Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 157 - 18 Restoration

Chapter 157: Chapter 18 Restoration

Deep within the Hong family, in a certain luxurious and secluded residence.

In a dark corner, the shadow of a middle-aged Taoist looms, his presence like a shadow under the night sky, exuding a disquieting, eerie aura.

His face is thin and pale, with deep-set eyes. He wears a black Taoist robe, adorned with twisted blood-red runes, which seem to wriggle constantly, as if harboring some ominous power.

"Heh heh."

The middle-aged man let out a strange laugh, the blood-red runes following a special trajectory as they revolved on his body.

"There is still a martial intent in Yang Hua stepping into the first of the realm." The man’s eyes flickered with cold light: "How could my Black Bat Ghost be something for you to spy on?"

"I took great risks to sneak in here; if you were to notice something, wouldn’t that ruin my good deed?"

"Although I haven’t figured out who that person is, it’s impossible to survive in this strength of soul-devouring wind. If not for the Hundred Ghosts Old Demon’s Soul-devouring Scripture, I couldn’t bear it. Even if I withstand two gusts, I would suffer severe injuries, be haunted by nightmares day and night, and eventually my spirit would wither, turning into a pile of bones."

"The first level of the Soul-devouring Scripture bestowed by the Hundred Ghosts Old Ancestor is truly terrifying. In a short time, I broke through the peak of condensing essence, stepping into the third realm. Heh heh."

A greedy glint flashed in the elder’s eyes, then he shook his head, regretfully saying: "It’s still a pity for the first martial realm intent, the soul completely blown away by the soul-devouring wind. Otherwise, if I consumed it, my Black Bat Ghost Soul could elevate another level."

"If there were a second level of the Soul-devouring Scripture, and I devoured all martial artists’ souls in Yang Hua, the fourth martial level would be hopeful." The elder sighed inwardly, unable to help thinking: "I don’t know who is the person the Hundred Ghosts Old Ancestor is looking for, instructing me to act in the shadows, not letting anyone notice traces. I hope that person appears soon, so the Hundred Ghosts Old Ancestor will reward me with the second level of the mental method."

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In the room.

That night, although Lin Yuan lay in bed and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow, he did not sleep well. It felt as if he was in the cabin of a ship, encountering stormy weather, swaying and dizzy.

At the same time, his soul seemed to be blown by a cold wind, infiltrating his dreams like a nightmare.

Beside him, Zhu Lingshan saw Lin Yuan fall into a deep sleep, but tossing and turning on the bed, appearing to endure great suffering in his dreams.

She could only silently shed tears, gently caressing Lin Yuan’s face with her fingers, trying to soothe his anxiety.

In this situation, Lin Yuan actually belonged to a severely injured soul, unable to stabilize his spirit, resulting in continuous nightmares in his sleep, unable to completely repair his soul.

While Lin Yuan was deeply troubled by the dream, the tender buds of the nine Chapters quietly secreted a drop of jade-like green dew.

The dew gradually gathered, and even the nine-Chapter vine leaves seemed to bend under its weight.

Ding-dong.

The dew dripped down, merging into Lin Yuan’s soul.

In his sleep, Lin Yuan vaguely felt the coldness in his body gradually dissipating, a warm current enveloping him, softly nourishing his soul.

On the bed, Lin Yuan’s body, previously writhing and struggling, gradually settled down, breathing steadily.

"Senior brother, the situation has improved; finally sleeping soundly."

Zhu Lingshan was pleasantly surprised, seeing Lin Yuan’s body no longer struggling, and his breathing steady, she finally relaxed and rested, falling asleep at the bedside.

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On the first morning.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes, seeing Zhu Lingshan sleeping sweetly by the bedside, filled with gratitude, tinged with guilt.

With his status, wanting to provide Zhu Lingshan with some peace, yet the more he wished to do so, the harder it became.

The initial martial arts hall’s foundation could offer Zhu Lingshan some protection, but now the enemies he faced could easily destroy even the martial arts hall.

"Junior sister, just endure a few more days; I will surely give you a peaceful life. No more living in fear, at the mercy of the winds and storms." Lin Yuan sat up, gently stroking Zhu Lingshan’s hair.

After last night’s sleep, Lin Yuan rested very well, fully recovering from the previous day’s severe injuries, and felt his martial path more solid.

Lin Yuan picked up Zhu Lingshan, placed her on the bed, and covered her with a blanket.

Having done all this, Lin Yuan sat in a wooden chair by the window, opened the window, and gazed into the courtyard.

Outside, the snow fell in big flakes, seeming not to stop, covering the garden in a thick layer.

Servants were cleaning the courtyard, with Xiaoyun commanding two or three maids, preparing toiletries for Lin Yuan and Zhu Lingshan.

Seeing this rare peace, Lin Yuan sighed emotionally.

"Last night, the nine Chapters not only protected my soul, they also aided me in my sleep."

Lin Yuan contemplated, recalling the feelings of the previous night, still having lingering fears from the piercing cold wind.

"Nine Chapters!"

Lin Yuan called softly, his mind entering the Nine Chapters space, only to find that the originally accumulated medicinal pool water had been consumed entirely.

"The consumption last night was terrifying!" Lin Yuan was astonished.

Although the number of Five Qi Pills refined recently had decreased, the quantity was still considerable. Consuming it all in one night was truly astonishing.

"Master, breakfast is ready."

Xiaoyun, seeing Lin Yuan sitting by the window from afar, came forward to greet him.

Xiaoyun’s face showed fatigue, lacking the youthful energy of the past, evoking compassion.

In recent days, Zhu Lingshan and Xiaoyun experienced the destruction of the martial arts hall, faced relocation, and hosted visitors, weary from exhaustion.

Lin Yuan nodded, looked at Zhu Lingshan still sleeping sweetly, quietly rose and left the room, not wanting to disturb her.

After instructing Xiaoyun not to disturb Zhu Lingshan, Lin Yuan had breakfast and began today’s cultivation.

In the quiet room.

Lin Yuan once again refined all the herbs sent by the Pei family today.

He kept half for personal use and sent the remaining pills to the Pei family by a servant.

Lin Yuan swallowed the pills and began cultivating again.

"The suffering endured yesterday was not without benefits." Lin Yuan felt that the energy within his body seemed to move more smoothly.

After musing for a moment, Lin Yuan nodded, saying: "Physical training follows a similar principle, tearing muscle fibers to rebuild, to become stronger. The soul is the same, first allowing it to be injured, then resting and recovering to train."

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan gained confidence.

Although he didn’t have a cultivation technique for martial souls, with the help of Nine Chapters, he could use forceful methods to train his soul to become stronger.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan became excited: "The soul surely provides great help to future martial cultivation; I can gradually build it up."

Lin Yuan acted immediately, boldly releasing his soul to cultivate.

"Last night’s cold wind seems much weaker?" Lin Yuan wondered, finding that while the cold wind now brushed against him, it was not as cold.

"Let’s try ascending again, I’ll just reveal half of my head, concealing myself. That ghost surely thinks I’ve turned to bones, not expecting me to survive."

Lin Yuan, confident in his heart, grew bolder, letting his soul ascend to withstand the cold wind’s blows, training himself.

As Lin Yuan just showed his head.

"Pain! So painful."

Lin Yuan pulled back his soul in haste, a strong burning sensation coming from his head.

It seemed wisps of smoke rose from his head, carrying the smell of charred flesh.