Chapter 12

Lin Zheng calmed his mind and carefully sifted through the various cultivation techniques in his mind. Although he had not practiced them, the elders of the Lin and Yue families had forced him to record them. When he was young, every time he caused trouble, the elders would punish him by making him memorize the entire room of cultivation techniques until he had them all down before letting him out!

Thinking about his mischievous childhood, Lin Zheng couldn't help but smile. During those ten years, he had caused countless troubles, making the two families chaotic. Each time, he would be locked in a small dark room with cultivation techniques. After he had read all the techniques and skills, the elders would put medicinal classics, alchemy methods, and secret manuals of all professions into the small dark room.

Over the years, the elders' beards grew longer, and the family's collection of classics dwindled, while he became more and more mischievous. Each time he caused trouble, he would proactively ask the elders to lock him in the small dark room. Seeing the elders' faces because of the lack of books, the young Lin Zheng felt quite proud, as if causing trouble for the elders was a joyful thing. Later, the elders, in a fit of anger, spent a huge fortune to collect countless classics from the three realms and six paths, even obtaining many precious ancient texts and secret techniques through various channels.

Various books in different languages and scripts were piled in a larger dark room. At Lin Yuyan's request, many educational books, thrilling stories, and philosophical insights about life were mixed in. Over the following years, Lin Zheng gradually became more sensible under the subtle influence, and of course, he read all the classics.

At the time, he did not understand the family's intentions, but now he could read the emotions that could not be expressed in words!

Big brother, big sister, my dear family! Where are you? Your little Lin Zheng is back, grown up, and more sensible. Where are you?

Lin Zheng began to shout in his heart, more determined to select techniques from the vast and chaotic collection of skills.

It wasn't until the late night that Lin Zheng slowly fell asleep, with familiar faces flashing in his dreams.

The next morning, Lin Zheng got up early, ate a little, and came to the courtyard to practice the techniques he had decided on the previous night.

First was the step technique, the Illusory Demon Dance. This technique originated from the ancient Illusory Demon clan. It was said that when the Illusory Demons moved, no one could see their steps, and the practitioners moved as gracefully as a dance. In ancient times, eight characters were used to describe the Illusory Demon step technique:

"Among all techniques, only the Illusory Dance is the fastest!"

Lin Zheng silently circulated the technique, his steps changing rapidly, and dust flew in the small courtyard. After a while, he stopped and set up various obstacles in the courtyard, then continued practicing.

"Bang!" A chair fell over!

"Clang!" A water pot dropped!

"Thud!" He hit the wall!

Lin Zheng rubbed his forehead, thinking to himself that although he had the essentials of the technique, he still needed to get used to the steps. As long as he grasped the essence, it would be easier.

"Ha ha... Kid, why are you banging your head against the wall? What's with all the mess on the ground?" A teasing laugh came from behind.

Lin Zheng rubbed his forehead and shouted at the lecherous old man on the wall, "Old man, I'm practicing the step technique. What do you know?"

"Hmph, it's just a small Illusory Dance. I've never heard of anyone practicing it by banging their head against the wall," the old man said with a lecherous smile, scratching his head.

Lin Zheng was speechless and ignored him. He had no time to fool around with the old man. Suddenly, he turned and asked, "Old man, who are you? How do you know I'm practicing the Illusory Dance? Who are you?"

"Huh? Didn't you recover your memory? How come you don't recognize me?" The old man jumped down from the wall, surprised.

"I only recovered part of my memory. There are still many things I don't remember. Did I know you before? But how could I know someone like you?" Lin Zheng said helplessly, still mocking the old man.

"Hmm? Recovered part of your memory? Tsk tsk, no wonder you're a variable! Keep banging your head against the wall, I'm leaving!" The old man jumped back onto the wall and turned to leave.

"Wait, explain yourself! Variable? What variable? Hey... don't go, I'll change your face..." Lin Zheng shouted angrily at the old man as he left.

"Channel your spiritual energy into your legs, speed is the key. You need to understand the word 'break'..." The distant voice made Lin Zheng fall into deep thought. Slowly, he channeled his spiritual energy into his legs. Break? Break through space with speed? The content of the technique became clearer, as if a small person was moving in front of him.

Gradually, Lin Zheng began to move, his upper body still in a state of deep thought, but his legs moved continuously. His steps changed, and when he encountered obstacles, his feet instinctively dodged. His speed increased, and he moved gracefully, dodging and weaving in the cluttered courtyard. Finally, countless Lin Zhengs stood in various corners of the courtyard, but their feet were invisible.

With a pop, like a bubble bursting, all the footless illusions of Lin Zheng disappeared. In the center of the courtyard, Lin Zheng slowly opened his eyes, a hint of joy on his face. He bowed deeply in the direction the old man had left. Although the old man was lecherous, he had been quite good to him.

Next, it was the Thunder Fist. Unlike the Illusory Dance, the Thunder Fist was very easy to practice, as if it was naturally compatible with the family's secret technique. After a few rounds, the sound of thunder could be heard with each punch.

Then, Lin Zheng chose a few more techniques that resonated with the family's secret technique. He practiced them quite well, and he had a strange connection with many techniques. He used them instinctively, without any obstruction, as if he had used them countless times before.

Lin Zheng quietly familiarized himself with the inspiration in his heart. He used more and more techniques effortlessly until his spiritual energy was depleted. Was it because of the missing memory?

Why was his body's intuition more accurate than his calculations? He shook his head in frustration. It seemed he still needed to recover the missing memory.

Lin Zheng sat in the courtyard, regulating his breathing to recover his spiritual energy. After it was completely depleted, it not only recovered but also increased, which excited him. He practiced various techniques until he was exhausted, then sat down to meditate again. This process repeated, and even with his exceptional spiritual awareness, Lin Zheng found it exhausting.

After another round of spiritual energy depletion, Lin Zheng barely made it back to his room and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Lin Zheng began a new round of practice. Today, he deliberately integrated the family's secret technique into various skills. He practiced the Thunder Fist again, carefully feeling the flow of spiritual energy in his body. The energy flowed more powerfully through his arms when he used the family's secret technique. Lin Zheng calmed down and focused inward, discovering that the golden meridians produced stronger energy waves. Why? He observed again, and the spiritual energy slowly flowed through the golden meridians, accelerating as it passed through small patterns. Each small pattern was formed by fine golden meridians, and when the energy passed through, it accelerated, making the small nodes more resilient. This also caused subtle changes in his muscles, meridians, and bones, though very slight, they did not escape Lin Zheng's keen spiritual sense.

The energy flowing out of these small nodes became faster and purer, expanding the golden meridians to accommodate more energy.

To verify this, Lin Zheng took out a medium-grade crystal stone, circulated the family's secret technique, and absorbed the energy from the stone into his body. The golden meridians flashed, and a mixed spiritual energy began to flow. As it passed through the small nodes, it became purer, and the violent energy diffused through the small patterns, slowly seeping into his muscles and bones to refine his body. The pure energy expanded his meridians as it circulated.

Seeing this, Lin Zheng quickly took out all the crystal stones and absorbed their energy into his body. The massive spiritual energy surged into the golden meridians, and the violent force caused intense pain as it spread into his muscles and bones. Black impurities emerged from his body, and the purified energy fiercely circulated in his meridians, expanding them like a knife cutting through them.

The pain was intense, from the inside out, and every part of his body ached. When the spiritual energy was finally absorbed, he felt better. Drenched in sweat and covered in a foul-smelling black substance, Lin Zheng struggled to get up, took a few buckets of water, and soaked in a bathtub. He swallowed a few pills and felt much better.

"Well, this body is indeed weak! A little crystal stone and the secret technique can have a cleansing effect. It seems this body needs a good refinement!" Lin Zheng muttered, dissatisfied. Although he could use many techniques, they were all basic and would be a disadvantage in a fight with experts.

Lin Zheng once again focused on his meridians and found that their capacity had doubled, and the small patterns on the meridians were clearer.

He slowly circulated the secret technique, and the spiritual energy flowed smoothly in his body, like a river that had been widened and cleared of silt. However, occasional pain reminded him that expanding the meridians was not easy. He needed to build a solid foundation.

However, this impulsive action opened a new window for Lin Zheng. The small patterns on the meridians were like amplifiers. The stronger the amplifier, the greater the power. If the amplifiers were not strong enough, they would burst under pressure. The thought of all the amplifiers bursting in his body made Lin Zheng shudder. He realized that he needed to progress gradually. You can't become strong overnight.

On the third day, Lin Zheng only did a simple training session and spent the whole day practicing spiritual energy. He only woke up at night.

Standing in the courtyard, Lin Zheng looked up at the night sky. Tomorrow was the final test. Let the Wu Kong Sect witness his rise!

Lin Zheng's eyes burned with fierce determination. The name of a waste no longer belonged to him. Let everyone see that the son of a genius can still have his own sky after ten thousand years!

From now on, let's fight!!!

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