Chapter 92: Oblivion, Martial Dao, Entrustment
“Village Chief.”
“Mm, you’ve come.” The Old Village Chief lay on the bed, tended to by Little Nannan at his side. Seeing you arrive, he smiled faintly.
“Village Chief, you…” The chicken farmer looked at the Village Chief, wanting to speak but hesitating.
“I’ve lived for so many years, I’ve lived enough. Before I die, fighting for a thread of survival for you all, I can die content.” The Old Village Chief spoke slowly.
“Wuu wuu wuu, Nannan doesn’t want Grandpa Village Chief to die!” Little Nannan lay on the Old Village Chief’s chest, crying bitterly.
You made up your mind and said to the Old Village Chief, “This junior has a technique that can extend lifespan. Village Chief, why not give it a try?”
The Old Village Chief looked at you in surprise, then waved his hand. “I have already resolved to die. Don’t waste your effort.”
Gazing at the azure sky outside the house, the Old Village Chief said with emotion, “Rather than lingering on like this, better to die with a bang!”
“Chicken farmer, take Little Nannan out first. I have something to say to this kid.” The Old Village Chief patted Little Nannan’s head, and Little Nannan immediately fell unconscious.
“Sigh.” The chicken farmer carried Little Nannan away. Before leaving, he glanced at you both, shook his head and sighed.
“Come, child, closer.” The Old Village Chief patted the edge of the bed and said to you, “Tell me what the Heaven Mystery Continent looks like now.”
You sat beside the Old Village Chief and recounted everything you had seen and heard on the Heaven Mystery Continent, one by one.
After a long while, the Old Village Chief sighed with emotion. “I never imagined we still failed in the end!”
“Thankfully, kid, you didn’t consume that Nascent Soul Breaking Pill, otherwise your Immortal Path would be hopeless!” The Old Village Chief’s words were shocking.
“Senior, who exactly are you people? And where is this place?” You voiced your questions.
The Old Village Chief was silent for a long time, but ultimately told you. “We are failures, existences forgotten by the Heavenly Dao.”
“As for this place, it is nothing more than a former Outland Battlefield, a Pure Land I carved out.”
Carving out a Pure Land within the Outland Battlefield? You drew in a sharp breath. Just how powerful would one’s cultivation need to be to accomplish that?
“Senior, are you an immortal?” You asked in a low voice.
“Immortal?” The Old Village Chief shook his head with a smile. “Immortals are merely a higher order of life.”
“Kid, remember this well. As long as your fist is strong enough, even immortals must grovel at your feet!”
The Old Village Chief spoke these words with absolute dominance. In that moment, he was no longer the Old Village Chief with his life counting down, but rather a Martial God standing tall between heaven and earth!
“This kid will remember.”
“Mm.” The Old Village Chief nodded, then continued. “These days, I had those three teach you only combat techniques, not how to cultivate and raise your cultivation. Do you know why?”
“Because the cultivation systems are different?”
“Oh? You figured it out?” The Old Village Chief was somewhat surprised.
You scratched your head a little embarrassedly. “Actually, on the very first day I woke up, I noticed this problem.”
“There’s almost no spiritual qi in your bodies, yet your strength is shockingly powerful, especially the power of your physical bodies!”
“Correct.” The Old Village Chief nodded and continued, “We are Martial Cultivators! We do not cultivate spiritual qi, only inner force and the physical body!”
Martial Cultivators? You understood instantly.
“We Martial Cultivators rely entirely on ourselves for all our strength, never borrowing external power. It is quite similar in principle to Body Cultivators.” The Old Village Chief continued explaining for you.
“Those wheat you ate are also a necessary cultivation resource for us Martial Cultivators. They can strengthen your blood qi!”
“Then can I cultivate it too?” You asked curiously. You had plenty of time anyway, and skills never burdened the body.
“You kid, you really are greedy!” The Old Village Chief laughed in anger. “A person’s life has limited time. Remember, biting off more than you can chew is a recipe for failure!”
You shook your head unconcernedly. “It’s fine. My teeth are good. Not afraid.”
The Old Village Chief smiled, then took out a secret manual from under his pillow. On it was written, Yi Jin Jing.
Seeing these three words, you were extremely shocked. Wasn’t this a Buddhist technique from wuxia novels?
The Old Village Chief grabbed your hand and placed the Yi Jin Jing into it. He patted your hand, his expression solemn.
“I hope that after you leave, you can find someone to pass down this technique of mine!”
“If that happens, even if I die, I will have no regrets!”
Looking at the Old Village Chief like this, you could not help but ask, “Is this inheritance really more important than your life?!”
“Young man, when you reach a state like mine, you will understand.” The Old Village Chief smiled, unwilling to say more.
You examined the Yi Jin Jing in your hands and could not help but flip through it.
You gradually became absorbed by this technique and began cultivating it with undivided attention.
The Old Village Chief sat on the bed, watching you throw yourself into training like this, feeling great regret in his heart.
This kid’s talent for cultivation is so outstanding, but unfortunately he practices too many things, too many mixed disciplines!
If only he could focus solely on the Martial Way, then I would have a successor!
Three days later, you ended your cultivation and sensed a trace of inner force emerging within your dantian, above the spiritual sea.
You activated the Yi Jin Jing. This trace of inner force circulated once through your body, and you clearly felt your meridians strengthen!
“Not bad!” The Old Village Chief had already gotten out of bed and stood beside you. Those eyes seemed capable of seeing that trace of inner force within your body.
“Only three days and you can already cultivate a trace of inner force. I truly did not misjudge you!” The Old Village Chief seemed somewhat excited. “How about you focus solely on the Martial Way right now?”
You opened your eyes, smiled and nodded, then shook your head. “I want it all!”
“Sigh.” The Old Village Chief sighed, somewhat regretful.
“Fine. These days, just continue cultivating. When the time comes, I will send you out!” The Old Village Chief waved his hand, shooing you out.
During the day, you went to the Wheat Field to continue cutting wheat.
“Young man, take this. After you leave, remember to leave a legacy for this old woman.” The wheat cutter handed you a technique, tone sincere.
At night, you went to the blacksmith shop to continue forging iron, tempering yourself.
“Kid, take it. Once you’re out, find someone at random and have him learn it!” The blacksmith tossed you a technique and said casually.
After overexerting yourself, you came to the chicken farmer’s yard and killed an adult chicken with raw physical strength, eating the chicken meat to replenish your stamina.
“Little brother, I heard you’re leaving? You’ve eaten so many of Big Sister’s chickens, you have to do Big Sister a favor, right?”