Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction

On the third day, before the residence of the Long-browed Taoist.

"Since you've become a named disciple under your senior brother, you must work harder and not slack off. Strive to become an official disciple soon, so I can be completely at ease."

The Long-browed Taoist looked at Lin Yuan, who stood tall and straight like a pine tree, and felt a surge of pride in his heart.

This disciple, who outshone the younger generation in Baiyan City, had such a mature character, so exceptional, truly bringing him great honor.

"Master's teachings, I will surely keep them in mind," Lin Yuan said as he lifted the curtain of the carriage, showing concern. "Master, the journey is perilous, I ask you to take care. If there's anything the disciple can assist with, just send someone with a letter, and I will rush to help immediately."

The Long-browed Taoist chuckled at his words, staring into Lin Yuan's eyes with curiosity. "Your master has traveled for many years and understands well. Besides, what I'm facing is merely ordinary spiritual essence; I have some confidence."

"Let's depart!"

With that, the Long-browed Taoist went into the carriage, saying to Lin Yuan, "Go back now. When the time comes, I will naturally return."

Lin Yuan looked again at the Long-browed Taoist seated in the carriage with a smile, then silently lowered the curtain.

"Junior Brother Lin, when I return, I owe you a drink; then we'll drink till we're drunk," Xu Ling said from atop a tall horse, fist-pumping with a laugh.

"I'll wait for the senior brothers to return!" Lin Yuan nodded.

Saying goodbye to Wei Junli and others, Lin Yuan watched the convoy leave, then turned towards the Central Hall.

Returning to the Central Hall, today there were no other elders or heads reporting work, making it extremely quiet.

Meng Nanyan sat at the desk, reading a book intently.

"Junior Brother Lin is here, let's begin then," Meng Nanyan put down the book and stood up, slowly unfolding a spiritual map.

Soon, both of their minds submerged into the spiritual map once again.

"Why does this spiritual map, after so much observation, still feel like seeing flowers in the fog?" Lin Yuan pondered in his heart.

Initially, it was a cursory glance, but now with deeper comprehension, Lin Yuan felt increasingly puzzled.

Before his eyes, it was all chaos, unable even to discern the light, as if in the thick fog of early morning.

Only a faint sunspot formed in the sky, enveloped in chaos.

Lin Yuan's mind remained lost in this fog, wandering with no sense of time passing.

"Junior Brother!"

Suddenly, Meng Nanyan's voice reached his ear, jolting him out of the spiritual map.

He paused blankly, looking up at the hall interior, feeling the surroundings had already darkened.

Unknowingly, it was already near sunset.

"How long has it been?" Lin Yuan hesitated, finding it hard to believe.

"It has been full five hours."

Meng Nanyan softly reminded him, though her calm gaze concealed surprise at Lin Yuan's vast accumulation.

For a full five hours, Lin Yuan hadn't felt tired.

She had detached from the map's allure two hours earlier to restore her consumed spirit.

Seeing Lin Yuan still engrossed, she refrained from interruption, yet two more hours passed without him showing signs of waking.

If he continued to observe, his spirit might truly get trapped within the map, unable to escape.

"Junior Brother, such dedication can be taxing," Meng Nanyan warned. "This situation is actually very risky. You're too obsessed with finding that trace of True Spirit."

Meng Nanyan saw Lin Yuan listening carefully and explained, "There was once someone like you who immersed himself day and night in a spiritual map. Eventually, he died."

"?"

A question mark slowly formed in Lin Yuan's mind.

"A brief immersion is fine, but without reminders, if one's spirit is entirely attracted by the map, they may forever be trapped within, even consumed or eradicated by the True Spirit, truly dying."

"Even if the spirit survives by luck, the body's prolonged absence from nourishment, one or two days may pass, but what if it's half a month, a month, or even half a year?"

"Though a martial artist's body is strong, it still can't forego eating, needing to consume earthly and heavenly essence. Deprived of sustenance, the body eventually decays like aging wood."

Meng Nanyan gently massaged her temples, with alabaster fingertips tracing circles, soothing her consumed spirit.

"Now I can remind you, but if you practice alone in the future, you must remain vigilant, never completely lose yourself."

"Gurgle."

Not only was Lin Yuan not hungry, but at that moment, a wave of hunger struck him, feeling like he needed to devour a cow.

"I've learned," Lin Yuan clasped his fists, feeling grateful inside.

Before him, Meng Nanyan seemed aloof, yet her attitude towards him was genuinely protective, spending time and effort constantly attentive.

Seeing Lin Yuan's sincere attitude, Meng Nanyan rolled up the spiritual map, nodding slightly, "I've had meals prepared for you. Eat first, then leave."

"I shan't refuse such kindness!" Lin Yuan clasped his fists again.

Meng Nanyan had already stowed the map, sitting back at the desk, "Go ahead!"

Waiting in the Central Hall dining area, Lin Yuan ate nearly the portion meant for ten people, satisfied with a belch.

The energy depleted in his body was now replenished.

Rising to his feet, he returned to the estate.

Time passed smoothly and unremarkably.

Seven days later.

This morning, Lin Yuan sat calmly within his chamber, eyes slightly downcast.

"I've sent out the news. Now it's just a matter of when I'll be drawn out."

A smile appeared on Lin Yuan's face.

In recent days, nearly every disciple knew Lin Yuan was seemingly cultivating some secret technique, requiring a special herb that's exclusive to a certain family in Jin City.

Now, the herb was already en route.

"The bait is set, now I wonder who will bite. Truly exciting."

"Jiu Zhang got used to magic sect's ice pops, now some poultry would be nice. I wonder if the Fire Crow tastes like chicken or goose?"

Setting aside these thoughts, Lin Yuan's mind once again sunk into the Jiu Zhang space.

"This Roc Swallowing Sun Technique is indeed extraordinary. I've studied it for so long but haven't even glimpsed its depths, let alone harnessing Jiu Zhang's power."

Lin Yuan shook his head, diving into another cultivation technique.

At this time, the Heavenly Candle Dragon Royal Technique was still at the first level, yet his cultivation accumulation hadn't completed refining it.

As the sun rose high, Lin Yuan again let loose his vast spirit energy, soaring into the sky.

"Come on, let's start today's cultivation," Lin Yuan smiled faintly.

"If I master the Roc Swallowing Sun Technique, to what extent will I absorb the True Intent of the Great Sun? Truly something to look forward to."