Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction

After exhausting the inner energy and replenishing it with medicinal pills, Lin Yuan once again pushed open the door and boarded a carriage towards the Central Hall.

At Qi Yu's residence.

Qi Yu was standing in the garden, gazing at the rising sun in the sky that illuminated her fair face.

The warm sunlight shone upon her, as if she was covered with a layer of golden light, coupled with the mist of the early morning, making her appear like a celestial being, ethereal and untouched by dust.

But the sound of footsteps broke the tranquility.

The True Spirit attendant watched this scene and sneered coldly: "Miss Qi Yu, Lord Cai will return tomorrow."

"Please make preparations and serve the Lord well!"

Qi Yu, who was immersed in the morning scenery, suddenly turned pale.

"I."

Qi Yu felt a choking sensation in her throat, the pain in her heart rendering her speechless.

"What is destined to come, will come eventually, Qi Yu, accept your fate!"

After some time, Qi Yu sighed softly.

She glanced at the birds flying freely in the sky, then shifted her gaze to the attendant: "I know, just make the arrangements."

The attendant nodded slightly and respectfully retreated.

After approximately the time of two incense sticks burning, dozens of maids entered Qi Yu's residence.

"Miss Qi Yu, according to Steward Liu's arrangement, we are here to help you change your attire." The leading maid said quietly in front of Qi Yu, fearing to offend the noblewoman.

This woman's martial aptitude aside, she was destined to become the trusted concubine of the true successor in the future, a status they could never offend.

Such a person could decide their fate with a single word.

The maids behind her looked at Qi Yu's hopeless expression, puzzled: "Isn't marrying a mid-stage True Spirit master a good thing?"

Such an opportunity was something they could only dream of. But even though their looks were above average, they were still far from Qi Yu's exceptional appearance and naturally couldn't catch the eyes of significant figures.

Inside the side room, steam rose from the bath barrel as four women dressed in sheer robes sprinkled freshly picked petals and prepared a warm bath for Qi Yu.

"Miss, please bathe and change clothes."

The lead maid requested again.

Qi Yu nodded like a puppet pulled by strings. Alone behind the screen, she removed her robe and immersed her entire body in the warm bath.

The water temperature, diligently prepared by the maids, was extremely comfortable. Yet Qi Yu's body shivered uncontrollably, feeling cold as though in a thin robe amidst icy snow.

In the bath tub, Qi Yu stared blankly at the ceiling.

Her mind flashed with faces, those of her mentor, Lu Yanxiu's playful smile, and the dirty faces from her childhood wanderings.

A deep sense of helplessness permeated Qi Yu entirely at this moment.

Finally, a calm face appeared in her mind.

"If Junior Brother Lin were in my situation, how would he handle it?" Qi Yu stared blankly at the beam.

Recalling Lin Yuan's unwavering composure in the face of adversity, tears began to fall again.

"Junior Brother Lin, I wish to break free like you." Qi Yu reached into the water and grasped tightly, but the current slipped through her fingers, and she held nothing.

With dry eyes streaming again with warm tears: "But I can't, I truly can't!"

After sobbing for a long time, the warm bath gradually cooled, and Qi Yu seemed drained of her last bit of strength.

"Miss Qi Yu, do you need help?" The maid asked urgently, startled by Qi Yu's prolonged motionlessness.

"No need, dress me."

Qi Yu's cold voice echoed, and unbeknownst to the maid, Qi Yu had already dressed and emerged.

She opened her arms, allowing the maids to dress her.

The red robes draped over her accentuated her exquisite beauty, so much so that even the nearby maids gazed at her admiringly, repeatedly praising Qi Yu's grace.

Qi Yu responded to their compliments with a faint smile. As if the fragile girl had vanished, replaced by a noblewoman eagerly anticipating marrying her ideal husband.

But only her beautiful eyes revealed an icy chill.

"Junior Brother Lin was right, only by relying on these hands can one reclaim everything lost!"

Qi Yu lowered her head, looking at the exquisite red robes, then raised her head, gazing at her reflection in the copper mirror.

A hint of a smile appeared on her pale face: "Then, what is the cost?"

Sitting at the dressing table again, the maids manipulated her hair accessories, while Qi Yu quietly sat, lost in thought.

Finally, after an indeterminate amount of time, the maids finished adjusting her attire.

"Madam, everything has been prepared. According to the steward's orders, please bear with it today and await the Lord's return." The maid reported lowly once more, retreating behind the door to wait for Qi Yu's instructions.

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Meanwhile, this afternoon.

Lin Yuan retreated from the spiritual map once again. Having learned from previous mistakes, today he followed Meng Nanyan's advice, alert and withdrawing after five hours in the spiritual map.

Meng Nanyan, holding a book nearby, noticed Lin Yuan's timely exit and secretly appreciated it.

She had casually mentioned it yesterday, and Lin Yuan immediately followed through today, precisely on time, showcasing exceptional insight.

Knowing other junior brothers had taken time to master the perception of time passing externally, unlike Lin Yuan who achieved it on his first try.

After exiting, Lin Yuan checked the remaining daylight outside, confirming his grasp of time.

Seeing Meng Nanyan refocusing on her book, Lin Yuan hesitated slightly.

He was still curious and wanted to inquire.

"Senior Sister." Lin Yuan clasped his hands, breaking the hall's silence.

Meng Nanyan, without lifting her head, softly asked: "Do you have any questions?"

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, speaking in a serious tone: "Lately, in my cultivation, I've found True Spirit to be quite mystical."

"Why do so many people focus on cultivating one True Spirit and none strive to cultivate two or more? Wouldn't wielding dual True Spirit powers be more formidable?"

This question had lingered with Lin Yuan, seeking someone to ask.

Yet the likes of Long-browed Taoist lacked authority, likely unaware themselves of the answer. And Luo Penghai was elusive and unreachable.

Meng Nanyan, possessing high status and vast knowledge, seemed a fitting choice.

"Oh, do you want to cultivate two True Spirits?" Meng Nanyan lifted her head, smiling at Lin Yuan.

"Well, not really, I'm just curious. Isn't it possible?"

Meng Nanyan set down her book, fixing her gaze on Lin Yuan: "In fact, there have been attempts in the past, but ultimately... "

"Why is that?" Lin Yuan's interest piqued.

"Cultivating two True Spirits always ends with madness." Meng Nanyan chuckled.

"Madness?"

Lin Yuan bowed his head, pondering.

"The world, perhaps needs a... "

"Madman?"