Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 31 The Road to Heaven

The Xuan Yin Dislocation Hand is considered a low-level, unorthodox martial art even within the Yin Yuan Sect. It is the most common and lowest-level miscellaneous martial art.

So, in the following time, Lin Qing digested the techniques while practicing this martial art.

About fifteen minutes later, the pain subsided quickly, and he had completely mastered the martial art.

He could feel a powerful force surging within him.

He had even heard a slight "crackling" sound inside his body just now, which was the acupoints being opened by the flow of qi and blood, and the power was generated spontaneously.

At this moment, if someone were nearby, they would surely have felt that his aura and demeanor had undergone a tremendous change.

His momentum increased greatly, and his body became stronger. The muscles on his arms bulged like small hills, containing explosive power.

Lin Qing glanced around and saw a cauldron as tall as a person next to him. He didn't know where Lin Cheng had retrieved it from. There was a crack on the cauldron, and its surface was engraved with intricate patterns of mountains, rivers, and mythical beasts. It was estimated to weigh three thousand catties.

Lin Qing reached out and grabbed it, using one arm to lift the large cauldron over his head with ease.

"How much arm strength do I have now? Three thousand jin? Five thousand jin? Or ten thousand jin?"

Lin Qing slowly put the large cauldron down, feeling quite pleased.

It's truly unbelievable that he went from being an ordinary teenager to possessing such strength in less than a year.

"My strength now far surpasses that of my peers; even the geniuses of the great clans in the inner city are not as good as me."

"And this is just the beginning. With the Record of Rebirth, my strength will continue to increase at an astonishing rate. Before long, I will be able to grow into a top expert." Lin Qing was filled with anticipation for the future.

"I wonder if I'm strong enough to kill Jiang Baihe?"

Another thought popped into Lin Qing's mind: Jiang Baihe, that old scoundrel, is vindictive and has caused trouble time and time again. If he weren't so weak, he would have killed that old dog long ago.

Now that his strength has greatly increased, he couldn't help but feel murderous intent again.

"Jiang Baihe is also at the peak of Ming Jin, and he should have several powerful fighting techniques. He is much stronger than Chai Rang."

"If I act now, I'm not entirely confident of success. If the assassination fails, there will be serious trouble afterwards."

Lin Qing dismissed the idea; it was still too uncertain. He would either not make a move at all, or if he did, he would make a decisive one.

He also tried to mobilize the Cold Marrow Energy. Each training method, when perfected, would generate a kind of energy. For example, the Eight Strikes of the Spirit Snake is the Spirit Snake Energy. Each kind of energy has different characteristics.

At this moment, he could feel a mysterious power flowing through his body, so he tried to concentrate this power on his right arm. Instantly, his arm became quite stiff, and his skin turned grayish-white and felt cold to the touch.

Lin Qing tried punching the bronze cauldron in front of him, and indeed he felt no pain. This was a major characteristic of the Cold Marrow Strength.

After a while, Lin Qing deliberately dissipated this force, because he found that his strength was being rapidly depleted.

This move is like a trump card; it cannot be used for long.

...

Time passed quickly, and before we knew it, it was already broad daylight.

Lin Qing waited for a while, but no constables arrived. The two thugs had long since woken up from their coma. They were crying and begging for mercy, pleading with Lin Qing to let them go. Their rhetoric was very old-fashioned, both claiming they had elderly mothers and young children to support.

Lin Qing turned a deaf ear to this, thinking it was obviously a lie and anyone who believed it was a fool.

He decided not to wait any longer, and carrying one in each hand, he took them to the yamen. After briefly explaining the situation, Lin Qing made his way out and headed straight for the Soul Suppression Division.

Upon arriving at the mortuary, Yang Feng was not there. Lin Qing was not in a hurry and continued practicing martial arts in the courtyard.

The next morning.

With a thought, Lin Qing replaced the Perfected Profound Yin Dislocation Hand with the equipment in his inventory.

He originally thought that the extra strength and power in his body would disappear.

However, the result was far beyond his expectations. Only the thoughts and memories in his mind disappeared; his body did not revert to its original state, the immense power remained, and the strength did not disappear.

Lin Qing was overjoyed, and many insights came to his mind.

"I see. The Perfect Realm cultivation method will transform the body, greatly increasing physical strength, and this transformation and enhancement is irreversible."

"In other words, as long as I keep collecting equipment and perfecting training methods, my strength can increase at an astonishing speed."

"It takes others several years, or even decades, to master a martial art, but I only need half an hour."

"Isn't it taking off already?"

Lin Qing was overjoyed; he had seen a direct and fast path to the summit.

At that moment, Yang Feng's voice suddenly came from afar.

"Lin Qing!"

Lin Qing immediately approached: "Master, I was just looking for you. This morning, Chai Rang, the leader of the Sanhe Gang, led seven thugs to break into my general store. I caught them red-handed. I have already killed Chai Rang, and I captured two thugs alive and sent them to the yamen. The whereabouts of the other five are unknown."

"I just heard about it. These wild dogs are incredibly audacious. Don't worry, those five won't escape either," Yang Feng said in a deep voice. Then, he glanced around and a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes. He felt that Lin Qing was a little different today; he seemed more robust.

"Lin Qing, have you made another breakthrough in your martial arts?" Yang Feng asked.

"I've made some progress, but I'm still a long way from perfection," Lin Qing replied.

Yang Feng nodded without thinking much about it, because Lin Qing's physique had changed, but it wasn't obvious because he was wearing clothes.

"Hurry up and work hard. Only by mastering the 'Snake-like Strength' will you have a chance to pass the re-examination."

"Yes," Lin Qing replied, then added, "Master, there are too many people around here. Let's find another place to talk. I obtained some extremely important information from Chai Rang."

"Oh? Come with me."

Yang Feng then led Lin Qing to a nearby house.

Lin Qing immediately explained the information about Yin Muhua to Yang Feng, who was also extremely shocked upon hearing it.

"Are you sure Yin Muhua is hiding in Caojiazhuang?"

"I'm not sure, but that's what Chai Rang said. Moreover, the martial art Chai Rang used was the Yin Yuan Sect's Xuan Yin Cuo Gu Shou. I think the information is highly accurate," Lin Qing said solemnly.

"Good, very good. Yin Muhua is a highly skilled and extremely cunning old hag. Even the officers of the Soul Suppression Division couldn't capture her when they personally took action. If your information is true, then you have made a great contribution. You wait here, I'll go find Chief Commander Cheng right now." Yang Feng got up and went out.

He gave further instructions just before reaching the door.

"Lin Qing, don't tell anyone about this, lest we alert them."

"Okay." Lin Qing nodded.

Afterwards, he went home again and took the two elderly people from Lincheng to an inn in the inner city.

If the intelligence is true, the government will definitely take action, and the outer city will become even more chaotic. He was worried about the safety of the two elders, so he settled them in the Cross Inn first.

There are martial arts practitioners protecting them at the inn, and it's located in the inner city, so there's no danger to their lives. The only problem is that it's too expensive, but they have to spend the money. Once the turmoil is over and Yin Muhua is killed, the two elders can go home.

After doing all that, all that's left is to wait.

...

at this time.

Across from the Soul Suppression Division, in a private room of a restaurant, Jiang Baihe and Han Tai sat facing each other, with a variety of fruits and wines laid out on the table, each with a voluptuous beauty in their arms.

"Brother Han, I just heard that Lin Qing killed Chai Rang of the Sanhe Gang?" Jiang Baihe said, reaching out to touch the woman next to him.