The Martial World
E - 16 Lan YunYue

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Within the span of an entire day, Lin Ming had visited two auction houses, trade fairs, 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 Clearness Pavilion, Lin Ming sighed. He did not expect that selling some inscriptions would be so difficult.

But this is just a small setback. The disparaging mockery and ridicule 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 it was Zhu Yan who was mocking him about Lan Yunyue, his poor family background, his lower cultivation, none of these could affect the heart of Lin Ming's martial arts.

He put down the symbol paper and started practicing the 'True Primal Chaos Formula.' Even though he had practiced inscription techniques every day in this month, he could still find 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 a fist that could destroy an Iron Wood, this was proof he was at the peak of first level body transformation, strength training!

Nine stones is equivalent to 900 jins. 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 of the 'Chaotic Virtues Combat Meridians' 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 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 cutting time had reached an extremely high level of proficiency and speed; even a second-rate ferocious beast was not enough 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!

Usually, someone who was slashing who would use the sharpest blade they could, or even an axe or other sharp tool. Deboning also often took a full day to complete a second level ferocious beast. But Lin Ming actually used an extremely thick blade back to cut through. It was extremely difficult and impossible; the blade felt as if it was cutting a solid rock, and every inch required tremendous effort and strength.

This forced Lin Ming to constantly exhaust his physical abilities to the limit while sensing the skill.

Previously, it took more time to eat a bowl of rice than to destroy a second level ferocious beast completely, but now two hours was still not enough time 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 dismantling 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 one night of practice, Lin Ming was exhausted. He completely forgot about the inscription matter and immediately fell asleep.

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After a night of rest, Lin Ming woke up before dawn and headed to his secret place in the Zhou Mountains to practice his 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 and healthy looking boy in white clothes. “Brother Lin, why yesterday did you ask me where to sell inscription symbols? Did you really finish carving some? ”

This boy 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 any inscriptions!

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 that the product was ugly or semi-finished, and if he brought something like that to a trade show for sale, then the merchants would most likely beat him up for being a fraud.

Lin Ming smiled and nodded, "I finished some."

Lin Xiaodong's heart stiffened, "You brought them up for sale?"

“Mm. But I don't sell anything. ”

It was expected that he would not sell anything, these merchants were not fools. Lin Xiaodong assessed his friend with a bit of worry. His puppy's eyes were filled with anxiety as he asked, "Brother 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 on the shoulder, "I really finished the inscription symbol, and I am 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 is really..terrible is also seen!

He guessed that Lin Ming's inscription might be second-rate, or even broken, but this was too much! The paper was a thick yellow color; it only looked like overused toilet paper. Only a fool would buy it. Lin Xiaodong had seen some symbol paper by the inscription master before and they were always bright, clean sheets with sparkling colors.

Lin Xiaodong looked like he had just eaten rotten porridge. He smiled dryly. Oh brother, my sweet brother! He did not dare to humiliate Lin Ming, who might suffer. He could only think of a few hundred taels of material that had exceeded used toilet paper. Lin Xiaodong's heart was in immediate pain. It's a complete 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, sooner or later you will break through the pulse condensation period. Why bother with this? " Lin Xiaodong decided to try the carrot approach to persuade his good friend. The stick was clearly not working.

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 developing a martial path was a daily struggle, and time did not wait for anyone. If he did not increase his cultivation as fast as he could when he was young, it would only become increasingly difficult as he got older.

Hence he needed to make money by using inscription techniques and taking as many shortcuts as he could.

He said, "Xiaodong, you go back first, I still have some things to work out."

“Problems? Brother Lin, you are not thinking of selling this symbol paper right? "

Lin Ming laughed and said with a smile, "Don't worry too much, I already know how things are." As he said this, Lin Ming had already passed several tens of meters into the distance.

"F*ck!" Lin Xiaodong saw Lin Ming disappear 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 a strong will and aspiration, 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, all numbered less than thirty.

In it, Lin Ming had visited most of them, and without exception had been rejected from all of them. It's just that he's just an apprentice. 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 knows that he just needs more time and he will see the results of his work.

“You want to sell the inscription about this consignment to us? Are you kidding me, little boy? You are very young but you want to do something dishonest. It can't be sold. Go, go and don't delay me in business. You're blocking the way. ”

The shopkeeper of the Hundred Treasure Hall impatiently chased him away. The behavior of a private shop owner is always worse than that of a more professional auction house. Lin Ming did not take this heart, but when 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 person who had missed the promised meeting a few months ago, and had accompanied Zhu Yan away 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 hand, and thought of the words the shopkeeper had just spoken. Her dewy skin changed.

Lan Yunyue had never seen the inscription symbol paper before, but even if she saw it, she would not link those fairy tale objects to the rough paper in Lin Ming's hands. He guessed that Lin Ming was reselling items .. some items didn't cost much, and they would try to buy such items and sell them in a more common market, which was not the case, lower class market for price difference. This kind of work has a low advantage, and most importantly, it is not a job that people can hold firmly.

Also .... The Lin Ming family was not wealthy, and he had to bear the cost of cultivating martial arts along with the cost of daily living. He must have been short on money lately, and therefore tried whatever he could ...

With that thought there, 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 couldn't pretend that he didn't see it either.

Now the shopkeeper had seen Lan Yunyue, and his ugly mug immediately smiled welcomely. 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. "

It was obvious that the mention of the young master by the shopkeeper was referring to Zhu Yan. Seeing the smile on the shop owner's face, Lin Ming also knew that the last time Zhu Yan came here with Lan Yunyue, the shop owner had 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 being a little more awkward, Lan Yunyue asked in a low voice, "It's been a long time ... are you okay?"

"Good." Lin Ming replied calmly. What was in the past was 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 suffered from the pain of cultivation, while also having to worry about his own livelihood, and experiencing the ridicule of others?

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 do not have enough money to buy medicine, then it is easy to suffer from permanent disability.. ”Lan Yunyue sighed, and her gaze was fixed on the symbol paper in Lin Ming's hand. “The money you make from reselling some small items is not enough to support your pencak silat cultivation needs. I don't think that you've suffered 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. Dangers were innumerable and the path was filled with obstacles. Everyone who walked there 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 fight my destiny for one in a million chance that I will experience my own samsara and be reborn into a blazing 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 core of his martial arts. This is his Dao. He will endure until the day he reaches nirvana. He will not rest until that day he will soar into the sky.