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Chapter 28 - I Want to Make Progress With My Master’s Wife

Chapter 28: I Want to Make Progress With My Master’s Wife

That night, Linghu Chong didn’t go down to the Cliff of Reflection but instead spent the night up above, making do with the circumstances.

Early the next morning.

All of Mount Hua seemed shrouded in a veil of tranquil mist.

The night had not yet completely faded; the sky was a profound shade of dark blue, with a few stars still twinkling tenaciously, as if bidding farewell to the approaching dawn.

To the east, the sky had begun to brighten slightly, and the outlines of the Huashan peaks gradually emerged in a vague silhouette.

Inside the cave.

The blazing bonfire illuminated and warmed the entire cave.

“Ahhhha!!!”

Linghu Chong sat up from the stone bed and stretched himself contentedly.

His gaze drifted toward the mouth of the cave, where the entrance was tinted in dark blue hues.

Linghu Chong stepped out of the cave. A chilly morning breeze gently brushed against his cheeks, washing away the remnants of sleep.

Standing at the edge of the cliff, he stared at the streak of white light rising on the eastern horizon—dawn was breaking.

Among the peaks, birds had already begun to chirp.

It was probably around 5 AM.

“All right, time to cultivate!”

Linghu Chong slapped his cheeks lightly to wake himself up, preparing to begin his early morning training.

He grasped his three-foot long sword and began to practice.

In an instant, the Cliff of Reflection shimmered with sword light; sword qi tore through the air with a howling sound, resonating with the mountain wind as if performing a rousing battle anthem.

The commotion woke Feng Qingyang, who had been in deep sleep. Standing at the mouth of the cave, he looked at Linghu Chong, whose sword movements were as swift as shadows.

A look of gratification and surprise appeared in his eyes. “This kid’s already up practicing swordsmanship so early!”

After watching for a moment, Feng Qingyang turned and walked away with a smile.

Linghu Chong glanced at the cave entrance, then continued immersing himself in sword practice.

A little while later.

Having finished a full set of sword moves, Linghu Chong stopped.

The warm-up was complete. Now came the real hard training.

He pulled down a sturdy vine from the cliff, then found a boulder that looked to weigh around fifty kilograms. He tied the vine securely around the rock.

Once everything was set, Linghu Chong turned his back to the rock, reached back with both hands to grab the vine, then let out a low grunt:

“Up!”

Linghu Chong channeled the strength of his entire body, lifted the massive rock, and hoisted it onto his back.

He bounced slightly to gauge the weight—fifty kilograms, still manageable.

“Let’s go!”

After adjusting the boulder to a more comfortable position on his back, he looked ahead and jogged down the path toward the base of the mountain.

Lifting fifty kilograms was one thing—maintaining it over a long period of movement was a whole different level of difficulty.

At first, the run wasn’t too hard. But by the time he reached halfway down the mountain, sweat had already started beading on his forehead.

Linghu Chong wasn’t just doing physical training—he was also circulating his internal cultivation method, using his true qi to temper his meridians, blood, and bones. This made the process all the more draining.

As the spiritual energy refined his body, there was also a faint sensation of pain.

At this moment, Linghu Chong felt like every cell in his body was trembling, and his blood surged wildly through his veins. With every step he took, a wave of scorching heat pulsed from his body.

Clenching his teeth, Linghu Chong moved rhythmically and with determination.

About half an hour later, Linghu Chong made it down from the Cliff of Reflection. By then, he was soaked in sweat.

He didn’t stop to rest, instead heading deeper into the forest to hunt a few wild chickens.

After catching the chickens, Linghu Chong turned back and began climbing back up toward the Cliff of Reflection.

Descending the cliff was hard—ascending it was just as difficult.

Especially with a fifty-kilogram boulder strapped to his back. That was hell-level difficulty.

“Huff… huff…”

Linghu Chong gasped for breath, his posture hunched, veins bulging from his forehead as hot blood surged through them like a torrential river. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans flowed down his body like a stream.

With each step he took, a patch of moisture was left on the ground.

Even so, Linghu Chong gritted his teeth and persevered.

Despite the exhaustion and the pain, he could feel himself improving, transforming, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Whatever the reason—Linghu Chong truly wanted to improve.

It took him nearly an hour to complete the uphill journey.

By now, he had all but crawled his way back up to the Cliff of Reflection, his limbs dragging across the ground.

Feng Qingyang, who was doing his morning training, saw Linghu Chong crawling up the cliff with a boulder strapped to his back and asked in puzzlement, “Chong’er, what on earth are you doing?”

As soon as Linghu Chong reached the top, he collapsed face-first to the ground. Hearing Feng Qingyang’s question, he lifted his eyes with difficulty and replied, “Grand… Granduncle-Master… I’m cultivating.”

He was so exhausted that even speaking felt like a monumental task, every word followed by a deep gasp for breath.

“Cultivating? What kind of cultivation is that?” Feng Qingyang looked even more confused.

“Huff… let me catch my breath first, Granduncle-Master.”

Instead of explaining, Linghu Chong rolled over and sat down on the ground to rest.

Feng Qingyang looked bewildered but eventually sat down on a rock not far away, watching Linghu Chong with great curiosity in his eyes.

He realized this disciple often came up with novel and unexpected ideas.

After catching his breath a bit, Linghu Chong looked at Feng Qingyang and said, “Granduncle-Master, this is a body refinement method I just thought of. I figured, if one wants to become a top expert, it’s not enough to just cultivate internal skills—you also need to train the physical body. Internal and external cultivation must go hand in hand!

“So I’ve started doing weighted training to temper my body.”

After speaking, Linghu Chong grinned, showing a row of gleaming white teeth.

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang finally understood.

He couldn’t help but exclaim, “So that’s it! Chong’er, you never cease to amaze me. Not only are you incredibly gifted, but your willpower is just as strong. Internal and external cultivation—what a clever idea. But external training is exceptionally arduous. I hope you can endure it.”

He had seen how grueling external training could be—far more taxing than internal cultivation. But if one could master it, the strength gained could be formidable, even exceeding that of internal cultivators of the same level.

In today’s martial world, the champions of Shaolin and Wudang… particularly Shaolin, were known for their focus on external cultivation. Each monk was like a wall of iron and steel, pushing through all obstacles.

Linghu Chong replied solemnly, “Granduncle-Master, I understand. I will endure it. And I won’t neglect my internal cultivation either.”

“Good!”

Feng Qingyang nodded. He had indeed been worried that Linghu Chong might become too focused on external training and neglect his internal skills.

“Granduncle-Master, I’m going to prepare breakfast!”

Linghu Chong stood up, ready to roast the wild chickens he’d caught earlier.

Seeing that Linghu Chong still had the boulder on his back, Feng Qingyang asked, “Chong’er! Why don’t you take off that rock?”

“No need, Granduncle-Master! I’m going to carry it the whole time—even when eating and sleeping. That’s the only way to make the training effective,” Linghu Chong replied.

“Uh…”

Feng Qingyang was stunned. This was too intense.

At this moment, he couldn’t help but admire Linghu Chong’s determination and tenacity.

After breakfast.

Linghu Chong felt full of strength and said to Feng Qingyang, “Granduncle-Master, I’m heading back for a bit!”

“Go on,” Feng Qingyang nodded.

Then, Linghu Chong once again descended the Cliff of Reflection and returned to the Huashan Sect.

Since he planned to train with a heavy sword, he first needed to get his hands on one.

But there wasn’t a single heavy sword in the entire Huashan Sect.