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Chapter 104: Chapter 99 Chen Jie: Yu Biao Invites Me to Dinner?

There were no words spoken overnight, and by the early morning of the next day, Su Yunjin had risen early to help the Bai Family with breakfast.

Living in someone else’s house often required one to be more diligent than at one’s own home. It wasn’t reasonable to wait for ready-made meals every day, as no one would appreciate that for long.

Su Yunjin was intelligent, therefore she was busy helping out daily, and the Bai Family liked her very much.

“Ah!”

Early in the morning, Wu Hong left the house. He had seen Chen Jie practicing martial arts in the courtyard the night before; however, his injuries hadn’t healed so he couldn’t rashly exercise, so he had to endure it. Nevertheless, he was restless, but fortunately, his master had transmitted a form of Inner Strength to him.

Thus, he had practiced Inner Strength all night long.

Inner Strength was a necessary Cultivation Technique to enter Energy Transformation.

Without practicing Inner Strength, it was fundamentally impossible to enter Energy Transformation.

Martial Arts had four initial stages: Skin, muscles, tendons, and bones.

The skin and muscles represented Ming Jin.

The tendons and bones represented the Dark Force.

Further practice involved cultivating the internal organs and blood marrow, which was for Energy Transformation.@@novelbin@@

To cultivate the internal organs and blood marrow, one couldn’t rely on lifting millstones or practicing strength through such activities.

After all, you couldn’t expect a person to lift barbells every day.

Therefore, to practice one’s internal organs, one could only rely on Inner Strength.

Inner Strength was essentially a manipulation of Qi, and once Inner Strength was cultivated, it could constantly flush the internal organs, strengthening them.

Much like how holding one’s breath while swimming can exercise lung capacity.

This was one of the simplest techniques for practicing one’s internal organs.

However, this could only exercise the lungs, while it was hard to exercise other organs with this external force, such as the liver.

Using Inner Strength to cultivate and nurture Qi could then be used to attempt strengthening the internal organs.

This was the fundamental prerequisite for entering Energy Transformation.

Chen Jie had practiced martial arts all night, but he was still in good spirits. He chatted with Wu Hong for a bit and took the opportunity to exchange and confirm some thoughts that he had from the previous day.

Wu Hong was very strong and at a Dark Force Level.

This level might be nothing in front of an Energy Transformation Master, but it was more than enough to guide Chen Jie, who was at the Ming Jin Skin Buff Realm.

Thus, Chen Jie voiced his questions, and Wu Hong answered them based on his understanding from which Chen Jie greatly benefited.

It must be said that in the world of Wealth Partners, the guide was never lacking and even had deep fortune, much better than the general Sect disciples.

You see, Chen Jie had, during his cultivation process, first been enlightened by Wu Hong.

Then he received directions from Ni Wenjun standing at an extremely high level, allowing Chen Jie to solidify his foundation, and even planning Chen Jie’s future path.

It was a path designed by Ni Wenjun, who was above the Energy Transformation level, which could allow Chen Jie to avoid many detours.

For the next few days, he stayed with Wu Hong, who could solve the small problems he encountered, providing the most appropriate guidance.

It could be said that Ni Wenjun was the master engineer on Chen Jie’s martial path, designing the blueprint for his Dao Path of martial arts and setting the direction!

Wu Hong, then, was like a team responsible for guiding the actual construction on site.

Dealing with specific minor issues that arose during the construction process.

And these little issues, for someone of Ni Wenjun’s level of master engineer, might seem idiotic.

It was like asking a top mathematician how to solve elementary math problems.

They are likely to not give the simplest method.

But if you took such a problem to a middle schooler, like Wu Hong, he could give the most appropriate answer, as he had just tackled it himself.

Thus, in the process of inquiring, Chen Jie made significant progress.

After completing the problem-solving session that day, everyone gathered together to eat. At this time, Daisy sat next to Doctor Bai, having been following him for several days, and Doctor Bai seemed to have found the joy of mentoring a disciple.

He even began teaching the little fellow to recognize medicinal herbs.

Currently, the little fellow’s knowledge of medicinal herbs was this: this one tastes bad, that one has a strange flavor, this one numbs the mouth after eating, requiring another herb to relieve the numbness!

Due to the little fellow’s gluttony, Doctor Bai didn’t dare leave her in his herbal room for a moment; he was afraid she might poison herself.

During this process, Doctor Bai began to teach the little fellow about medicinal herbs.

Gradually, a great interest arose, and he rediscovered the pleasure of educating a disciple.

Doctor Bai remarked that Wu Zhong was a fool, coupled with his youth, which made teaching him impatient and a bad experience.

Chen Jie, being too smart and having a solid foundation, often understood with a single point, lacking the nurturing experience.

Ah, Daisy was interesting—knowing nothing and yet daring to try anything, very smart, understanding from a single explanation which two herbs could counteract each other’s toxic effects.

The experience was superb; this was a student he should be teaching as a teacher.

As for Wu Zhong and Chen Jie, they were merely two failures.

Thus, Doctor Bai was quite enamored with the thrill of teaching.

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The meal ended quickly, and feeling satisfied, Chen Jie summoned Chen Xiaohu and had him take some of the fishery staff to the Reed Marsh to set some nets, hoping to catch a Bull Horn Shrimp.

However, after a busy day, they caught nothing.

Yet Chen Jie was not discouraged; as long as they persevered, they would surely reap rewards.

Just so, unbeknownst four days had passed.

That day a significant incident occurred, which was causing a stir throughout Xiantao Town.

The specific content was: Master Yu had killed a wild boar with a palm strike!

Yes, Master Yu had killed a wild boar with a palm strike.

Usually, this act of killing a wild boar wasn’t much to boast about as typically, seven or eight hunters, equipped with bows, spears, and nets, could potentially hunt a wild boar.

But slaying with a palm was not something an ordinary person could achieve.

Even a regular martial artist couldn’t manage it.

Wild boars, with their tough skin and strong flesh, possessed terrifying combat abilities.

In the old forest, there was a ranking called “Boar, Bear, Tiger!”

This referred to the level of danger these fierce beasts posed to humans.

Wild boar was the most formidable!

Especially a boar weighing over 800 pounds, with nearly half a meter long tusks, and a body wrapped in thick pine oil and mud—the grand black boar!

The danger was simply explosive.

When Wu Song fought the tiger, the tiger was pretty smart and would flee when hurt!

But wild boars were too fierce; if you injured them, they’d literally fight you to death.

And its body coated in the pine oil and mud, even a hunting rifle couldn’t penetrate, while its dreadful tusks could easily pierce a person through.

Especially this kind of 800-pound behemoth, even tigers wouldn’t dare provoke it lightly.

Yet Yu Biao had slain it barehanded.

The impact of that was equivalent to Wu Song fighting the tiger!

Although the wild boar didn’t have as fearsome a name as the tiger, its combat abilities were almost as terrifying!

And the incident unfolded like this.

After Yu Biao finished his retreat, he came out to attend Master Yu’s funeral, preparing to bury him in their ancestral grave at a feng shui site in Dahei Mountain.

Just upon reaching Black Mountain, they were blocked by a wild boar.

The funeral procession was startled at the sight of this boar, its body weighing 800 pounds and armored with a ‘coat of mail’, sporting two razor-sharp tusks, instantly sending chills down everyone’s spine.

Normally, such wild animals should be fearful of humans.

But this boar, upon seeing the people, was not scared at all; on the contrary, it got excited and charged at the crowd.

Scared, the funeral attendees scattered, and Master Yu’s coffin was dropped, only for the boar to smash into it, collapsing a nearly eight-inch thick wooden panel, chilling all onlookers.

And the big boar was dizzied by the impact, but being brainless and shaking, the pain only made it more agitated.

It kept ramming the coffin, nearly breaking it open to reveal the corpse.

Unable to hold back any longer, Yu Biao charged forward; someone handed him a knife, but after slicing the boar several times, the blade chipped with no significant injury inflicted on the beast.

The boar skin, enveloped in pine oil and mud, could even resist bullets; a knife could hardly make a scratch.

Finally, when the knife broke, Yu Biao truly infuriated, saw his chance and delivered a Heart Shattering Palm strike squarely on the big wild boar.

The Heart Shattering Palm was awesome—it had an effect similar to ‘punching through mountains’; if your armor is thick, I strike your internal organs.

A single palm strike caused the 800-pound wild boar to stiffen where stood, blood streaming from its nostrils.

In a short while, the entire giant boar collapsed like a small mountain.

With this single strike, the onlookers saw him almost as a deity; truly impressive!

The news of Yu Biao killing the wild boar with his palm spread at once.

Instantly, Yu Biao’s reputation greatly soared!

Killing an 800-pound wild boar with a single strike—wherever this tale went, it was a prodigious feat.

It was a story worth spreading far and wide.

And that same afternoon, Yu Biao ordered preparations for a wild boar feast at the front of the Yu Family gambling house the next day.

He invited the whole town to come and enjoy the pork.

The news shocked the entire Xiantao Town.

Pork! Yu Biao was actually inviting everyone to feast on pork—how unheard of.

Some even dubbed the wild boar feast as a gala to consolidate power and shock!

The battle for the Village Chief was about to begin, and this was clearly a move to establish authority and momentum!

Moreover, crucially, Yu Biao personally sent people to Wu Zhong’s and Chen Jie’s families with invitations, requesting their presence early the next morning to savor the pork.

The Bai Family!

Two invitations lay on the table.

Doctor Bai sat at the head seat, with Wu Zhong, Wu Hong, and Chen Jie beside him.

The Bai women and Su Yunjin sat not far off, embroidering, while Daisy ran around the yard chasing dragonflies.

Such carefree childhood days were truly wonderful.

“Let’s hear your thoughts!”

Doctor Bai sat there, opened the invitation, and read one of them:

“Brother Wu Zhong, I, your humble brother, hunted a wild boar yesterday and wish to hold a wild boar feast tomorrow at noon to repay our fellow villagers. Please bring your family to join the banquet, Yu Biao!”

Doctor Bai then looked at the other invitation.

“To dear Jiu Si, I have long heard my son speak of your heroic deeds. Unfortunate not to meet sooner, yesterday I hunted a wild boar and am arranging a wild boar feast tomorrow at noon. Please come and honor the feast with your heroic presence, Yu Biao!”

After reading both invitations,

Doctor Bai said, “Zhong’er, you first.”

Hearing this, Wu Zhong said, “Father, he’s trying to establish his power now!”

“By inviting our entire family, if I don’t go, people will talk, and we, the Fishing Guild, will naturally appear weaker compared to his Guild Cao. In a few days, at the battle for Village Chief, if we lose to him again, he’ll be able to boast even more, while our Fishing Guild’s reputation will plummet!”

Doctor Bai said, “Hmm, you make a good point. But if he just wanted to undermine our prestige, inviting you alone would suffice. Why send a separate invitation to Jiu Si?”

After all, in the eyes of these important figures, Jiu Si was still a nobody.

Hearing this, Wu Zhong frowned, pondered for a moment, and then said, “Father, do you think he might know that it was Jiu Si who killed his son and rescued me that day?”

“Hmm? You mean a trap like the Banquet at Hongmen?”

Doctor Bai inquired, intrigued!