Martial World's
Chapter 17 - Lan Yunyue
In the span of an entire day, Lin Ming had visited two auction houses, a trade fair, as well as five treasure trading pavilions set up by distinguished families, yet he had yet to find a buyer.
As he returned to the Great Clarity Pavilion, Lin Ming sighed. He did not expect that selling some inscriptions would be so difficult.
But this is just a little setback. The ridicule and mockery of disdain had no effect on Lin Ming, whose pain and suffering from cultivating martial arts had exceeded the psychological pain he would experience several times. Even if Zhu Yan ridiculed him about Lan Yunyue, his poor family background, his lower cultivation, none of this could affect the heart of Lin Ming's martial arts.
He put down the symbol paper and began to practice the 'True Primal Chaos Formula.' Although he had practiced inscription techniques every day this month, he still managed to set aside time to practice the 'True Primal Chaos Formula.' Now, with his hard work, the 'True Primal Chaos Formula' had completed the entirety of the first level; his own martial arts cultivation was also at the peak of first-rate body transformation.
With the strength of nine stones and fists that could destroy the Iron Wood, this was proof he was at the peak of first-rate body transformation, strength training!
Nine stones is equivalent to 900 jin. This was the peak of first level body transformation. But the truth was that Lin Ming's current strength was no less than a thousand jins. This was due to the influence that the 'Chaotic Virtues Combat Meridian had on his training, and not only that but his strength was increasing every day. However, Lin Ming was actually still stuck at the first level of body transformation.
After he circulated his soul force with the 'True Primal Chaos Formula', Lin Ming began to focus on his understanding of bones. His own deboning time had reached an extremely high level of proficiency and speed; even second-rate demonic beasts were insufficient to meet his training demands. Unfortunately, even in the Great Clarity Pavilion, third level ferocious beasts were extremely rare. Lin Ming wanted to train on this rare beast but could not! So he thought of an idea, and started using the back of a flat blade to cut through the bones!
Usually, a person deboning would use the sharpest blade they could, or even an axe or other sharp tool. Deboning also often required a full day to complete a second level demonic beast. But Lin Ming actually used the back of an extremely thick blade to cut through the bones. It was extremely difficult and impossible; the blade felt like it was cutting a sturdy stone, and every inch required an extreme level of effort and strength.
This forced Lin Ming to constantly exhaust his physical abilities to the limit while comprehending his skills.
Previously, it took more time to eat a bowl of rice than to completely eliminate the bones of a second level ferocious beast, but now two hours was still not enough to finish it. Even after he did, he was drenched in sweat.
Thankfully the results were still good and he cut the pieces of meat neatly as he had done before. If the Great Clarity Pavilion knew that Lin Ming was completing the deboning of this second level ferocious beast with just the back of a knife, they would not only check Lin Ming into the nearest hospital, either, but they will also check themselves!
After a night of practice, Lin Ming was tired all the way to his bones. He completely forgot about the inscription matter and immediately fell asleep.
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After a night of deep rest, Lin Ming woke up before dawn and headed to his secret place in the Zhou Mountains to practice martial arts. With attack after attack, the sun began to rise into the sky. At this moment, a boy approached from the swamp. He was a tall boy and looked healthy dressed in white. “Brother Lin, why did you ask me yesterday where to sell inscription symbols? Did you really finish carving some? ”
This brat was precisely Lin Xiaodong. Yesterday around this time, Lin Ming had asked for it and he replied without thinking. But after thinking about it more and more, he realized that there was no way Lin Ming could make an inscription!
Although Lin Xiaodong did not have a deep understanding of inscriptions, he still knew that it was impossible for Lin Ming to create a complete inscription symbol. It was likely an ugly or semi-finished product, and if he brought something like that to a trade fair to sell, then the merchants would likely be beaten up because he was a fraud.
Lin Ming smiled and nodded, "I finished some."
Lin Xiaodong's heart stiffened, "You brought him up for sale?"
“Mm. But I don't sell anything.”
It was thought that he was not selling anything, these merchants were not stupid. Lin Xiaodong assessed his friend with a bit of worry. His puppy's eyes were filled with anxiety as he asked, "Sister Lin, you weren't beaten right?"
Lin Ming was stunned silent. This little brother really has a wild imagination. He laughed out loud and patted his friend's shoulder, "I really finished the inscription symbol, and I'm not a second-hand impostor, why should I be beaten?"
As he said this, he took out the four symbol papers he had been working on for the past month and showed them to Lin Xiaodong. He didn't want her to worry about him.
However, as soon as Lin Xiaodong saw these four symbol papers, his face immediately stiffened in horror. The appearance of this symbol paper was truly.terrible as well!
He guessed that Lin Ming's inscription might be second level, or even broken, but this was too much! The paper is thick yellow; it is just the look of toilet paper used too often. Only a fool would buy it. Lin Xiaodong had seen some symbol papers by the inscription masters before and they had always been on a bright and clean sheet with glittering colors.
Lin Xiaodong looked like he had just eaten stale porridge. He let out a dry smile. Oh brother, my sweet brother! He did not have the courage to humiliate Lin Ming, who might suffer. He could only think of the several hundred taels of material that had become second-hand toilet paper. Lin Xiaodong's heart immediately hurt. It's really a waste of money!
Lin Ming noticed Lin Xiaodong's expression had changed, and he could guess what he was thinking at the moment. He just kept the symbol paper. There was no way he could adequately explain this to Lin Xiaodong in a way that he understood.
“Brother Lin, I must say with your talent and effort, you will break through the pulse condensation period sooner or later. Why bother with this? ” Lin Xiaodong decided to try the carrot approach to persuade her good friend. The wand obviously didn't work.
Lin Ming smiled and remained silent. Lin Xiaodong was not wrong. Even if he did not care about the inscription, it was only a matter of time until he reached the pulse condensation phase. Even the houtian phase or even the fabled xiantian phase would not be too difficult.
But cultivating the martial path was a daily struggle, and time did not wait for anyone. If he did not increase his cultivation as quickly as possible while he was young, it would only become increasingly difficult as he got older.
If he did not use any special medicines or magical objects and relied only on his own diligent efforts, even if he had a solid foundation, it would still take a lot of time. The time that Lin Ming was unable to spend!
He said, "Xiaodong, you go back first, I still have some things to pay attention to."
“Problems? Brother Lin, you are not thinking of selling this symbol paper, are you? ”
Lin Ming laughed and said with a smile, "Don't worry too much about that, I already know how things are." As he said this, Lin Ming had passed several tens of meters into the distance.
"F*ck!" Lin Xiaodong saw that Lin Ming had disappeared and could only curse at his back. He knew Lin Ming had decided his path and he could not change it. Brother, oh brother, please be careful!
Although Lin Ming really had strong desires and aspirations, some things were even beyond the control of the heavens ...
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Although there were many shops in Sky Fortune City, the number that had the qualifications to sell inscription symbols was not many. Including auction houses and trade shows, there were all less than thirty.
In this, Lin Ming had visited most of them, and without exception had been rejected from all of them. He's just a student. Sometimes an apprentice would get lucky and create a complete product, but no one would want to waste their precious weapons on such a dubious product!
Lin Ming was slightly disappointed by this setback, but it did not affect him. In his mind, he knew that he only needed more time and he would see the results of his hard work.
“You want to sell this inscription to us on consignment? Are you kidding little boy? You are very young but you want to do something very dishonest. It can't just be sold. Go, go and don't put me off doing business. You're blocking the way. ”
The shopkeeper of the Hundred Treasure Hall impatiently waved his hand. The manners of a private shop owner are always worse than those of a more professional auction house. Lin Ming did not take this heart too, but as he turned around he saw a familiar face. It was a very pretty face, but she was also reluctant to look at it.
Not too far away from her were two girls wearing light yellow dresses. One of them was the one who missed the promised meeting a few months ago, and had accompanied Zhu Yan to go to the Seven Profound Martial House, Lan Yunyue.
Lan Yunyue had also just arrived, and she looked down at the four sloppy symbol papers in Lin Ming's hands, and thought of the words the shopkeeper had just said. Her dewy skin changed.
Lan Yunyue had never seen the inscription symbol paper before, but even if she had it, she would not link those fairy tale objects with the rough paper in Lin Ming's hands. He guessed that Lin Ming was reselling items .. Some items did not cost much, either, and they will try to buy such items and sell them in the more common lower class markets for price differences. This kind of work had a low advantage, and above all, it was not a job that could get people to raise their heads up high.
The Lin Ming family was not rich, and he had to support the cost of cultivating martial arts along with the cost of daily living. He must have been short of money recently, and therefore tried whatever he could …
With that thought, Lan Yunyue sighed. He didn't know if he should say anything in this situation. He felt as if whatever he said might hurt Lin Ming's dignity, but he also couldn't pretend that he didn't look like him.
Now the shopkeeper had seen Lan Yunyue, and his ugly mug immediately smiled in welcome. From the past to the present, it was as if he was a completely different person. “This young lady, what items do you want to buy? Yesterday you bought a sword; is it easy to use? Oh yes, and what about the young master who accompanied you yesterday, did you come together? I don't see it.”
Clearly the mention of the young master by the shopkeeper was referring to Zhu Yan. Seeing the smile on the shopkeeper's face, Lin Ming also knew that the last time Zhu Yan came here with Lan Yunyue, the shopkeeper made a lot of money.
Lan Yunyue did not think that the shopkeeper would mention the current Zhu Yan, which only made the situation even more awkward and tense. He wanted to explain that he did nothing with Zhu Yan, but he held those words at the tip of his tongue. His face paled and he strengthened himself. She is not a little girl anymore, and she should be clear about these things. Sooner or later she would marry into the Zhu Family, and even though she disliked Zhu Yan, but for her purposes, she had given up on her destiny and had chosen the path of betrayal…
After a slightly more tense awkwardness, Lan Yunyue asked in a low voice, "It's been a long time ... have you been okay?"
"Good." Lin Ming replied calmly. What was in the past was that in the past, he did not want to think about this matter.
Ok? If you're OK, then how did you get there? A fifteen-year-old boy suffers from cultivation pain, while also having to worry about his own livelihood, and experiencing the ridicule of others ...is this really alright?
Lan Yunyue knew Lin Ming's stubbornness, but seeing his appearance like this, she could only urge, "You didn't think of going back...?"
"returned? Back to where? Ha-ha, are you telling me to give up on martial arts?”
"I didn't say that. I'm just saying that cultivating martial arts is harmful to the body. If you don't have enough money to buy medicine, then it's easy to suffer permanent disability.” Lan Yunyue sighed, and her gaze fell on the symbol paper in Lin Ming's hand. “The money you make from reselling a few small items is not enough to support your martial arts cultivation needs. I don't think that you've suffered from anything ... I know that you don't want to listen but I don't want to think that in the future the only thing you will do is lie in bed.
Hearing his sincere words, Lin Ming smiled and said, “Thank you for the advice, but I will not give up. I will never give up."
He raised his hand and pointed to the picture of the beautiful flame on the symbol paper and said, “The path of martial artists is like this flame. Practicing martial arts will only cause pain. The dangers were innumerable and the path was filled with obstacles. Everyone who walked under him would eventually turn into ashes, but true martial artists would be reborn from these ashes. Even if I was just a small and weak moth, I would walk into the fire without hesitation. I will go against my destiny for one in a million chance that I will experience my own samsara and be reborn into a flaming phoenix. And even now, I am no longer a moth.”.
Lin Ming said those words with a faint smile. He put away his symbol paper and quietly left, leaving only the silhouette of his lonely, but proud back.
Lin Ming left the Hundred Treasures Hall like a moth towards the light. This was the heart of martial arts. This is his Dao. He will endure until the day he reaches nirvana. He will not rest until that day he will fly into the sky.