Chapter 11

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Chapter 11: The Visitor

After the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Wang Yu felt his head grow heavy, and he uncontrollably opened his eyes, stopping his practice.

"Not bad, not bad! For your first practice, lasting this long is impressive, only slightly less than Qingfeng. Remember, Breathing Exercises Spirit Qi will consume your divine sense energy. If you don’t have enough divine sense, you won’t be able to sense the Spirit Qi of the world, and you won’t be able to continue practicing. With the strength of your divine sense now, practicing for the time it takes to burn one stick of incense each day is the limit. Continuing beyond that won’t yield much effect; wait until tomorrow when your divine sense is restored before practicing again," Taoist Chongyun said with a smile when he saw Wang Yu finish his practice.

"Master, how long did Senior Brother Qingfeng practice for the first time?" Wang Yu rubbed his head, feeling dazed and unable to sense the surrounding Spirit Qi, and asked with a grin.

"Qingfeng’s first practice lasted only one-third longer than yours. However, once your bloodline is fully awakened, you should be able to breathe exercises for a longer time. Even though you have awakened a physical bloodline, it will still be somewhat beneficial for your divine sense," the Taoist thought for a moment before replying.

"I see. I wonder how much longer it will take for me to fully awaken the ‘Iron Eating Crocodile’ bloodline," Wang Yu asked cautiously.

"As long as you keep taking Blood Refining Soup, and once I find a Body Forging Technique for you, it shouldn’t take too long. From now on, come here every three days to drink a bowl of Blood Refining Soup, and do Breathing Exercises to absorb the Spirit Qi for the time it takes to burn one stick of incense every day. With your talent, you should be able to break through to the second layer of Yin Water Skill in about a year," the Taoist said slowly.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master. I shall take my leave now," Wang Yu said, feeling his head grow increasingly heavy, and had to take his leave.

"Yes, your condition indeed makes it unsuitable to stay here any longer. Go back and rest. Also, when you start to feel the effects of the Blood Refining Soup, don’t be too surprised. Practice the Splitting Wind Sword Technique more; it should yield some results. Furthermore, for now, don’t focus on visualizing the Cloud Pattern from the White Cloud Sutra; save your energy to practice the Yin Water Skill," the Taoist advised meaningfully at the end.

Wang Yu nodded and walked out of the quiet room.

On the way back, he saw Dongyue cleaning the square. As soon as she saw Wang Yu come out of the main hall, she rushed over with her broom.

"Qiu Ye, I heard from Elder Martial Brother that the Temple Master has accepted you as an official disciple. Is it true?" the chubby boy asked in a low voice.

"Yes, the Temple Master accepted me yesterday. Elder Martial Brother must have told you," Wang Yu replied with a smile.

"Yes, Elder Martial Brother said that you only need to focus on practicing now and don’t have to clean the temple anymore. Congratulations, junior brother! Since the Temple Master has taken you as a student, he will teach you spells sooner or later. Oh, it’s a pity I have no Spiritual Sensing and can’t join his school. If I could learn even a little, I could also become an Immortal Master," Dongyue said, pounding her chest in frustration.

"Martial Brother Dongyue knows about Spiritual Sensing and spells too?" Wang Yu blinked in surprise.

"Of course! Otherwise, my family in Yellow Stone City wouldn’t be well-off enough to donate so much money to such a distant place. It’s a pity I have no talent. Even if I could just be a little attendant at White Cloud Temple, it would connect my family to the Temple Master, and this money wouldn’t be wasted," Dongyue said, rolling her eyes.

Wang Yu listened, feeling a bit speechless.

After agreeing that he would show her his spells as soon as he learned them, he returned to his home under Dongyue’s envious gaze.

In the evening, in the Martial Arts Field behind the temple.

Wang Yu held a wooden sword, his face bright red as he practiced the Splitting Wind Sword Technique, each move creating a whooshing sound.

At this moment, he felt as if his blood was on fire, full of energy. Many moves that he could not do before were now easy for him, and he quickly performed the first seven moves of the Splitting Wind Sword Technique over and over. The moves became faster and more skilled, and he was completely focused on practicing his sword techniques, completely forgetting the passage of time.

The next morning, on the grass beside the Martial Arts Field, Wang Yu slowly woke up holding a wooden sword, realizing that he had unknowingly practiced for most of the night, yet his body had no soreness or discomfort.

This surprised him greatly, and after thinking for a moment, he walked back to the Martial Arts Field. He held the wooden sword in front of him, slightly bent his body, and suddenly launched forward. With a whoosh, the wooden sword shot out like a shadow towards a nearby small tree.

"Bang"

The tip of the sword broke apart on the small tree, leaving only a shallow little hole in the trunk.

Wang Yu stood in front of the tree, holding the sword with one hand in a piercing position, completely still, feeling both surprised and happy inside.

This strike was imitating the day when Taoist Chongyun pierced the small tree with his sword. Now, it seemed far from comparable, but he felt that if he continued to practice, reaching the level of Taoist Chongyun’s sword one day was not impossible.

I don’t know if it’s the effect of the Blood Refining Soup or if it’s because he has awakened his physical bloodline, but last night while practicing sword techniques, he felt incredibly energetic. His body was as agile and coordinated as if he were a different person. When practicing the Splitting Wind Sword Technique, it felt effortless, as if supported by a divine force, and in just one night, he mastered the first seven moves.

Moreover, he now has great strength. Each sword move he executed was quick and fierce, something an ordinary person could never achieve.

Unfortunately, he wouldn’t be able to stay in this world for much longer, so no matter how well he practiced the sword techniques, they wouldn’t be of much use.

Wang Yu felt a deep sense of regret thinking about this.

So, in the following days, Wang Yu either practiced his Yin Water Skill with Breathing Exercises or danced with the Splitting Wind Sword Technique every day. When he ate porridge, he would have some Medicine Whip meat, and every three days, he would visit the Taoist to have a bowl of Blood Refining Soup while listening to the Taoist explain some of his confusion about training.

It seemed that because he had already awakened half of his bloodline, the effect of the medicinal meat quickly became negligible. However, the Blood Refining Soup still had an amazing effect. Each time he drank it, he could feel his body getting stronger, and he grew a little taller. The more he practiced the Splitting Wind Sword Technique, the more skilled he became, and he even learned the last six moves of the Splitting Wind Sword Technique from the Taoist.

The Taoist still showed no intention of teaching him spells.

According to him, most of the Spirit Qi absorbed in the first layer of the Yin Water Skill is used to nurture the Spirit Seed. Only a small amount can be converted into magical power, which is why he cannot learn spells right now. He must first cultivate the Yin Water Skill to the second layer and accumulate a certain amount of magical power before he can barely learn a beginner’s magic trick.

Wang Yu also learned from Taoist Chongyun that Qingfeng had already cultivated the Yin Water Skill to the third layer and had successfully condensed his Spiritual Root. As long as he perfected this layer of skills, he would be able to advance to the fourth layer of Qi cultivation and become a true cultivator.

As for how far the Taoist had practiced the Yin Water Skill, he did not reveal even a little, and naturally, Wang Yu did not have the courage to ask.

However, with some coaxing from him, Qingfeng told him that the Yin Water Skill had a total of twelve levels and even showed him a magic trick called "Firefly." Surprisingly, after chanting a spell, a small flame appeared on his finger, which made Wang Yu feel quite disappointed.

Since Dongyue learned that he had become a disciple of Taoist Chongyun, he became even more enthusiastic. Not only did he forcefully give Wang Yu all the remaining Medicinal Whip meat, but he also patted his chest and assured him that he would take care of all the medicinal meat he would need in the future, which made Wang Yu feel a bit embarrassed.

Just like that, ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

One afternoon, Wang Yu went, as usual, to the quiet room behind the main hall to find Taoist Chongyun, but as soon as he walked in, he found his master entertaining a visitor, a middle-aged man in a yellow robe with a white face.

This man seemed to be arguing with Taoist Chongyun about something, his expression slightly agitated, but as soon as he saw someone come in, he immediately fell silent and instead looked at the young boy with surprise, asking, "Taoist Friend Chongyun, is this your new disciple?"

"Qiu Ye, come here and meet him; this is your Martial Uncle Huang," Taoist Chongyun said calmly.

"Greetings, Martial Uncle Huang," Wang Yu suppressed his curiosity and hurriedly bowed in greeting.

"Since Taoist Friend Chongyun already has Qingfeng as a nephew, it’s surprising he would take on a disciple now. It seems Qiu Ye must have some exceptional qualities," the man in the yellow robe waved his hand to the boy and asked with surprise.

"Well, Qiu Ye indeed has good talent, but it is also fate that brought him to me. Taoist Friend Huang, did you bring what I asked for?" The Taoist seemed unwilling to talk more about Wang Yu and casually replied before asking back.

"Of course I brought it. This item should meet your needs. But really, are you not thinking about what I said before? What our Huang family promised is definitely true, I can guarantee that." The man in the yellow robe took out a wooden box from his pocket and handed it to Taoist Chongyun, unable to help but persuade him.

"As for joining the Huang family, let’s forget it. I have become accustomed to a leisurely life and just want to cultivate myself here." The Taoist shook his head and replied.

"Ah, since Taoist Friend Chongyun is unwilling to accept, then forget it. But your agreement with our Huang family still stands. I have many matters in Yellow Stone City, so I will take my leave now." The man in the yellow robe sighed, reluctantly saying his farewell before turning to leave the room.

Taoist Chongyun held the wooden box in one hand, expressionless as he watched the man in the yellow robe leave, remaining silent for a while.

Wang Yu, listening nearby, was completely confused and did not dare to speak up.

"Come here, let me see your progress in cultivation during this time," the Taoist suddenly commanded Wang Yu.

"Yes, Master," Wang Yu quickly stepped forward and walked over.

The Taoist pressed one palm against the boy’s abdomen, and a cool sensation rushed into his Dantian, but after circling around, it quickly returned to the Taoist’s palm.

"The Spirit Seed only grew a little. At the current rate, if we can’t increase the daily amount of Spirit Qi from Breathing Exercises, it might take over a year to break through the first level of the Yin Water Skill. With the current situation, it seems like we might run out of time," the master said with a furrowed brow.

"Master, what do you mean by running out of time?" Wang Yu couldn’t help but ask.

"It means we are running out of time. You should aim to break through to the second level of the Yin Water Skill within six months and learn some magic tricks to have basic self-defense skills. Come with me," the master said after thinking for a moment and seemed to make a decision, putting the wooden box into his robe and motioning for the boy to follow.