Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 244 - 18 Seven Days

Chapter 244: Chapter 18 Seven Days

The next day, early morning.

In the courtyard, Lin Yuan slowly finished his cultivation, completing the condensation of all today’s energy.

The apertures in his body have now accumulated to fifteen, about one every ten days.

"It’s still too slow. The main reason is that the Cloud Hidden Sky Light Map can no longer meet the speed at which I condense the Great Sun True Essence," Lin Yuan considered privately.

He wants to condense all the apertures completely, but the current speed still falls short of his expectations.

Condensing three apertures in a month is terrifying and even exaggerated for others.

But his goal is the extreme realm.

He tasted the benefits of the extreme realm last night.

Among his apertures, fifteen in number, are fewer than Chi Ziqin, but the quality of his apertures is not something Chi Ziqin can compare to.

All of this comes from the extreme foundation he laid down during the Qi-Blood realm. The total energy in a single aperture is more than twice that of Chi Ziqin.

Moreover, his martial path has already stepped into the second realm. His understanding of energy has reached another level.

The combination of both has reached an exaggerated level. Even with all his trump cards, Chi Ziqin, who has twenty-four apertures, cannot break through his defense.

The Qi-Blood realm is the last of the three basic martial thresholds, similarly entering the extreme realm opens up a broader path for the future martial journey.

What cannot keep up with his needs now is the cultivation technique for condensing the Great Sun True Essence.

Currently, he can only condense nine apertures a month, one hundred and eight a year. It will take nearly three more years to condense all the apertures.

Clearly, the Hundred Ghosts Old Demon will not give him so much time.

Also, condensing the divine soul requires consuming the Great Sun True Essence, and the Cloud Hidden Sky Light Map’s efficiency is too low, which has already made him dissatisfied.

"Taking complete control of the Black Dragon Pool will resolve all issues easily," Lin Yuan thought for a moment, then stepped out of the door.

Because today is the last day of the edict.

Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on Lin Yuan’s face.

He has also heard some of the rumors outside.

Almost everyone wants to see him embarrassed, to see his master, the Long-brow Taoist, embarrassed.

Shaking his head, Lin Yuan stepped out of the door and walked towards the entrance of the yamen.

Little did he know that outside the yamen, it was already bustling with voices, boiling over.

"Do you know what someone saw? It’s the Cloud Ring Gang; they’ve brought everyone and are almost at the outskirts of the city," a servant whispered to a few people nearby.

"I heard the whole Cloud Ring Gang has come out in full force. Gang Leader Ding Yu, along with two deputy gang leaders, and more than ten hall masters are here. Even the Cloud Ring Iron Guards have come along. That momentum is swallowing mountains and rivers; it’s terrifying," another person exclaimed with awe.

"It looks like the Cloud Ring Gang is here to demand justice from the newly arrived Lord Lin. The edict wanted to cause trouble for the Cloud Ring Gang, and now the Cloud Ring Gang is personally here to reason with the yamen lord. I wonder how Lord Lin will handle it," more people watched Lin Yuan eagerly, hoping to see him in a difficult situation.

Such aristocratic disciples being slapped in the face excite people to think about it.

Apart from the bystanders, those more concerned with the situation are obviously the palace masters guarding several towns.

In one pavilion, Lu Yifeng from White Cloud Town, Xia Yanxun from Yong’an Town, and Zhao Jing from Yellow Thorn Town sat together. There were other guardians standing behind them.

The sight here is excellent, offering an unobstructed view of the yamen entrance.

Facing the yamen entrance is a broad street extending nearly a mile in length.

But looking at both sides of the street, it’s crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder, blocking the streets entirely. Clearly, people are discussing what kind of conflict will occur today with the Cloud Ring Gang arriving at the yamen.

Inside the pavilion.

Lu Yifeng sneered, "Unexpectedly, the Cloud Ring Gang is making the first move. Coming to demand justice today, I thought they’d stay put and treat the edict as waste paper."

"Didn’t expect Gang Leader Ding to be so headstrong, directly coming to the door. Hahaha."

Sitting next to him, Xia Yanxun also laughed heartily, "We’ll see how our Lord Lin handles this. Moreover, from what I hear, all Cloud Hidden people have been held up, and no one can support Lin Yuan."

"Oh~!" Zhao Jing’s voice stretched out, sneering, "The position at Black Dragon Pool isn’t easy to hold. It must be scorching for our Lord Lin! Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

Everyone around laughed along.

Meanwhile, in another pavilion, a young man in a black robe quietly sat on a lounger, savoring tea from a white porcelain tea bowl.

Inside the room, several others were equally extraordinary in presence. But their robes were embroidered with the sandalwood cane symbol, indicating they were from Qingmu Martial Academy.

"Brother Huo, the Cloud Ring Gang has already reached outside the city. Unexpectedly, Ding Yu took the initiative. Wanted to see how Lin Yuan would respond tomorrow. Heh, it’s ahead of schedule."

"If today Lin Yuan truly turns out to be a good-for-nothing, we can truly intervene in Black Dragon Pool this year," another person entered from the balcony, laughing heartily.

The black-robed young man on the lounger smiled faintly, continuing to savor his tea.

In everyone’s eyes, Lin Yuan stood calmly at the yamen steps in his blue robe.

Everyone simultaneously turned their gaze towards the blue-robed figure.

Lin Yuan’s expression was calm; the public opinion was like a breeze sweeping across his face, unwavering.

The balcony observers chuckled, "Unexpectedly, Lin Yuan still has the guts to step out of the yamen and doesn’t hide somewhere. What’s going on in his mind?"

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the yamen, two other people were astonished to see Lin Yuan stepping out.

One person frowned and transmitted energy through voice, "This Lin Junior is simply foolish. Find a place to hide, and would Ding Yu dare to charge into the yamen? Yet at this moment, he still stands out. If a fight starts, how can he gracefully exit the stage!"

The square-faced man beside replied solemnly, "Today, face will inevitably be lost. Junior Brother Jia, if Lin Junior can’t hold back from provocation, you must stop him from acting. According to Uncle Long-brow’s instructions, not letting him step out of the yamen further. For the rest, I’ll try to hold off temporarily."

After finishing their discussion, neither felt too confident. Because they knew the Refraction faction must have another move hidden.

Just as Lin Yuan had stepped out not long ago, the other side of the street.

A team had already turned the corner into the street.

"They’re here!"

Everyone simultaneously looked at the horse-faced man at the front.

Ding Yu’s face looked grim.

Behind him were forty to fifty more people, riding tall horses, all with stern looks. The imposing momentum made the crowd on both sides of the street involuntarily retreat backward.

And at the very back was a carriage wrapped in coarse cloth.

"Dismount!"

Ding Yu commanded in a deep voice.

Thud thud.

The sound of footsteps in unison made everyone hold their breath, watching intently to see how Ding Yu would act.

"Ding Yu is definitely trying to build momentum step by step, eventually using his iron guard to intimidate Lin Yuan. This tactic does have some effect, as it neither kills Lin Yuan nor loses authority. This Ding Yu does have some skill." Lu Yifeng watched from the upper floor, nodding silently as he observed the imposing figures behind Ding Yu.

"Ding Yu’s personal strength might be average, but he’s good at training his subordinates. This squad indeed has a standard appearance." The disciples of Qingmu Martial Academy nodded slightly as they observed the squad’s neat formation, then chuckled, "Do you think, under this kind of pressure, Lin Yuan might wet his pants?"

Others, imagining this scene, couldn’t help but laugh.

But contrary to what everyone expected.

Ding Yu looked at Lin Yuan, who stood tall at the entrance of the yamen, and thought to himself, "Sir Lin, Old Ding will go all out today to establish your reputation."

Then, Ding Yu said in a deep voice, "Bring out the thorns!"

Whoosh!

The last carriage was unveiled.

It was entirely filled with thorny vines.

Everyone saw this and laughed, "Ladies and gentlemen, if I’m not mistaken, Ding Yu must be planning to present these thorns to Lin Yuan, demanding he kneels to apologize."

"This is called ’returning his own medicine in kind.’ Ding Yu’s mind, how vicious it is."

"Our Lord Lin, Lin Tianjiao’s face, is being slapped loudly by Ding Yu. It’s truly embarrassing to the extreme."

"Hahaha. From today, the Black Dragon Pool yamen doesn’t have a shred of authority left? They might as well hang up the ’Closed’ sign every day."

The crowd discussed and laughed continuously, creating a lively scene.

But in the sight of all, Ding Yu’s actions puzzled everyone.

Rip.

The sound of a robe tearing suppressed all the discussions.

Immediately after, the deputy gang leaders and numerous hall masters shattered their upper garments as they channeled their energy.

Ding Yu, bare-chested, said solemnly, "Carrying the thorns."

The iron guards stepped out to bind the ready thorns around each person completely.

Especially Ding Yu, whose thorny vines were particularly sharp and hard. He voluntarily withdrew his energy, letting the thorns pierce his skin and draw streams of blood.

"Ah, this?"

"What is Ding Yu doing?"

"Is Ding Yu out of his mind, having a nervous breakdown?"

"Is Ding Yu truly here to apologize?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The situation was completely contrary to expectations.

A young man, having sensed the shock among his junior apprentices while quietly sipping tea, immediately stood up, went to the door, and looked out.

All he saw was Ding Yu drenched in blood, kneeling on both knees, bowing deeply towards the yamen, "Ding Yu of the Cloud Ring Gang, along with two deputy gang leaders and thirteen hall masters, humbly apologizes to Lord Lin Yuan."

After Ding Yu finished speaking, the fifteen leaders of the Cloud Ring Gang all shouted in unison, "We apologize to Lord Lin."

After speaking, they all bowed down together.

Thud thud thud!

The synchronized kowtows echoed through the long street.

Everyone was dumbstruck, watching it all unfold.

"They’re really here to apologize!!!" Xia Yanxun and several others stood up with a whoosh, gripping the veranda rails, stretching their heads out in disbelief to witness everything.

"What kind of medicine did Ding Yu take to actually come and apologize? He, a man who has condensed sixteen acupoints, kowtowing to Lin Yuan!"

Everyone just stared blankly, watching it all.

Could it be that the Long-Browed Daoist intervened?

It must have been the Long-Browed Daoist’s doing, otherwise, how could Ding Yu have submitted like this.

On a third-floor loft, He Run frowned, watching it all coldly, "The Cloud Hidden faction no longer has anyone to deploy. Who instructed Ding Yu to do this?"

Yet Ding Yu’s behavior caused the crowd to fall silent briefly before boiling over.

"The Cloud Ring Gang, the Cloud Ring Gang actually submitted. What’s going on?"

"Ding Yu, who is a master with sixteen acupoints, and Lin Yuan only has three acupoints. Why would he bow to Lin Yuan? This is simply shocking."

"Ahh. Why is it different from what we imagined? Shouldn’t it be a resounding slap in the face? Shouldn’t Lin Yuan be letting his face be spat upon? Why would Ding Yu kneel like this? There must be something shady going on."

The crowd continued to discuss fervently.

Yet Ding Yu showed no expression, merely respectfully facing Lin Yuan from afar.

He rose and walked ten steps, then knelt down again to kowtow, "Please forgive us, my lord."

His attitude was extremely devout, akin to a pilgrimage.

Every ten steps, he would kneel once.

This kind of attitude, this kind of devotion, left all the onlookers utterly astounded.

Almost all the onlookers’ mouths were gaping wide, enough to fit a goose egg inside.

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