Chapter 55

As Yi Yun was thinking, he saw the fat old man take out a tattered yellow paper. This yellow paper reminded Yi Yun of the grass paper used in rural China in the 1980s for toilet purposes. The tattered state of this talisman paper was even worse than the grass paper.

Compared to the "Dragon Sinew Tiger Bone Fist" manual Lin Xintong had given him, the quality of the paper was worlds apart.

Under Yi Yun's skeptical gaze, the fat old man licked his fat finger and used it as a pen, scribbling on the talisman paper with his saliva.

"Done!"

The fat old man handed the talisman paper to Yi Yun, "Keep it well. This talisman from me is not ordinary. You're getting a good deal. Hey, why are you looking at me like that? No need to be overly grateful."

Yi Yun took the talisman paper in silence. It was covered in messy saliva, and it looked like the saliva was about to dry.

Yi Yun had a constipated expression. It wasn't that he didn't trust the old man's abilities; he was just afraid the old man was playing a prank. After all, this talisman was for saving his life!

If he were in a life-threatening situation, like being cornered by a wild beast, and he suddenly threw out this talisman, only to find it had no effect...

The scene was too beautiful for Yi Yun to even imagine. If the wild beast had intelligence, it might think Yi Yun was considering its needs, giving it a piece of grass paper to use after eating Yi Yun and needing to defecate!

"Alright, I've given you what you need. Go and make that dish for me!" The fat old man took out a bunch of pots and pans from his ring, making a loud clatter.

This made Yi Yun marvel. High status meant being whimsical. With such a spatial item, one could even bring seven or eight pots on a trip.

He didn't rush to make the salt-baked chicken but instead clasped his hands and asked, "May I know your esteemed name, sir?"

After all, they had met, and he had received a favor from the old man, yet he didn't know the old man's name.

"Heh, my name..." The old man paused, seemingly nostalgic, "It's been a long time since anyone called it. Since you want to know, I'll stamp it for you."

The old man took out a stamp-like object from his ring and lightly pressed it on the tattered paper.

For a moment, a faint light gathered, forming a red seal on the paper.

The seal read "Su Jie."

"Su Jie?" Yi Yun's heart stirred. This name was quite unique. The character "Jie" (劫) meant calamity or great disaster, and parents rarely used such a character in their children's names for good fortune.

"I will remember this favor," Yi Yun said sincerely. He knew that although Old Man Su was greedy and stingy, he had genuinely helped him, and not just for a few "salt-baked chickens."

Yi Yun parted ways with Old Man Su. Before leaving, he not only made the salt-baked chicken but also wrote down several cooking methods involving alcohol on a piece of paper, leaving it for Old Man Su. In this world, there were skilled chefs, and they could likely make delicious dishes from these methods, allowing Old Man Su to enjoy some good food. This was the only way Yi Yun could repay him.

When Old Man Su left, he also gave Yi Yun some ingredients, as life in the Great Wasteland was extremely harsh.

Thus, as the sun set, Old Man Su and Lin Xintong continued their journey, while Yi Yun's figure slowly disappeared into the mountains, leaving behind only the sky filled with clouds, like a continuous line of fire burning on the horizon.

"Teacher, do you have high hopes for him?"

Lin Xintong asked. After Yi Yun made the salt-baked chicken, she and Yi Yun had a brief sparring session, but the strange sensation in her dried-up meridians did not occur again, which left her somewhat disappointed.

Perhaps it was just her imagination.

Old Man Su shook his head, "I don't have high hopes for him, just admiration."

"His insight surprises me, and his luck is good, but... I can't think of any way to make up for his poor bone structure. To reach higher realms, he needs an enormous amount of resources, which is extremely difficult!"

In this world, countless people aspire to martial arts, but how many actually succeed?

"Perhaps, there are miracles in this world..." Lin Xintong muttered to herself, as if talking about Yi Yun but also about herself.

Old Man Su was slightly taken aback but fell silent.

Yes, miracles...

He was a Wasteland Master, and his requirements for disciples were extremely strict. They had to have excellent bone structure and unparalleled talent in Wasteland Bone techniques. This was very difficult. He had searched for hundreds of years, seen countless descendants of noble families, and taken Lin Xintong as a disciple.

But this disciple, who he found extremely satisfactory, was born with a dried-up meridian, rendering her excellent bone structure useless.

This was truly ironic.

"Let's go... We may never see him again. We won't stay in the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom for long. When we leave, this young man will probably still be in the Cloud Wasteland. Even if he leaves the Cloud Wasteland, it will be very difficult for him to leave the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom. It's too vast."

Old Man Su felt a bit regretful. This young man had high aspirations but was born in the wrong place and lacked the bone structure for martial arts, which was truly a pity.

"Will we never see him again?" Lin Xintong was momentarily lost in thought. She remembered the strange sensation when she first fought Yi Yun, as if her dried-up meridians had been touched.

Although it was later confirmed that this was almost certainly an illusion, Lin Xintong was still unwilling to give up even the slightest hope. Perhaps her teacher could provide some explanation?

"Teacher, there's something I need to tell you..." Lin Xintong suddenly spoke.

"Hmm? What is it?" Old Man Su, seeing Lin Xintong's serious expression, slowed his pace.

Lin Xintong described her sensation in detail. Old Man Su was taken aback. Her dried-up meridians were touched? What was the reason?

He couldn't help but tug at his beard, falling into deep thought.

Old Man Su had been studying the condition of being born with a dried-up meridian for years, seeking a solution, but had repeatedly failed. However, because of this research, he was one of the few people in the world who understood it deeply.

Being born with a dried-up meridian meant it could not contain energy, like a dry well that could not produce water. Yet, Lin Xintong had just said that when she fought Yi Yun, she faintly felt a trickle of energy in her meridians!

Even if this was just an illusion, Old Man Su was very concerned.

"Let's go to the Tao Clan first. Your teacher has already made an appointment with the leader of the Jinlong Guard, Zhang Tan, to gather intelligence about the appearance of the Purple Cloud in the Great Wasteland. After obtaining this information, we will make further plans!"

Old Man Su's main purpose for coming to the Cloud Wasteland was to investigate the appearance of the Purple Cloud, hoping to find some treasure that could help Lin Xintong reverse her fate and mend her dried-up meridian!

As for Yi Yun, it was just a fleeting sensation Lin Xintong felt, and Old Man Su didn't have much hope. However, adhering to the principle of not missing any possibility, he still planned to investigate.

(Recently, some readers have been complaining about the slow updates. In fact, True Martial is still in the public phase and is not slow. In 28 days, True Martial has updated 155,000 words, averaging 5,500 words per day. The book will be on the public shelf until December 1st, with over 20 days left. The public phase content is quite substantial. I believe that modern fantasy novels are too rushed, making them easy to tire readers. I want to write a story with a calm mind. True Martial will strive to depict a detailed and grand world, with the plot developing slowly. I have done my best, and this is the speed. Rushing the updates would not only strain my abilities but also ruin the story, causing inconvenience to readers. I apologize for any inconvenience caused.)

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