Chapter 755

Chapter 755: Conversation

In the early morning, within the small courtyard,

Wang Chen stood barefoot on the cold stone slabs, his upper body bare and clad only in a pair of shorts.

He meticulously practiced the body cultivation techniques from the Heavenly Dragon Vajra True Method, executing each move with precision.

The core principle of this Buddhist sect’s body refinement technique was to strengthen the exterior and nourish the interior, cultivating Qi and blood, which harmonized perfectly with the martial arts of this world.

As he continuously circulated his Qi and blood, his muscles rhythmically contracted and expanded, the sinews beneath his bronze skin twisting in an orderly fashion, gradually unlocking his potential.

Beads of glistening sweat seeped from his pores, as if a layer of shimmering oil had been applied to his skin, faintly radiating an alluring glow.

However, the sweat did not linger long on his body surface, quickly evaporating due to the heat emanating from within him.

After completing a full cycle of his practice, Wang Chen exhaled deeply.

A white mist shot from his mouth like a sharp arrow, traveling ten paces forward.

This was a hallmark of the Heavenly Dragon Vajra True Method, signifying its profound effect on his internal organs!

Wang Chen was quite satisfied with his cultivation progress.

But he knew he could go even further.

He rubbed his stomach, and immediately, a thunderous growl erupted from his abdomen.

Wang Chen shook his head helplessly, fetched a bucket of well water to rinse off quickly, and then donned his outer clothes to prepare breakfast in the kitchen.

As his strength grew, so did his appetite.

Ordinary food could no longer satisfy Wang Chen’s cultivation needs; the mountain yams commonly eaten by the villagers of Little Stone Village were like mere scraps to him.

The kitchen was filled with a rich, aromatic scent.

On the stove, a large pot of pig stomach soup had been simmering for over an hour!

Though it wasn’t fully cooked yet, Wang Chen couldn’t wait and lifted the scalding jar directly from the stove.

The heat was nothing to him.

He lifted the lid and inhaled deeply, the fragrant aroma making his mouth water and his stomach growl with hunger!

The pig stomach soup was seasoned with salt and sand ginger, the latter being a rare spice perfect for removing the gamey taste of meat.

Wang Chen had stumbled upon two pieces of old ginger near the stove; without them, the soup’s flavor would have been far inferior.

He eagerly took a large gulp of the soup.

Refreshing!

The hot, thick broth rushed into his stomach, its medicinal properties and nutrients swiftly replenishing the energy he had expended during his practice. His entire body felt warm, as if he had immersed himself in a hot spring.

Wang Chen realized this pig stomach was extraordinary, never expecting such potent nourishing effects!

He finished the entire jar of hot soup and eagerly devoured the pig stomach.

Though it hadn’t cooked long enough and he lacked a pressure cooker, making the pig stomach less tender, it did nothing to dampen his appetite.

The flavor was exquisite, especially the parts with growths, each bite bursting with a rich herbal aroma.

The nutritional value was at least three or four levels high!

A jar of pig stomach soup, weighing over ten pounds, was devoured by Wang Chen in the blink of an eye.

Not even the few pieces of sand ginger at the bottom of the jar were left untouched.

After finishing, Wang Chen patted his belly with satisfaction, feeling as though he could easily handle two more jars!

Tap, tap!

Just then, a knock came from the courtyard gate outside.

Wang Chen went to open the door and found Village Chief Old Shi Wu standing there with a warm smile.

In his left hand, he carried a jar, and in his right, he held a massive pig’s head!

Wang Chen was startled, "Village Chief."

Old Shi Wu chuckled, "I came to have a chat with you about something."

Wang Chen promptly invited the top martial artist of Little Stone Village into his home, setting up a table and chairs in the small courtyard to host him.

Old Shi Wu didn’t stand on ceremony; he placed the pig’s head on the table and broke the clay seal on the jar.

The pig’s head was from the mountain pig Wang Chen had hunted the day before, its skin removed and smoked to a rich, golden hue.

As soon as the jar was opened, a potent aroma of alcohol filled the air.

"Come, come, let’s eat and talk," Old Shi Wu said.

He took two bowls and filled them to the brim with wine, "Try my ten-year-old bear gall wine."

As he spoke, he drew a gleaming dagger and began slicing the pig’s head meat.

Though Wang Chen had just polished off a jar of pig stomach soup, his appetite was far from satisfied.

Naturally, he didn’t refuse the food and drink being offered.

Moreover, Wang Chen was quite intrigued by the bear gall wine.

He, or rather Chen Er Gou, had never tasted alcohol from this world before.

The wine Old Shi Wu brought was amber in color, with a strong, heady aroma that suggested a high alcohol content, along with a peculiar medicinal scent quite distinct from the pig stomach meat.

Wang Chen raised his bowl and took a sip, feeling a fiery sensation race down his throat, instantly igniting within him.

Strong and intense!

"Good wine!"

Wang Chen couldn’t help but exclaim, then grabbed two slices of pig’s head meat and stuffed them into his mouth.

The meat was surprisingly flavorful, carrying a hint of fruity grilled aroma and having been marinated to perfection.

He couldn’t resist taking another sip of wine.

Old Shi Wu watched, wide-eyed, as Wang Chen heartily consumed the wine and meat, his expression a mix of surprise and suspicion.

This young man seemed so different from the impression he had in his memory.

However, since Old Shi Wu had never thought much of Chen Er Gou before, he felt a bit odd but didn’t entertain any wild thoughts or speculations.

The village chief hesitated for a moment before asking, "Er Gou, did you learn your martial arts from Qiao Shan?"

Old Shi Wu wasn’t much older than Chen Qiao Shan, just a few years his senior, making him an uncle figure to Chen Er Gou.

Little Stone Village had only about a hundred households, and the surnames intermarried; the villagers were mostly related to one another, without exception.

Wang Chen replied calmly, "Yes, Village Chief."

"Just call me Uncle Wu," Old Shi Wu said.

He then asked, "Does your father… um, how much do you know about martial arts?"

Wang Chen’s understanding of martial arts in this world was limited.

Everything he knew came from Chen Er Gou’s memories, but the latter was not a martial artist, so the information was sparse.

Seeing the way Old Shi Wu was approaching the conversation, it seemed he wanted to clear up any questions Wang Chen might have.

Wang Chen certainly wouldn’t miss this opportunity.

Old Shi Wu clearly held Wang Chen in high regard, so he answered his questions thoroughly and comprehensively, sharing insights far beyond what Chen Qiao Shan knew!

According to Old Shi Wu, this world was called the Misty Mountains Realm, named for the fog that blanketed most of the region, filled with countless mountains and forests.

In the Misty Mountains Realm, villages like Little Stone Village were scattered like islands surrounded by mist.

But there were also larger settlements of human cultivators.

These were the towns and cities!

Towns were the strongholds of humans, the foundation for defending against fierce beasts, and they gathered a large population.

This included many powerful martial artists!