Chapter 10 - Consolidating the Cultivation (2/2)

Zhou Ping laughed immediately on hearing that. Apparently, his situation was not as bad as he described.

Looking at his good-for-nothing brother, Zhou Yun really felt helpless.

At least Zhou Ping was his natural brother. After thinking for a moment with eyes closed, Zhou Yun came up with a plan.

But he couldn’t do it himself, because he wanted to become an inner disciple. There couldn’t be any mistake.

He had to find someone else who could do it for him, which would cost him some pills.

…

In Lin Yun’s cabin on the hillside of Qingyuan Sect.

Lin Yun had been back for two days, and absorbed one Body Nourishing Elixir and one Spirit Cultivating Elixir.

With the help of the pills, he had improved a lot and stabilized himself on the fourth level.

Especially his inner power had been strengthened. His inner power of Pure Yang martial art was thick and strong. Plus the help of Spirit Cultivating Elixir, now the inner power became more powerful.

He guessed that maybe his inner power was even stronger than those disciples who had reached the fifth level.

Though practice of Pure Yang Scrip was time-consuming, its effect was much better any other martial arts.

Before him was a half meter high bathtub.

He took out the Body Refining Solution, poured one third of it into the water and then sealed the bottle.

Chi~

There was kind of chemical reaction right after the solution was poured in, with hot gas rising.

The clear spring water completely turned into bright green, with a good smell of the solution.

He took off his robe and got into the tub. Immediately he felt like his body was burning up. When the solution permeated into his body, it was all absorbed by his muscles. It felt like all the cells came to life, making him extremely comfortable.

He could apparently feel that his body was strengthened. Five minutes later, that kind of feeling gradually faded away.

Lin Yun sighed, “After all it’s only Body Refining Solution. If it were the Body Refining Elixir, I would have improved my cultivation much more.”

Through the water mist, Lin Yun set his eyes on a scroll painting on the desk.

“My heart shelters a fierce tiger which, however, enjoys sniffing roses!”

He was a little confused. Why could this mysterious scroll painting change his Tiger Fist without a sign?

Why could the scroll painting make his Tiger Worshipped by All Beasts, the strongest move of Tiger Fist, fuse with his swordplay?

He took the painting up carefully. After thinking for a moment, he unfolded the scroll painting again slowly.

Boom!

As before, once the scroll painting was unfolded, it felt like a tiger jumped out of it. It was roaring in his ear, with a strong wind blowing into his face. That kind of oppressive feeling was heavy and like real.

But Lin nearly embraced death before, plus his experience of fighting against the Saber-toothed Tiger; he was already not the original Lin Yun.

With his hands holding the scroll painting shaking, he was still trying to face the tiger, letting it jump at him.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…a whole minute passed.

The tiger kept pouncing on his heart. And the moment he was gonna break down, he saw a dim sword light in the scroll painting.

And the moment he saw the sword light, he couldn’t take it, and put the painting away in haste.

Pit-a-pat! Pit-a-pat!

His heart kept beating fast, like it was gonna pop out of his chest. Lin Yun got cold sweat all over his forehead.

It was really a sword light. And that glance at the sword light really freaked him out.

After he calmed down, Lin Yun looked at the scroll painting, and unfolded it again.

It was only the tiger there this time, and the homicidal momentum from the king of all beasts captured his heart.

But the sword light was nowhere to be found.

“The painting contains so many secrets. Maybe I don’t have the ability now. But some day I will make them all crystal clear.”

Lin Yun put down the scroll painting and stopped thinking about it.

The water in the tub already became clear again, and the solution was all absorbed.

After cleaning his body, Lin Yun put on his robe and walked out of the cabin with his old sword.

He pulled out his sword, and began practicing the Flowing Wind Swordplay, like dancing in the cloud.

He hadn’t practiced it for two days. So, once he pulled out the sword to practice, he got immersed in it.

Gathering Water to Form a Stream Flowing like Wind!

With the seemingly aimless moves, the true meaning of the swordplay was showed. He nearly became one with his sword. Flowing like wind, he nearly forgot his own presence.

After putting away the sword, Lin breathed out a filthy breath. He said to himself, “I have made it to the Slight Achievement now. If I want to go further, maybe I need to have a try in the Trigger Hall.”