Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 194 - 50 Comprehension (Part 1)

Chapter 194: Chapter 50 Comprehension (Part 1)

The next morning.

After swallowing the Golden Cloud Pill, Lin Yuan couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, "The potency of a second-grade pill is indeed incomparable to the Five Qi Pill."

The seventy-four meridians are converting spiritual energy at an incredibly fast rate, already more than half filled.

Now, all his time is fully occupied by alchemy, soul refinement, and cultivation.

Hard work pays off. By concentrating on refining the Golden Cloud Pill, he has pushed the pill refinement technique to the inferior quality level.

This creates an upward spiral where the cultivation speed increases, and the quality of pills improves.

Today, he stopped soul cultivation to be in the best state to see the Godly Painting mentioned by Pei Zhangluo.

In the silent room, a young man in a black robe sat peacefully on a meditation mat, a mysterious glint flashing in his pitch-black eyes: "Godly Painting, don’t disappoint me."

Having made up his mind, Lin Yuan got up to open the door, instructed a servant to prepare the carriage, and headed straight for the academy.

Dao Ancestral Hall.

The news that the envoy hung the Godly Painting has spread among the high-ranking true inheritors, inner sect, and elite disciples.

At the entrance of the Dao Ancestral Hall, dozens of elite disciples, divided into four groups, took turns guarding. Along the courtyard walls of the Dao Ancestral Hall, there stood an elite disciple sentry every ten meters to prevent idlers from approaching.

This was the first day for the chores as well, but the lowest-ranked gray-robed chores were naturally barred from coming to the Dao Ancestral Hall.

The difference in identity and status was vividly displayed at this moment.

The closer to the top, the closer to resources, is a timeless truth.

Even though only the level above elite disciples was allowed to enter the Dao Ancestral Hall, by the time Lin Yuan entered the academy, it was already bustling with voices.

"The Godly Painting, that thing is too weird. It’s like it sucked my soul in. Too terrifying," whispered an inner sect disciple who had just exited the Dao Ancestral Hall.

"Yes, yes, it’s like having a nightmare. I still feel dizzy, lighter than being with thirteen beauties in a row at Zuihua House. I can’t look at it, that thing can’t be looked at," another disciple, pallid-faced, recalled the experience of his mind being drawn into it with shuddering fear.

"Exactly, exactly, like a maze, it’s all a white expanse, can’t tell east from west. This eerie thing, just a painting, yet it trapped me within, truly terrifying," said another with a serious look, horrified.

"How long did you persist? I just looked for five breaths before leaving the painting, afraid to look any longer. They say the longer you endure, the higher your talent is. How about you? How long did you endure?" This person shook his head after speaking, being the most talented among them, already at the second grade of Condensed Essence, yet he only lasted five breaths.

"Still, Brother Li is impressive; we could barely manage two breaths at best. That thing is too terrifying," the others couldn’t help shaking their heads with bitter smiles.

Like students exiting an exam room, those who left the Dao Ancestral Hall gathered in twos and threes, constantly discussing.

Amidst their discussions, Lin Yuan had already stepped through the doors of the Dao Ancestral Hall.

The elite disciples on guard at the entrance saw Lin Yuan so young and wanted to rebuke him for causing trouble at the Dao Ancestral Hall, but they were quickly stopped by the leading inner sect disciple.

The leading inner sect disciple walked over a few steps, bowed to Lin Yuan, and said, "Greetings to Elder Lin."

Lin Yuan nodded lightly, ignored them, and proceeded directly toward the main hall.

After his figure disappeared from view, the elite disciple whispered, "Senior Brother, is this youthful face really an elder?"

"Elder Lin of the Alchemy Hall. Not just any inner sect disciple or ordinary true inheritor; even elders must bow low before him and dare not be insolent." The inner sect disciple glared harshly and spoke again, "He is the youngest elder in the academy, yet wields great power. Learn from this."

The elite disciple couldn’t help but shrink his neck, secretly astonished, and dared not speak.

Meanwhile, on another side, Lin Yuan continued his steps uninterrupted, passed through the garden, turned along the corridor, and crossed into the courtyard of the Dao Ancestral Hall.

He climbed nine steps and crossed the red lacquered threshold.

At this moment, the inner sect disciples and elders paying respects on the side were momentarily stunned upon seeing Lin Yuan enter.

Many recognized his identity as an elder with high status in the academy. Everyone instinctively moved aside, standing on both sides of the main hall, waiting for Lin Yuan to finish his respects.

Lin Yuan was already accustomed to this behavior from people.

He took some incense from the side and lit it with a candle flame.

He was not in a hurry to examine the Godly Painting, instead, he first paid his respects to the Dao Ancestor.

Holding the incense with both hands, he looked up.

The towering image of the Dao Ancestor immediately filled his vision.

Recalling the wish he made during his initial worship, Lin Yuan felt introspective.

"Become an elite in three months, enter the inner door in five months."

Unknowingly, it had quietly been realized, truly blessed by the Dao Ancestor.

After bowing, he inserted the incense into the burner, and only then did Lin Yuan focus his attention on the Godly Painting at the center.

"Is this the Godly Painting?"

Lin Yuan’s gaze shifted and was immediately captivated by the transformed cloud clusters.

Lin Yuan stared at the scroll, his mind gradually sinking into it, feeling like he was amidst an endless sea of clouds.

"Is this cloud? Or light?"

At this moment, Lin Yuan seemed trapped in a boundless fog-covered wasteland, unable to see the direction. Whether he moved forward or backward, he seemed to move, yet not move at all.

"This feeling, no direction, no guidance. It’s too similar to the initial cultivation of martial arts intent without tangible form," Lin Yuan’s memories surfaced as he suddenly recalled.

He gradually relaxed, not panicking, but instead carefully sensed it.

While Lin Yuan was carefully perceiving it, those outside were feeling extremely shocked.

"How long has Elder Lin been observing the Godly Painting now?"

A certain elder’s eyes flashed with astonishment.

"Elder You, it’s already been ninety breaths," responded a steward beside him in a low voice. While speaking, his eyes were fixedly staring at that upright figure.

He was an elder from the Hall of Transmission, responsible for reporting observation times to the envoy. So far, the longest any disciple or elder steward had managed was thirty breaths.

But Lin Yuan, even after ninety breaths, remained deep in observation without the sense of soul-devouring they experienced.

"Keep counting, I’ll report to the envoy." Elder You suppressed his amazement, quickly stepped out, circulated his spiritual energy, and hurried towards the main hall.

Main hall of the academy.

Cao Qin frowned as he looked at the letter that had just been delivered. He handed the statistics in his hand to a few people behind him for inspection.

Pei Zeqi, sitting lower down, saw Cao Qin’s face showing a trace of impatience and couldn’t help but secretly sigh.

"Master Cao, in this Yanghua Academy, we still haven’t found anyone who can last for sixty breaths. Staying any longer seems a waste of time."

The person who received the letter spoke without much patience.

The other people who accompanied them, mostly from various towns and academies, had spent merely a morning, with no one in the subsequent days worthy of note.

Others who were idly seated behind showed a few hints of arrogance on their faces.

"Towns like Mengmen and Xinpeng are closer to the capital and have more resources. In a small, remote place like Yanghua, it’s normal for fewer people to comprehend," Cao Qin nodded, pondered for a moment, and then continued, "Let’s stay for a few more days; there might be a hidden talent yet undiscovered."

Sitting below, Pei Zeqi breathed a sigh of relief after hearing they would stay a few more days.

"If someone gets into the Martial Institute, the capital will exempt this year’s tax burden. I hope Yanghua can also produce a genius," Pei Zeqi secretly prayed in his heart, "I wonder if Master Lin went there this morning."