Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 140 - 3: Injured

Chapter 140: Chapter 3: Injured

Knock, knock, knock.

The door of the alchemy room was being knocked on.

Lin Yuan, who was still carefully experiencing the process of refining the essence of the Sunrise Decision, was suddenly interrupted and opened his eyes abruptly.

"No one dares to disturb while alchemy is in progress. If the door is being knocked on, something must have happened," Lin Yuan thought for a moment and immediately got up.

"Xiao Yun?"

Upon opening the door, he saw Xiao Yun with snow still resting on her shoulders, her small face bearing the wind and snow, turning red from the cold.

Lin Yuan’s expression suddenly changed.

Xiao Yun usually managed the household affairs and occasionally accompanied Zhu Lingshan to the martial arts school. Her appearance here at this time must mean something significant has occurred.

Xiao Yun’s eyes brightened at the sight of Lin Yuan, and much of her panic dissipated.

"Xiao Yun, don’t panic. Collect your thoughts, and speak slowly," Lin Yuan said in a low voice, his eyes deep with simmering killing intent, as his mind surged like a stormy sea.

Xiao Yun was momentarily stunned by Lin Yuan’s aura, but after regaining her senses, she said: "Sir, Miss has sent a message requesting you to go to the martial hall."

"The martial hall? Is Junior Sister alright?"

Lin Yuan’s worries were half alleviated.

As long as Junior Sister was safe, other matters could be managed.

"Miss is safe, but Master was ambushed by a thief and suffered serious injuries. That’s why Miss sent me to invite you over to see the Master."

Xiao Yun finally calmed down, feeling a sense of security with Lin Yuan leading the way.

"I’ll set off immediately," Lin Yuan said after a slight contemplation, nodding in agreement.

"Please have Shen Keqing accompany me," Lin Yuan said as he cupped his hands towards Shen Wanpo, who was resting nearby.

"Naturally," Shen Wanpo replied with a slight smile, immediately rising.

Upon seeing this, Lin Yuan promptly stepped out and, after briefly instructing the servant on handling matters, left with Xiao Yun, riding a carriage to the Zhu family’s martial hall.

Clap, clap, clap.

The coachman, following Lin Yuan’s instructions, whipped the horse hard and fast.

The horse, feeling the pain, lifted its four hooves and ran swiftly.

The curtain of the carriage fluttered in the cold wind, allowing bursts of cold air to enter. Lin Yuan, strong as he was, didn’t mind and was warmed by a brazier, but Xiao Yun, sitting in the servant’s seat, received no such comfort and shivered from the cold.

"Come sit over here," Lin Yuan instructed upon noticing her condition.

Only then did Xiao Yun dare to sit inside, warming up considerably.

However, once outside the academy, the wind and snow became fiercer, and in some places, visibility was less than ten yards.

Through the carriage window, Lin Yuan saw that every street corner outside was filled with dark shadows, like sewer rats, shivering in fear. In such heavy wind and snow, the outside was but a white expanse, devoid of life, leaving the refugees to huddle together, hoping for charity from passing wealthy individuals.

"Looking to die? Don’t block the way!" the coachman shouted.

The refugees wandering in the middle of the road quickly stepped aside. As the carriage whipped past, the refugees couldn’t help but curse under their breath.

Clang.

The carriage jolted violently.

"Hall Master, please sit tight. Just now, there was a wild man frozen to death on the road, couldn’t avoid it. I’ll be more careful from now on," the coachman called from the front.

Refugees frozen to death on the streets were countless.

As the carriage progressed, it occasionally swayed from running over hardened frozen bodies.

"Yanghuā is truly in chaos."

Seeing such a scene, Lin Yuan felt heavy-hearted.

All these refugees gathered in the corners of Yanghuā after winter told. Their numbers were increasing.

However, at this time, he could barely protect himself, let alone manage so many people. He needed to prioritize the affairs of the martial hall first!

Lin Yuan closed his eyes in contemplation, refraining from further speech.

The carriage traveled swiftly, arriving after about the time of burning two sticks of incense.

Within the martial hall, many disciples were resisting the harsh cold of the wind and snow to temper their Qi-Blood. There were also servants wielding brooms to sweep away the fallen snow.

Lin Yuan did not linger, leading Xiao Yun swiftly to the inner courtyard.

"Junior Brother?"

Lin Yuan stepped into the doorway of the inner courtyard room, where Junior Brother Pang Yanmu was already waiting. Lin Yuan called out.

"Senior Brother Lin. Senior Sister is beside the Master, please follow me," Junior Brother Pang Yanmu said quickly upon Lin Yuan’s arrival.

They turned through a few corridors to arrive at Zhu Jiyi’s bedroom.

Just upon stepping through the door, a strong aroma of medicinal herbs filled the air, with a clay pot steaming on a nearby stove, brewing medicine.

Zhu Jiyi lay half-reclined on the bed, his face pale, chest wrapped in white cloth, with a blood-red knife wound stretching from his left shoulder to his right abdomen.

Zhu Jiyi was not asleep; despite the severity of his injuries, he barely opened his eyes to see Lin Yuan enter.

The doctor on the side had already packed up his medicine box, cupped his hands towards Lin Yuan and the others, and stepped out the main door.

"Sister, how is Master’s injury?"

Lin Yuan hurried forward and asked Zhu Lingshan.

"Brother. Sob sob sob." When Zhu Lingshan saw Lin Yuan arrive, she rushed into his embrace like a homing swallow.

Tears streamed down Zhu Lingshan’s face.

This morning, after settling Zhu Jiyi, she was mentally exhausted and worried. After Lin Yuan arrived, she finally let go of the burdens in her heart, able to cry out loud.

Zhu Jiyi lay on the bed, weak but seeing Zhu Lingshan and Lin Yuan so affectionate, a trace of tenderness appeared in his eyes.

Lin Yuan also noticed that the old man’s spirit was still good and felt a relief in his heart.

He lightly patted Zhu Lingshan’s back, comforting her emotions.

Once Zhu Lingshan finished crying, Lin Yuan spoke again, "How is Master’s injury?"

"Master has countless knife wounds on his chest and abdomen; thankfully, his skills are profound, avoiding the most lethal cut." Zhu Lingshan led Lin Yuan, gently examining Zhu Jiyi’s injuries.

"The knife intent within cannot be eradicated, continually harming his Qi-Blood. If the knife intent could be removed, they’d just be superficial wounds, and with Master’s physique, he could recover with quiet rest." Zhu Lingshan, exhausted in spirit, said helplessly, "Second Master’s claw technique is formidable, and the knife intent is deep; we’re afraid of worsening Master’s injuries by acting rashly."

"If only Senior Brother were here." Pang Yanmu sighed at this thought, "Senior Brother’s cultivation complements knife intent well, and his realm has reached the second rank of Congealing Essence. With careful refinement, he can surely remove the knife intent from Master’s wounds."

"Remove the knife intent?"

Lin Yuan was moved. He gently touched Zhu Jiyi’s wound again. His fingertip emitted a faint knife intent, like ants biting his finger.

"Perhaps I can try."

The idea formed in Lin Yuan’s mind, and he immediately circulated his internal energy, like a trickling stream, washing over the wound.

He controlled the knife intent within him, letting it contact the wound’s knife intent. The two knife intents clashed like fire and water, continually battling. But the wound’s knife intent was like Rootless Water, and soon it was eroded by his endless knife intent.

"Hmm?"

Feeling the change in the wound, Zhu Jiyi slightly opened his eyes and looked at Lin Yuan’s finger.

"This is Qi, knife intent, the knife intent has been driven away." Zhu Jiyi was excited; his breathing even quickened, "Lin Yuan has successfully congealed his essence?"

"Master, where are you feeling discomfort?" Lin Yuan immediately stopped, fearing that he might not control properly and worsen Zhu Jiyi’s wound.

This was also his first time using internal energy to extinguish knife intent for others, and he felt anxious.

"No, no. You." Zhu Jiyi spoke weakly, and after catching his breath over ten times, continued, "Con, continue."

"Alright, Master, please bear with it for a moment."

Lin Yuan nodded, thinking, "The method seems correct, I can proceed with confidence."

Once again channeling Qi, concentrating on his fingertip, at another wound, slowly washing away the unruly knife intent.

For a while, those present only saw Lin Yuan constantly moving his fingers, touching each of Zhu Jiyi’s wounds one by one.

"Senior Brother is this?" Zhu Lingshan looked at Lin Yuan’s actions, initially puzzled but then excited, "Senior Brother has reached Congealing Essence realm, he can heal Master!"

Zhu Lingshan’s gaze suddenly intensified, seeing Lin Yuan continuously expending his energy, her eyes couldn’t help but well up again.

This is her Senior Brother, the man of Zhu Lingshan, who stood up in her most helpless time.

"In our Zhu family’s Martial Arts Hall, apart from Senior Brother, there’s now another brother-in-law who has congealed essence and can heal Master, too great." The Fourth Disciple also felt astonished, seeing Lin Yuan’s actions, how could he not understand why Lin Yuan was doing so?

"This is, intent?!" From outside, a sharp gleam suddenly flashed in Shen Wanpo’s eyes, as his Qi subtly explored, "Knife intent?"

Unexpectedly, this Pill Master has hidden so deeply that even he hadn’t noticed, this Pill Master has the cultivation of Congealing Essence realm.

"In the future, I need to examine more carefully." Shen Wanpo squinted his eyes, pondering secretly.

Inside, it was quiet as they waited patiently for Lin Yuan to expel the knife intent from Zhu Jiyi.

As time passed, beads of sweat gathered on Lin Yuan’s forehead, trailing down his cheeks, finally dripping off his chin.

But Lin Yuan was extremely focused.

Because this time, the expelling point was near Zhu Jiyi’s heart, where the knife intent was the thickest. When the wrapped white cloth was uncovered, even the faintly beating internal organs could be seen.

This too is a testament to the strong physique of a Martial Artist.

If it were an ordinary person with such injuries, they would have long perished.

Lin Yuan did not dare to be careless, spreading his five fingers, each fingertip already channeling Qi.

This was also from repeatedly expelling the knife intent for Zhu Jiyi, refining control over his Qi, from controlling one finger to five, increasing efficiency.

About half an incense stick later.

Lin Yuan finally withdrew his Qi, thoroughly eradicating all the knife intent from Zhu Jiyi’s body.

Looking again at Zhu Jiyi, his complexion was regaining redness.

With the knife intent driven out, he no longer needed to fully maintain his internal intention to fight it, allowing his robust physique to gradually recover.

Seeing this, Zhu Lingshan quickly used a silk scarf to wipe the sweat for Lin Yuan.

"Why is Master injured?"

Lin Yuan, finding a moment’s respite, timely asked.

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