SWDnovel Chapter 19: Revisiting Yong'an City.
Chapter 19: Revisiting Yong'an City.
Ultimately, his martial arts foundation was too weak.
The Sixty-Four Forms of Free and Easy Body Movements he displayed were not only less graceful than those of Xuanqing Daoist, but they also could not be sustained for long before he was forced to stop due to exhaustion.
"Ugh!"
Bai Chen sighed.
Although his lightness skill was quite good, his training in the flesh-refining stage of the "Health-Nourishing Stance Exercise" was extremely disappointing.
There has been progress, but it has been very slow.
Based on the current progress, it will take at least a year to complete the cultivation of the Flesh Refining Realm.
But I only have three to five years left to live, and it takes a year just to reach the Body Refining Realm?
How could Bai Chen not be troubled by this?
As the saying goes, I can bear the darkness until I have seen the light.
If Bai Chen hadn't gotten involved in martial arts, his biggest thought would probably be to make a fortune and leave it to his son back home.
But having already come into contact with martial arts and knowing that breaking through to the Innate Realm would completely resolve the danger to his life, how could he calmly face death?
This was tantamount to giving him hope only to crush it with his own hands.
"If this road doesn't work, I'll take another road. If that doesn't work either, I'll use a bomb to cut a road through."
Bai Chen's eyes hardened; no matter the cost, he was determined to break down the gate to martial arts.
Since we can't solve this on the Martial Continent, let's work on technology in the real world.
He vaguely remembered that when he was browsing short videos in China, he often came across videos from the bodybuilding community.
I know that there are all sorts of illegal drugs in the bodybuilding world that can rapidly increase muscle mass.
Although it can eventually lead to a series of side effects such as endocrine disorders, decreased testosterone levels, and enlarged liver.
But Bai Chen didn't care anymore.
Because these side effects often take many years to manifest.
If he cannot break through to the Innate Martial Artist level within three to five years, he may not even have time to experience the side effects of bodybuilding drugs before his lungs develop fibrosis.
"For the past month, we've been eating dozens of kilograms of beef every day. It's cost us two thousand taels of silver. We're almost bankrupt."
Bai Chen gritted his teeth.
To accelerate his cultivation, he not only ate expensive beef, but also the finest cuts of beef shank.
In this martial arts world with low productivity, beef is not cheap, and beef shank is the price of a Ferrari among Ferraris.
Even under these circumstances, progress remains so slow.
Clearly, continuing to cultivate would be pointless.
Why not go back to the real world and take a gamble, trying out the technology and grueling techniques of the bodybuilding world?
My thoughts are focused on this.
Bai Chen immediately took action.
First, he counted his silver. He had more than a thousand taels left, but most of it was in silver notes.
He planned to go to a nearby city to exchange the thousand taels of silver notes for cash and bring it back with him.
After all, using performance-enhancing drugs in bodybuilding is an expensive business, and you absolutely can't do it without money.
Incidentally, they can also wire some money back to China so that their uncle can transfer their son to a VIP private ward.
...
Qingyun Mountain is a remote city.
The nearest city is two hundred li away.
That is, the canal port county called "Yong'an City" that Bai Chen traveled through when he first arrived in the Martial Continent.
Bai Chen rode a tall horse, a submachine gun hanging from his chest, a pistol at his waist, and two loaded spare magazines.
Before leaving, he had already instructed Han Shuisheng to inform Xuanqing Daoist and Xia Miaomiao that he was going out for a while.
Giddy up!
The horses galloped nimbly through the mountains, the trees on both sides rushing past.
Compared to the slow-moving donkey cart that brought him here, Bai Chen now seemed to have truly transformed into an ancient swordsman. The strong wind generated by his high-speed running made the sleeves of his training clothes flutter loudly.
...
have to say.
The horses we seized after killing the robbers were in excellent physical condition.
In just a few hours, they carried Bai Chen to Yong'an City.
Horses are not allowed to roam freely within the city.
After entering the city, Bai Chen took the reins of his horse and headed straight for the Da Chang Money Shop.
The silver notes he received from pawning the glass beads at the pawnshop last time were exchanged for cash at Dachang Money Exchange.
however.
Unbeknownst to him, just as he entered the city, several men dressed as wandering knights, each holding a scroll of portraits, had their eyes fixed on him with piercing gazes.
One of them, comparing the portrait to the man's features, said in a low voice, "Yes, this person's appearance is exactly the same as what the gang leader is looking for."
He then winked at his companion: "Report back immediately and claim the reward!"
...
Yong'an City.
Inside a gambling den along the canal wharf.
Many dockworkers and passing merchants gambled here, their faces flushed with anger over the wins and losses.
A window in a private room on the second floor.
A burly man with a sleek, bandit-like appearance looked out the window at the bustling scene in the lobby on the first floor, a satisfied smile on his face.
This man is Yan Kun, the leader of the Jiaolong Gang.
Beside Yan Kun stood a thin, pale-faced scholar in a long robe.
The pale-faced scholar held a white paper fan and waved it slightly. He was the advisor of the Jiaolong Gang, who was usually responsible for devising strategies.
This gambling den is one of the properties of the Jiaolong Gang.
As the local tyrants of Yong'an City, the Jiaolong Gang monopolized the city's docks, fish markets, and marketplaces, collecting protection fees, as well as gambling dens, opium dens, pawnshops, and usury businesses.
Even government offices have to give the Jiaolong Gang some face.
Yan Kun was very satisfied with the development of the gang.
The only thing that made Yan Kun feel bad was his younger brother Yan Peng, who had been found dead in the wilderness two months ago.
According to the investigation, his younger brother Yan Peng's last action was to hunt down a stranger named Fei Yang.
Therefore.
Based on his subordinates' description, Yan Kun had an artist draw the appearance of the outsider, and then issued a gang kill order.
Anyone who sees that stranger and confirms the information is accurate can claim a reward from him.
In a short time.
The entire Jiaolong Gang was in a state of panic, and countless gang members would wander around the city and its outskirts with the portrait of that outsider, whether they had something to do or not.
Suddenly, the door to the side room burst open, and a wandering swordsman stumbled in, still breathless, and said urgently:
"Boss, we've found the stranger's trail!"
Before Yan Kun could react, the man had already knelt on one knee, his voice trembling with emotion.
Yan Kun abruptly stood up, grabbed the man's collar, and his gaze was like lightning: "Tell me quickly, where is he?"
"We just entered the city! My subordinate and Ma Er were patrolling the city gate when we suddenly saw the person in the painting, whose appearance and clothing matched perfectly!"
Upon hearing this, Yan Kun's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his heart was filled with surging emotions that were almost impossible to contain.
The pale-faced advisor beside him stroked his beard and remained silent, his gaze shifting as he mentally reviewed the wandering knight's words several times.
"Guards!" Yan Kun suddenly shouted, "Send the order to gather the brothers, each armed, and follow me to seize the man!"
"Master, please wait." The advisor finally stood up, raised his hand to stop him, and said slowly, "This matter still needs to be considered..."