Chapter 6

"Little Brother!"

On the other side, seeing their companion being knocked down, the other two were stunned for a moment. If they hadn’t seen it wrong, that country bumpkin had used Farmer’s Fist, and he actually managed to knock down Little Brother? This country bumpkin must have had some incredible luck.

After a moment of shock, the two simultaneously attacked Lin Yiming from two directions.

Seeing the two move, Lin Yiming’s heart stirred. Without any hesitation, he naturally stepped forward, raised his hand, and instantly and accurately grabbed the arm of the mid-stage Spirit Induction martial artist in front of him. Then, he spun his body and leaned back, pressing his back against the opponent’s chest.

"What’s going on? How can this guy have such strength!" The mid-stage Spirit Induction martial artist was immediately startled when he saw his arm being grabbed. He was a mid-stage Spirit Induction martial artist and had used his full strength, yet his arm was still caught. How could this be possible!

Before he could figure it out, Lin Yiming, who was already leaning against his back, suddenly shook his back and leaned back heavily.

Instantly, a huge force surged from the front of his chest, like a massive iron hammer striking down. The immense force sent him flying.

His massive body flew through the air for about five to six meters due to inertia before landing and sliding another three to four meters before finally stopping.

This fall made him feel as if his internal organs had been shaken out of place. The ribs in front of his chest were broken by the impact, and a sharp pain continuously spread throughout his body.

He couldn’t understand it. He was a mid-stage Spirit Induction martial artist, using basic martial techniques learned from the martial arts hall, and attacking with a companion. The other party was only at the early stage of Spirit Induction, using the Farmer’s Fist that everyone knew.

His realm and martial technique were both superior, yet he still lost. What the hell was going on! He couldn’t figure it out, no matter how hard he tried. How did that kid manage to do it!

Lin Yiming, after sending one person flying, didn’t stop his movements. As he spun his body, he swung his elbow, which seemed to pierce like a sharp dagger, striking the chest of the other person.

Instantly, a piercing pain shot through the other person’s body, and a massive force hit him. Unprepared, the man was sent flying and landed heavily in the distance!

Defeated, he was actually defeated by someone of a lower realm, using the Farmer’s Fist that everyone knew, and even while his companion was also defeated!

What... What was going on? How did he get hit so hard? And that kid, when he attacked, why did his spiritual energy seem more compressed than his own?

The three martial artists lying on the ground were stunned, not just them, but the old farmers nearby were also stunned.

How did Lin Yiming become so powerful? Wasn’t he expelled from the sect because he couldn’t become a martial artist? How... How did Lin Yiming become a martial artist again?

Not only did he become a martial artist, but Lin Yiming also defeated the three martial artists!

Indeed, heaven still favors good people, and good deeds are rewarded.

Lin Yiming looked at the three people on the ground, groaning in pain, and felt a bit dizzy. He was actually so powerful!

This was his first time fighting real martial artists, and he defeated three of them in one move. The so-called basic martial techniques they used seemed far inferior to his Farmer’s Fist.

And his spiritual energy.

Although he was only at the early stage of Spirit Induction, when he fought the mid-stage Spirit Induction martial artist, he easily caught his arm. The purity of his spiritual energy was clearly superior to the other’s.

The more pure the spiritual energy, the greater the force generated when using it.

If he could so easily defeat a mid-stage Spirit Induction martial artist, what about a late-stage Spirit Induction martial artist? Could he also fight them? He absorbed the spiritual energy of the immortal realm.

While Lin Yiming was thinking, the three on the ground started shouting.

"You country bumpkin, how dare you hurt us! Do you know who we are!" The mid-stage Spirit Induction martial artist, while enduring the pain of his broken bones, threatened, "Let me tell you, we are members of the Sanguan Gang. If you provoke us, you will be dead!"

"Sanguan Gang, what kind of gang is that?" Lin Yiming, somewhat puzzled, turned to the old farmer beside him. In the six months he had been back, he hadn’t heard of this gang.

"The Sanguan Gang is a gang formed by a few martial artists in our village. There are about a dozen members, all martial artists. They usually wander around the village, stealing and robbing people."

"Oh, so it’s that kind of gang." Lin Yiming laughed. They were just a bunch of ruffians. In his previous world, they wouldn’t even qualify as a gang, let alone a small gang. They had nothing.

The mid-stage Spirit Induction martial artist, seeing Lin Yiming silent, thought he was afraid and said, "Now you know the power of the Sanguan Gang. Let me tell you, the two hundred taels of silver you stole from us isn’t our money; it’s the gang’s money. If you steal from the gang, the gang won’t let you off. Give us the money and a few hundred more taels, and we’ll let it go. Otherwise, your village will be wiped out!"

Lin Yiming shook his head, looking at the martial artist, and wondered if his brain was okay. He was still so arrogant after being defeated. Talking about wiping out the village? Not to mention whether they dared to do it in the Da Peng Dynasty, did they even have the strength?

His village, though not large, had over a hundred households. If the villagers hadn’t gone to the mountains to gather herbs, would these three have dared to step into the village?

But how to deal with these three was a problem.

The laws of the Da Peng Dynasty were strict. If he killed these three before achieving a title, he would be in big trouble, and it could even involve the entire village.

Letting them go was even more impossible. If he let them go, they would bring more people to cause trouble.

These three, he couldn’t kill or let go.

The only solution was to lock them up.

Lin Yiming turned to the old farmer behind him and asked, "Old Uncle Xu, do we have any empty cellars in the village for storing radishes and cabbages?"

Most people in Nanlin Village were surnamed Lin, with only a few exceptions. Old Uncle Xu was the only one surnamed Xu, but he had high prestige in the village.

"Cellars? Yes, we have empty ones." Old Uncle Xu answered without hesitation.

"Great, let’s lock them in the cellar."

"Lock them in the cellar? That’s not good, is it?" Old Uncle Xu hesitated.

"There’s nothing wrong with it; it’s the best solution." Lin Yiming said firmly, "We can’t kill them, but we can’t let them go either. If we let them go, they’ll bring more people to cause trouble in our village. Locking them up is the best option!"

Old Uncle Xu thought for a moment and finally nodded, "Right, lock them up, it’s the best option."

Soon, under Old Uncle Xu’s guidance, the injured three were locked in the cellar.

After resolving the problem, Lin Yiming returned home and took out the mysterious small knife again. Since coming to this world, he had always wanted to become a true powerhouse. Originally, he couldn’t become a martial artist because he couldn’t draw in spiritual energy, but now that he could, he had to seize every opportunity to practice.

Lin Yiming held the small knife and slashed it through the air in front of him, but to his surprise, the knife couldn’t move at all, as if it had been stuck in a hard stone. No matter how hard he tried, it wouldn’t budge.

"Spiritual energy... Right, I now have spiritual energy, so let me try using it."

Lin Yiming activated the spiritual energy in his dantian, which surged into his arm, and he forcefully slashed the knife downward.

"Swish..."

The knife moved through the air, making a light sound, but it only moved a little bit.

"Very hard, but it can move."

Lin Yiming saw hope and frantically activated the spiritual energy in his body, slowly moving the knife downward until he couldn’t move it anymore.

"A three-inch gap. If I keep cutting, the immortal energy will run out. I’ll absorb it first, and then continue cutting after I finish refining it."

Lin Yiming put the knife away and began to absorb and refine the immortal energy leaking from the gap.

In just a short while, the immortal energy was completely refined. After practicing the Da Peng Fist, he took out the knife again, activated the spiritual energy in his body, and slashed it through the air.

The knife moved through the air as if it were stuck in steel. This time, it couldn’t move at all.

Lin Yiming, not giving up, continued to slash, but no matter how hard he tried, the knife wouldn’t move.

Finally, when Lin Yiming had exhausted all his spiritual energy, he still couldn’t make even the slightest cut in the air.

"What’s going on? Why can’t I cut it? Could it be that this knife can only cut three times and then can’t be used anymore? Or is it that my strength isn’t enough, so I can only cut three times, and when my strength is sufficient, I can cut more times?"

Lin Yiming was extremely worried. If it was the latter, it would be fine, but if it was the former, it would mean he couldn’t practice anymore in the future.

Lying on his bed, Lin Yiming couldn’t sleep well all night. Just as he was about to fall asleep, the roosters in the village began to crow, signaling the dawn.

Lin Yiming was woken by the roosters, sat up, and immediately took out the knife and slashed it through the air in front of him.

The next moment, a miracle happened.

A gap appeared in the air in front of Lin Yiming, and immortal energy slowly flowed out.

"Immortal energy! I can absorb immortal energy again!"

Lin Yiming was overjoyed, quickly sat up, and began to absorb the immortal energy, then practiced his fists.

In the morning, Lin Yiming used the knife to cut the air three times and absorbed the immortal energy three times. But on the fourth attempt, he couldn’t cut the air anymore.

It wasn’t until the next morning that he could cut the air again.

Lin Yiming realized that he could only cut the air three times a day and then couldn’t cut it anymore.

The next day, he could cut the air again.

Perhaps in the future, when his strength increased, he could cut the air more times, but for now, it wasn’t possible.

He also discovered that after cutting the gap, only a small amount of immortal energy flowed out, and he had to actively absorb the rest.

"I don’t know when I can cut the fourth gap. If I can, my cultivation speed will be much faster. I’ve only practiced for four days and have already reached the late stage of Spirit Induction. If I can cut four gaps, how much faster will my cultivation speed be?"

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Lin Yiming understood that he could only cut the air three times a day and then couldn’t cut it anymore. The next day, he could cut the air again.

Perhaps in the future, when his strength increased, he could cut the air more times, but for now, it wasn’t possible.

He also discovered that after cutting the gap, only a small amount of immortal energy flowed out, and he had to actively absorb the rest.

"I don’t know when I can cut the fourth gap. If I can, my cultivation speed will be much faster. I’ve only practiced for four days and have already reached the late stage of Spirit Induction. If I can cut four gaps, how much faster will my cultivation speed be?"