and gentle. The speed of the blood flow in his body also began to exhibit changes.

Oh, this is...

Yi Yun looked at both his hands. The protruded blood vessels had disappeared, while his breathing had become calm, his heart beat rate was much slower.

Yi Yun realized something and leaping onto his feet, he took a deep breath before spitting it out.

"Whew!"

A white gas flew forward like an arrow for a distance of six meters. A falling leaf was pierced before it spun out flying.

"Vigor realm! I've finally entered the realm of Vigor!"

A Vigor warrior took long breaths, had slow but strong heartbeats. The big difference from a Valiant warrior was a Vigor warrior's endurance He could carry on battling for a long time and could do long distance strikes.

For example, a squadron of Vigor warriors could travel a few hundreds of kilometers a day on the battlefield, completing a surprise attack from five hundred kilometers.

It was a natural breakthrough to the Vigor realm as Yi Yun's body had reached a certain level of training.

"Having come to this world, I've only really practiced martial arts for five days. I reached the second level of Mortal Blood in five days. This Mortal Blood realm is after all a martial artist's basic stage. The future levels are unknown. Also the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom's experts, what levels are they?"

With the Purple Card, the energy required for cultivating himself was not a problem. The problem lied in the need for a cultivation technique.

If he didn't have a technique to guide his cultivation, he would be like a chef with a bunch of good ingredients, but without any cooking skills. He would still not be able to cook up a good meal.

"Since I've entered the Vigor realm, let's try the third stance of 'Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist'."

Yi Yun said to himself as he saw eastern sky turn white. Seeing that, he raced down the hill.

On the way, he passed by the grain-sunning ground. He slowed down his footsteps.

Under the five-hundred-kilogram cauldron burned the purple fire violently. In a twenty meter radius stood a tall wooden fence, preventing any unrelated persons from closing in.

Because of the wooden fence, Yi Yun was not sure of the situation inside. However, he could feel the extreme heat of the fire from afar.

However despite the layers of heat, Yi Yun felt a vague chill residing in it.

Although the chill was not obvious, it was excruciating...

True Martial World - Chapter 18: If you cook any further, it will be overcooked

Soaking in the herbal liquid was excruciating and to protect his body, Lian Chengyu circulated his Yuan Qi through his body. Yet it was extremely painful, but thinking that he could one day enter the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom to learn the 'Tai Ah Sacred Technique' and become someone who lorded over the people, Lian Chengyu endured it further!

Lian Chengyu's willpower to become stronger was matchless.

A person with weaker willpower would have taken advantage of his status as a young master of the tribe to eat well and partake in debauchery. At best, he would be a distinguished young master, but he would have never match the stature Lian Chengyu enjoyed.

"Young Master Lian has great will!"

"Young Master Lian is like an iron man!"

"It's not possible for a normal person to soak in this boiling herbal liquid! Young Master Lian is a dragon amongst people!"

Seeing Lian Chengyu being boiled red like a lobster in the herbal liquid, the surrounding lackeys including Zhao Tiezhu started sucking up.

The way they spoke was unlike them for they usually used foul language. However, to suck up, they purposely chose to use big adjectives.

"Make the fire bigger!" Lian Chengyu shouted while gritting his teeth. It was extremely painful immersed in ninety degree Celsius liquid. Veins protruded on Lian Chengyu's forehead, while his skin turned red while they stretched and curled.

Under such a condition, if one were to label Lian Chengyu as a "dragon amongst people", he was at best be related to a lobster (lobster in Chinese is literally dragon shrimp).

He was indeed at his limits, but the effects of the herbal liquid were weaker than he expected! How could that be?

"Make the fire bigger?" The lackeys looked each other in the eye, full of admiration of Lian Chengyu.

"F**k! Young Master Lian said to make the fire bigger, what are you idling for? Why? Do you think Young Master Lian cannot bear it? Young Master Lian's willpower and ability is not something you can fathom!"

Zhao Tiezhu was more senior, so he gave his subordinates a lesson.

After reprimanding them, he moved the large pile of timber into the stove himself. The fire cracked as the flames grew bigger.

Seeing Lian Chengyu reaching a key moment in his cultivation progress, Zhao Tiezhu purposely took a large fan to fan at the flames.

The fire was so large that the flames were about to burn Lian Chengyu's hair.

"Young Master Lian, do you feel good?" smiled Zhao Tiezhu excitedly.

Lian Chengyu could no longer say a word. He had gritted his teeth so tight to the point of his teeth chipping. Besides his tightly clenched fists, his skin was boiled to the point of cracking. Yet, he did not obtain the desired effect.

"What happened?" Lian Chengyu thought angrily. Under Zhao Tiezhu's special treatment, his body was about to melt.

Human skin would shrink under high heat to the point of cracking. This phenomenon was appearing on Lian Chengyu's body!

But Lian Chengyu couldn't care less. He was considering the scary possibility in the deep recesses of his mind. It was a fear that choked him.

Having reached such a high level of training and being one step away from the Purple Blood realm, Lian Chengyu was very sensitive to every development in his body.

He knew that he was immersed in a pot of high-grade herbs but his heartbeat rate had not increased. His body had been polished, but the results were not evident.

He could not absorb much from a tank filled with good herbs!

Lian Chengyu had realized that he might have reached the point of a "bottleneck"!

Lian Chengyu had heard from his master, Yao Yuan that when martial artists practiced martial arts, they were prone to hit bottlenecks, especially when they were about to break through to a new level. Some people could be stuck with their bottlenecks for life!

The martial way was without end. In the long path of practicing the arts, one had to continuously break through to new realms. A bottleneck would eventually happen, but Lian Chengyu could never believe that he faced his first bottleneck when breaking through to the Purple Blood realm.

He could not accept it!

He was a favored child of the Heavens, a golden dragon trapped in shallow waters. He just needed a tiny amount of stimulus to soar into the sky!

How could a mere Purple Blood realm be his bottleneck! !

He couldn't believe it!

"More fire!" Lian Chengyu was struggling with all his might as he shouted angrily.

"More...even more fire?" Zhao Tiezhu began to feel something was amiss. He saw the skin on Lian Chengyu's arms and legs split apart. There was no need for him to be cooked to such a state. noveltranslationweb.blogspot.com

"Young...Young Master, if you cook any further...it will be overcooked..." the bunch of lackeys said hesitantly.

"I want more fire!" Lian Chengyu roared as loud as an angered lion.

Zhao Tiezhu could only obey by fanning the flames with his subordinates.

The flames grew stronger. The herbs in the liquid bubbled. The pot of herbs had boiled!

Even Lian Chengyu had trouble staying within the boiling water. Besides, his body had not been able to absorb much of the herbal essence. He finally roared with his Yuan Qi exploding out of his body.

"Boom!" The herb tank exploded, scattering the burning hot liquid!

"Ouch!"

The surround lackeys immediately yelled in pain from the scalding.

Thankfully they were all clothed. Although it was scalding hot, the temperature had already decreased tremendously after landing on their clothes. Besides, they had thick skin to endure the burns.

It was too f**king hot.

However, these lackeys were masters at sucking up. They knew that Lian Chengyu would become a warrior of the kingdom, and could be a Tai Ah Divine Kingdom Knight one day. If they sucked up to Lian Chengyu, they would have a thriving future.

Hence, including Zhao Tiezhu, several lackeys ignored their burns and prostrated on the ground shouting, "Congratulations to Young Master Lian for his mastery!"

The scene of Lian Chengyu exploding the herb tank was impressive. Zhao Tiezhu and the others misunderstood it as Lian Chengyu having broken through. They didn't waste time sucking up!

But...the jolly laughter of Lian Chengyu and him awarding them did not happen. On the contrary, Lian Chengyu's body was all red. His flesh had already cracked, making him look extremely ferocious.

"Scram!" An extremely angry Lian Chengyu kicked Zhao Tiezhu and the other lackeys, sending them tumbling.

Zhao Tiezhu was dumbfounded from the kick. He did not dare make a sound even though his butt hurt tremendously. He had no clue what had happened.

"All of you scram!" Lian Chengyu shouted loudly. The lackeys were scared stiff and hurriedly ran off.

Suddenly Lian Chengyu raised his hand, "Come back!"

Lian Chengyu's gaze was cold, "Show me the herbal dregs!"

"Yes, yes!"

The lackeys did not mutter a word. They scrambled away and brought back the herbal dregs without a word.

Lian Chengyu rummaged through the herb dregs, and questioned the brewing process. His face turned increasingly ugly.

There was no problem with the herbal dregs. There were plenty of good herbs used in it. In fact, even a physician from a large tribe would not be able to tell. Who could have thought that someone had the ability to absorb all of the herbal essence without the secret process of brewing?

After seeing the herbal dregs, Lian Chengyu confirmed that he had met his bottleneck!

"Damn it!" Lian Chengyu smashed his fist into the wall!

He had shown talent in martial arts since young. Yao Yuan had previously said that he would be among the best even in a large tribe.

The problem wasn't because of his body; it was because of this Lian tribal clan!

"The herbs the tribe gave me were too weak! The talented young in the large tribal clans soak in herbs from young. They eat desolate bones for meals. How could I compare with them!"

Lian Chengyu gripped his fists. He hated his circumstances. He hated that he was not born in a rich family, but in this desolate place.

"This poor Lian tribal clan has obstructed and delayed me seventeen years of my time! If I were born in the royal family of the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom, I would have longed reached the Purple Blood realm, or an even higher realm...and might even vie for the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom's royal throne!"

Having thought this, he could no longer stand by the Lian tribal clan. He hated the Lian tribal clan; all of the resources of the Lian tribal clan were not enough for his grooming!

Why couldn't I be born in the imperial family?

Why couldn't I enjoy all of that!

Their starting point was somewhere my Lian clan could not even see! Yet, I am climbing up like a dog! I hate it!

"Come!" Lian Chengyu shouted. Zhao Tiezhu didn't dare to be any slower and ran towards Lian Chengyu without a sound.

"Pass my order. Set up the cauldron, and gather the fit men in the village to begin refining the desolate bones!"

Zhao Tiezhu's heart jumped. It was finally beginning. It was supposed to be a couple days later. "About the herbs..."

"Keep picking!" Lian Chengyu's voice was indifferent. The Lian Clan Herb Mountain was the most valuable possession of the Lian tribal clan, and the picking of herbs was always regulated to prevent over-harvesting.

But now, Lian Chengyu was prepared to leave the Lian tribal clan in a few months. The Lian Clan Herb Mountain was no longer of value to him, so he was willing to squeeze everything from it.

Being stifled by the bottleneck, the herbs did little for him, but it was better than nothing.

As for the desolate bones...now was the time for the desolate bones to aid him in breaking through the bottleneck…

True Martial World - Chapter 17: Tendons like bowstrings

While the Lian tribal clan was brewing the herbal medicine, Yi Yun had secretly come to the back of the Lian Clan Herb Mountain.

Facing the moonlight, Yi Yun stood on a boulder like a pine tree.

Yi Yun had previously used the opportunity to absorb large amounts of herbal essence using the Purple Crystal when Zhao Tiezhu was collecting the herbs.

Now the herbal essence was surging through his body like a firestorm!

The best way to absorb the herbal essence was to cultivate. During the cultivation process, he would digest the herbal essence and train up his body!

Yi Yun slowly straightened his left foot, with his left hand grabbing his left ankle. With his right knee bent, his body bent like a bow.

This was the 'Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain' stance. Yi Yun had secretly learned the first six stances of the 'Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist' and he was able to gesture it accurately.

'Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain' crux was to tighten the body's tendons. Yi Yun kept pulling his body till it hurt before punching with a roar!

"Ka-cha!"

Yi Yun had punched through a small tree in front of him!

However such a result was not satisfactory for Yi Yun. He didn't want the power from the fist, but to be able to push his tendons to their maximum.  noveltranslationweb.blogspot.com

In the five levels of Mortal Blood, the first three levels, Valiant, Vigor and Thunderous were simply a measure of the martial artist's body conditions. Through continuous training of the flesh, organs and bones, the body's hidden potential will be revealed, resulting in the realm of Vigor and Thunderous. It was all a natural process and not something one could aim for.

Yi Yun understood that by mastering 'Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist', he would have no problems reaching the fifth level of Mortal Blood. Because based on what Yao Yuan said, 'Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist' was a basic technique that even a Purple Blood realm person could employ to great effect.

"Ka-cha!"

A clear snap. Yi Yun broke a thin pinetree with the thickness of a fully grown leg. His fists were bruised, but it didn’t matter. The herbal essence that the Purple Crystal absorbed were gathering in Yi Yun's body, slowly spreading, becoming part of Yi Yun's strength.

Yi Yun loosened his fists before clenching his fists again!

Yi Yun practiced "The Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain" stance for the umpteenth time. Yi Yun's muscles was like a young tree sprout being watered, growing and thriving.

Yi Yun had trained from midnight to daybreak!

Despite the intense training, the Purple Crystal which had absorbed large amounts of herbal essence supplemented Yi Yun with the energy, causing him to be radiant and awake.

Yi Yun gave his all for every 'Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain' stance. His tendons were pulled to their extremes every time!

Such intense training was also demanding on Yi Yun.

His body was sore. Besides the soreness, his body had already expended all the herbal essence he had previously absorbed. The essence had blended into Yi Yun's flesh and blood. Yi Yun's tendons were repeatedly pulled, slowly making them more resilient.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Yi Yun did not know how many punches he had thrown. Because it was physically demanding, Yi Yun's eyesight became blurry. His perception deteriorated but the pain from his punches and the pulsing feeling from the pull of tendons were extremely clear!

Yi Yun entered a wonderful state. It was without distractions, a state of semi-consciousness.

He had forgotten everything. The only thing he could remember was his body's tendons. Imperceptibly, Yi Yun had formed a mind map of his tendons and muscles. It was a magical feeling. noveltranslationweb.blogspot.com

In this state of selfless training, Yi Yun could 'see' his meridians.

Sweat rained down and his fists bled.

The sweat had misted his eyes while he heard the faint whistling of the wind. Yi Yun only felt an intense pressure in front of him.

In that second, Yi Yun managed to conjure a strength of unknown origins. He roared as his tendons were pulled to their extremes before shooting out a punch!

"Peng!"

Yi Yun's practice had uprooted the pine tree, scattering the wood!

Amidst the flying sawdust, Yi Yun's body had clearly made a soft 'Peng!' sound.

Although it wasn't loud, it was extremely crisp. Just like the twang of a bowstring, it was especially clear in the wide open night sky.

Tendons like bowstrings. So this is tendons like bowstrings...

Yi Yun fell onto the ground staring at the sky with his arms wide open.

That last punch had used up all of his energy!

Yi Yun breathed in deeply. His right fist was mangled red with blood, but the pain made him even more excited!

He knew that he had made small progress towards his 'Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain'!

This night was the first time he had practiced martial arts in his life. He was practicing the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom's top technique–'Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist'. The twang of a bowstring using his tendons from 'Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain' move was something only a person with Mortal Blood level three, Thunderous, could produce.

But Yi Yun had managed to do it. Although it was soft, he was after all still in the realm of Valiant. He was also only twelve, his bones and muscles were incomparable to an adult's.

The results were not something any member of the warrior preparation camp could match. He had even exceeded Lian Chengyu's Valiant level from the past.

...

Yi Yun did not have a night's sleep, but so did the old man responsible for brewing the herbs in the Lian tribe drug room!

It took an entire night to brew the pot of herbs. Even the stones propping the pot up were red hot.

At dawn, a few strongmen came to pour out a large amount of black liquid from the pot.

This was the entire pot's essence.

"Hmm...these herbs are the best this time. We could still brew it another three times or so. Although it will be less effective, it's still extremely precious. You guys can use it to shower. The herbal dregs will be left for the commoners. It will be needed when the desolate bones are refined!"

The Lian tribal clan's imperfect brewing techniques could only obtain 20% of the herbs' essence. This was their limit.

And Lian Chengyu could only absorb half of the herbal essence obtained by the tribe through soaking.

Which was to say, Lian Chengyu could only absorb 10% of the herbal essence.

The ratio may sound low, but it was understandable. A normal person was unable to absorb a large percentage of the food they ate, not to mention herbs that were a hundred times harder to absorb.

The bucket of black herbal liquid was sent into Lian Chengyu's isolation chamber.

Lian Chengyu had already heard that valuable herbs like Dan Guo, wild ginseng, Black Fungus and licorice were in that pot of herbs!

Lian Chengyu's cultivation had reached to the point of breakthrough. He was most in need of the herbs to enrich himself.

"Good! Good! It came just in time!"

Lian Chengyu looked at the black herbal liquid with a face full of excitement.

He disrobed and jumped into the hot liquid naked.

The temperature was above ninety degree celsius, sufficient to cook any meat. Even a Mortal Blood fifth level like Lian Chengyu felt pain all over his body.

But this temperature was the optimal temperature for absorbing the herbal essence. Such hot water could open up the pores and let the herbal liquid enter the warrior's body through his pores.

True Martial World - Chapter 16: Leave some soup for Lian Chengyu

"Hand in your herbs! Hand in your herbs!"

As it grew dark, Zhao Tiezhu started shouting at the village entrance.

Five members from the warrior preparation camp had set up a long table. On the table sat five circular pans.

These pans were woven from bamboo, and they were usually used for sunning dates or herbs.

Three of the five pans were already filled.

People lined up to hand in the herbs they picked. A long-bearded elder identified each herb's age and rarity. He used a small scale to weigh the herbs before recording it down.

When it was Yi Yun and Jiang Xiaorou's turn, Yi Yun slowly handed his harvest over.

The bearded old man took a look and his eyes lit up, "Dan Guo! Black Fungus! Liquorice root! Wild Ginseng! These are good herbs!"

The elder looked at these expensive herbs as if they were his babies, and started stroking them the moment they entered his hands.

Yi Yun stood by the side and heaved a sigh of relief. This old man may be a herb expert, but he was unable to tell that the herbal essence had long been sucked dry by the Purple Crystal.

This was understandable. The herbs that were sucked dry by the Purple Crystal did not look any different from a recently picked herb.

"Hehe, kid you sure got lucky. You can keep your rations today!"

Zhao Tiezhu was very pleased seeing the herbs.

They were in charge of collecting the herbs, and they would received rewards from Lian Chengyu if the quality was high!

When Lian Chengyu began his meteoric rise in the future, his lackeys would have something to gain. He could enter the big city, and might even get a job in the city!

"I acknowledge the fact that you are a suitable medicine boy who possesses the natural talent to pick herbs. For me to send you picking herbs was due to my foresight, matching you to your best potential!" noveltranslationweb.blogspot.com

"Surviving your previous accident has improved your herb picking skills. According to this standard, hand in another ounce of herbs tomorrow!" said Zhao Tiezhu as he smiled casually.

"What!?"

Jiang Xiaorou was enraged. Picking 16 oz of herbs was already extremely difficult, yet Zhao Tiezhu added more!

Jiang Xiaorou knew Yi Yun's herb picking speed was fast, and a tiny bit more would not matter to him. But knowing Zhao Tiezhu, it would be him "taking a yard when they gave him an inch". An accident would eventually happen!

"Warrior Zhao, you must be joking. These herbs were picked extremely arduously from my hard work all day. It's my all."

Yi Yun's intonation was extremely slow. As he moved his lips, his eyes were glancing at the three pans filled with herbs.

A layer of light dots had begun floating on the surface of the three pans.

These light dots were obviously drawn out by the Purple Crystal. They were like fireflies in the night, and floated slowly to Yi Yun.

An unnoticeable smile suffused on Yi Yun's face. The Purple Crystal needed some time to absorb the herbal essence. Zhao Tiezhu's bullshit was to Yi Yun's delight.

"Damn it You think I'm negotiating with you!?" Zhao Tiezhu slammed the table, giving the bearded old man a shock.

"You cheap folk only know how to eat. It's rare that there's something you trash could be used for, and here you are coming up with all sorts of excuses! The Lian tribe doesn't rear freeloaders. The people either be warriors, or do honest labor work! Hand over one more ounce of herbs tomorrow. Scram!"

Being scolded in the face by Zhao Tiezhu, Yi Yun's face scrunched up and his body froze.

The people around him understood that for a twelve year old child to be scolded so harshly in public, it would be an extreme blow for Yi Yun.

Zhao Tiezhu saw Yi Yun's face turn white. He wanted to tease further.

Jiang Xiaorou could not bear it anymore before pulling Yi Yun away. However, Yi Yun's feet were rooted in the ground and was immovable. It was as if he had turned to stone from Zhao Tiezhu's harsh words.

"I'm almost done absorbing...If I were to absorb anymore, Lian Chengyu will be suspicious."

Yi Yun was unfazed by Zhao Tiezhu. He was treating his words as a mad dog's barking. He was only concentrating on how much herbal essence he should absorb.

"Absorbing about 80% would do. I need to leave some soup for Lian Chengyu. Even a fool would be able to spot something amiss if such a large amount of herbs lacked any herbal essence."

Yi Yun could not go into conflict with the upper echelons of the Lian tribal clan. He may be able to get rid of Zhao Tiezhu, but he was still no match for people like the Patriarch or Lian Chengyu.

The herbal essence absorbed by the Purple Crystal quickly entered his bloodstream, circulating through Yi Yun's body, warming his channels. His body grew warmer and his face turned a hearty pink.

Yi Yun felt his body light with euphoria.

Yi Yun's appearance looked pathetic to the crowd. His face was red, and his limbs were limp. It must have been a result of Zhao Tiezhu's reprimanding.

"Poor kid. He's so young. He's being singled out because he opposed Zhao Tiezhu on the day of the ration distributions"

"This kid sure has a bitter life. His mother died shortly after they arrived in the Lian tribe. He's weak and prone to illnesses. He has no strength, he won't be able to resist Zhao Tiezhu."

"What's up with the people from the warrior preparation camp using the village. You guys think Young Master Lian Chengyu will really bring us into the city?"

"Shh, don't speak nonsense. If the people from the warrior preparation camp hear it, you'll be in shit luck!"

"I think this kid will get fixed to death sooner or later..."

It was common for people to fall to their deaths when picking herbs up in the mountains. The more expensive a herb, the higher it was. Yi Yun must have climbed up high, risking his life to hand over such high grade herbs. He was doomed to fall to his death going forward.

But so what if someone died in the Lian tribal clan? The lives of the people here were worthless.

...

Late at night, the moon hung in the sky like a silver hook.

In the Lian Patriarch's drug room, a few men were fanning the flames made from a large pile of timber under a big pot.

A few old men from the drug room were carefully arranging the herbs. They began brewing the herbal medicine made of several combinations of herbs and supplementary drugs.

The supplement drugs and heat were passed down confidentially in the Lian tribal clan. It was not to be known to the commoners. For if they knew how, they could secretly pick herbs and brew it for themselves.

The upper echelons of the Lian tribal clan felt that using herbs on the commoners was the same as using good grain to feed the pigs. It was useless.

Even the members of the warrior preparation camp did not have a chance to soak their body in herbs.

The herbal stew that was meticulously brewed was meant for Lian Chengyu.

"Good! Good! You did well this time. There were several good herbs collected!"

The Patriarch was very satisfied after looking at the herb roster.

"This is expected of little me," said Zhao Tiezhu nodded with a fawning smile. "It was ordered by the Patriarch and it concerns the future of Young Master Lian, little me would never dare to fail to comply. The moment I left the training grounds, little me ran to the herb mountain to supervise the picking of herbs. Even the cowardly ones had to climb up the cliffs. As such we had good luck finding the Black Fungus and Dan Guo."

Zhao Tiezhu took all the credit from Yi Yun.

"Not bad! You worked hard. Go to the warehouse and collect a catty of meat," the Patriarch patted Zhao Tiezhu on his shoulders.

"Thank you Patriarch!" said Zhao Tiezhu happily.

"Yes, do well. When Chengyu becomes a kingdom warrior, he will be in need of errand runners. If you are wise, you can get the appreciation of Chengyu. If you can be by his side, when Chengyu soars, you will definitely reap some of the benefits."

"Patriarch, thank you for your kind words!" Zhao Tiezhu knelt down kowtowing. He was inexplicably excited.

That kid Yi Yun was his lucky star. He didn't expect that little minion to be that good at picking herbs. In the future, he'd give him benefits like a tiny bit of herbal dreg and some rations. That poor kid would be so thankful receiving that tiny amount and would do everything as his slave horse!

Zhao Tiezhu walked off as he dreamed of his bright future in which he commanded the masses in the big city.