Chapter 5

Lin Ning repeatedly assured that she would not marry Liu Yuliang to exchange for the village land.

Only then did Lin Yiming put his mind at ease and return to his room. Although Lin Ning was his sister, he did not intend to reveal this secret. After all, the origin of this mysterious dagger was indeed quite strange. Even if Lin Ning would not betray him, the more people who knew, the more dangerous it would be.

Back in his room, he took out the mysterious dagger again.

Since he knew that this dagger could cut through the void, allowing him to obtain immortal energy and become powerful, he naturally had to practice even harder.

Just as before, Lin Yiming held the dagger and made a slash in front of him.

But after one slash, there was no movement in the void, and no crack appeared as he had imagined.

Lin Yiming was taken aback and made several more slashes, but still could not get the hang of it, and no crack appeared. He sat cross-legged on the ground, staring blankly at the dagger in his hand, carefully recalling the slash that had created the crack. His mind gradually merged with the dagger, and he made a light slash in front of him.

"Hmm?"

Just as he made the slash, Lin Yiming's brows furrowed.

He felt it!

When he made the slash, the feeling of all his strength being drained returned. At the same time, the dagger cutting through the air felt like it was being inserted into hard soil, requiring all his strength to have any effect.

After much effort, Lin Yiming finally managed to create a thin crack, and a stream of immortal energy flowed out.

Lin Yiming was not the first to feel this immortal energy, but when he felt it again, he still couldn't help but be momentarily dazed. The immortal energy was truly too comfortable.

After a moment of daze, Lin Yiming quickly gathered his mind and began to absorb the immortal energy.

Although it was extremely difficult to make the slash, the crack it created was almost the same size as the previous one.

The space in front of Lin Yiming only cracked open for a moment before closing.

Soon, Lin Yiming completely refined the immortal energy within his body and then got up to start practicing boxing.

Just as he finished a set of boxing, Xiaohuer's voice sounded from outside the door.

"Brother Lin Yiming, it's bad. The person who came for appraisal yesterday is back with two more people." Xiaohuer, drenched in sweat, ran into the yard and said with a panicked look, "He brought two more people, demanding money and even injured Uncle Liu."

"They dare to injure people!" Lin Yiming was instantly furious.

The martial artist had come to the village at this time, clearly after observing for a long time that the young and strong men were all up the mountain gathering herbs. Now, only the elderly farmers, women, and children were left in the village, making it easy for them to cause trouble.

"Xiaohuer, quickly go and find people, and prepare bows, crossbows, and fishing nets. I'll go and check it out first." Lin Yiming instructed Xiaohuer and quickly ran towards his appraisal room.

Running on the familiar country path, Lin Yiming clearly felt that his speed was much faster than before. He didn't even need to exert much effort; as soon as he lifted his leg, a stream of spiritual energy would naturally flow from his qi sea, spreading throughout his body.

In no time, Lin Yiming reached his appraisal room.

In front of the appraisal room, the martial artist who had been beaten and chased away yesterday was standing with two others who were also martial artists, glaring at a few old farmers.

Since the young and strong men were all up the mountain gathering herbs, only four or five old farmers were left.

Facing the four or five old farmers, the three martial artists laughed and took a step forward. Immediately, the old farmers, who were trembling and holding hoes, shivered and retreated several steps.

"Ha ha ha, weren't you all very arrogant yesterday? Now you're scared like this, you're just a bunch of cowards." The martial artist who had been robbed laughed, turned his head, and saw Lin Yiming.

"Brat, you finally came out." The robbed martial artist pointed at Lin Yiming and said to the other two, "It's him, he's the one who stole my treasure and money."

"It's him!" The other two turned to look at Lin Yiming.

Lin Yiming's eyes instantly narrowed. A martial artist of the same realm could not see the strength of another of the same realm, let alone a higher realm. However, perhaps because of his particularly high mental strength, he could see the strength of martial artists slightly stronger than himself.

The other two martial artists were also at the Spirit Induction stage, and one of them was even at the late Spirit Induction stage. Three martial artists at the Spirit Induction stage, they were clearly not here with good intentions.

After discovering Lin Yiming, the three quickly approached.

"Boy, it was you who beat our people and stole our things and money. You're really not afraid of death!" The late Spirit Induction stage expert, taking advantage of his taller stature, looked down at Lin Yiming.

"I didn't steal his money. He came here for appraisal, and it's only right to pay for it." Lin Yiming replied calmly, not caring about the other's domineering tone.

"Pay for it? What did we appraise that required a hundred taels of silver? And what about the treasure? You also took the treasure!"

As soon as Lin Yiming heard the mention of the treasure, his heart tightened. The water-repelling pearl was not a big deal, but the key was the mysterious small knife. The knife absolutely could not be given to them. It was a treasure that could cut through space and allow one to absorb immortal energy! Such a treasure would drive even the legendary Thousand Realm experts to madness. It was a treasure that could drive anyone to madness!

Immortal energy was incomparable to the spiritual energy of the mortal world.

Only after breaking through the void could one absorb immortal energy, and the immortal energy one absorbed was even purer.

Moreover, breaking through the void was extremely difficult.

Even in the town where he lived, or even in the entire city, there were no known cases of anyone breaking through the void.

Now that he could absorb immortal energy for cultivation, he absolutely could not hand over the small knife.

As long as he could keep the knife, giving them some money was not a problem.

Thinking this, Lin Yiming opened his mouth, showing a row of white teeth, and smiled at the other, "Do you want money? Fine, I can return the money, but you must not cause trouble in our village anymore!"

"Return the money? Do you think just returning the money is enough?" The other clenched his fists, making a series of cracking sounds, and waved his fist in front of Lin Yiming, threatening, "My brother was injured by you. How do you think we can settle this? Without compensating with three or four hundred taels of silver, you won't get off easily!"

"Big bad guy, we won't give you any money!"

As soon as the martial artist finished speaking, a voice filled with anger sounded from the side. A child, about eight or nine years old, suddenly rushed out, opened his mouth, and charged at the martial artist.

"Brat, you're asking for death." The mid-Spirit Induction stage martial artist roared and reached out to grab the child.

"Be careful." Lin Yiming was startled and quickly reached out to block.

"Slap..."

Lin Yiming's hand and the other's hand touched, making a light sound, and he finally stopped the other.

"Boy, you dare to resist!"

The martial artist who had been beaten by the villagers the day before saw Lin Yiming take action and immediately shouted, rushing out from the side towards Lin Yiming. He was a martial artist, yet he had been beaten by a group of farmers, which was extremely embarrassing. Now that he had the chance to act, he couldn't let it go; he had to teach the other a lesson and avenge yesterday's humiliation.

Lin Yiming did not want to directly confront the other. The other was a group of three martial artists, including a mid-Spirit Induction stage martial artist, while he was only at the early Spirit Induction stage. If he could avoid a fight, he would.

But now that the other had already acted, he had no choice but to fight.

Standing with his feet apart, Lin Yiming bent his hands in front of his chest, assuming a standard boxing stance.

"Ha ha, a country bumpkin wants to fight? Fine, I'll teach you a lesson and show you what martial arts are!"

One of the three martial artists, with a deep look of disdain on his face, quickly rushed to Lin Yiming. A country bumpkin actually wanted to fight him; what else could this be but asking for death? Today, he would use the butterfly boxing technique he learned from the martial arts school to teach this boy a lesson.

Seeing the other's punch coming, Lin Yiming's left hand skillfully curved forward, blocking the punch.

"Martial artist?" The man's face showed surprise when he saw his punch blocked. This country bumpkin was also a martial artist? And at the same realm as himself, both at the early Spirit Induction stage.

In the moment of shock, Lin Yiming blocked the other's attack with one hand while clenching his right hand into a fist and delivering a punch in a way he had practiced countless times.

"Bang!"

Before the other could react, his face was hit by a heavy punch, his nose instantly breaking, and blood gushing out of his nostrils.

The sudden impact made the man fall to the ground, his face contorted in pain. He had actually been hit, and the other was also a martial artist! Moreover, this boy seemed to be using farmer's boxing?

The boy's realm looked the same as his, but his boxing technique was more advanced. His butterfly boxing technique was learned from the martial arts school, so how could he be hit by a country bumpkin using farmer's boxing!

Farmer's boxing, also known as the Great Peng Fist, was the boxing technique used by the founding emperor of the Great Peng Dynasty. After the Great Peng Dynasty was established, this boxing technique was popularized throughout the land, becoming a technique that anyone could learn and practice.

Initially, people were very interested in learning the founding emperor's boxing technique, but gradually they found that this technique did not have the powerful effects they imagined and was instead mediocre, with no discernible advantages.

Later, even farmers would practice the Great Peng Fist during their free time in the fields, and people began to call it farmer's boxing.

How could he be hit by a technique that anyone could do? He was using the butterfly boxing technique learned from the martial arts school!

He must have been careless; he must have been careless to be hit. It must be that!

However, the boy's strength was really great, and that punch made him feel a bit dazed!

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