Chapter 92

There are still nine chapters, the Lu Ding plane ends.

Lin Sha acutely sensed a faint warmth rising from his lower abdomen, entering the belt meridian through several acupoints...

A warm current flowed smoothly through the gallbladder meridian of the foot-shaoyang, encountering no obstruction at all, making the organs and skin in that area feel as comfortable as if they were soaking in a hot spring. △

As the faint warmth moved back and forth through the acupoints of the foot-shaoyang gallbladder meridian, it gradually became more substantial and perceptible.

The foot-shaoyang gallbladder meridian, one of the twelve regular meridians, was thus effortlessly cultivated!

Phew!

Lin Sha slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath, feeling energized despite the late hour, with no trace of fatigue or drowsiness.

What a miraculous internal skill!

He walked around the room a few times, clenched his fists, and a series of crisp joint-cracking sounds echoed. A punch sent a loud air burst through the air, more powerful and piercing than usual!

"Big Brother Lin, have you finished your cultivation?"

Before he could fully savor the new sensations from his cultivation, a drowsy and muffled voice came from outside the door.

"Why haven't you gone to sleep yet?"

Lin Sha pulled open the tightly closed door. The room outside was brightly lit, and the young princess and Fang Yi were seated, along with the steward and the non-duty squad leader. He felt a surge of gratitude and silently noted it in his heart. He approached the young princess, who was yawning and struggling to keep her eyes open, and asked softly.

"Big Brother Lin, it's your first time cultivating internal skills. How could you sleep without knowing the results?"

The young princess covered her mouth with her small hand and yawned widely, her eyes closed as if in a dream, mumbling to herself.

"Looking at your appearance, you must have succeeded. Which meridian did the internal energy flow through?"

Before Lin Sha could express his gratitude, Fang Yi eagerly stepped in, standing between the two and examining him closely. Seeing the sharpness in his eyes and his radiant, joyful expression, she asked in surprise.

"Go back and rest first, I'm fine!"

Lin Sha chuckled and didn't rush to answer. He waved away the steward and the squad leader, as well as the serving maids, and the three of them sat down in the brightly lit main hall to talk freely.

"Indeed, I successfully guided the internal energy through the foot-shaoyang gallbladder meridian, encountering no resistance at all!" After the two women had a cup of tea and some snacks to fully wake up, he calmly and softly explained.

"What?"

"This is impossible!"

This was no small shock. Not only did Fang Yi, who was familiar with internal skill cultivation, find it hard to believe, but even the usually drowsy young princess, Mu Jianping, was shocked and disbelieving.

"Don't disbelieve it!"

Lin Sha chuckled, feeling relaxed. "The external skills I practice are no joke. At my level, autonomously unblocking one or two meridians is no big deal!"

This statement left the two women speechless. They had paid a great price to unblock each of the twelve regular meridians, unlike Lin Sha, who found it so simple and easy.

Knowing that Lin Sha had succeeded in his first cultivation, they were reassured. Under his repeated urging and the threat that lack of sleep would make them age faster, they returned to their respective courtyards like rabbits to rest.

Lin Sha, feeling invigorated, continued to study the changes brought by his successful cultivation, not forcing himself to sleep until the fourth watch of the night.

...

The next day, Lin Sha was in a pleasant mood all day. Everything looked good to him, and he felt interested in everything he did, causing his colleagues and household servants to be quite surprised, not knowing what had gotten into him.

In the evening, he led thirty elite soldiers to Fu Xian Tower for the meeting, curious to see what the Qian Elder of the Diancang Sect had up his sleeve.

Qian Elder was quite accommodating and did not put on airs as the personal bodyguard of Old Wu. He waited at the door to greet them, which made Lin Sha feel at ease.

"Ha ha, it's an honor for this old man that Commander Lin has come to the meeting!"

"Please, please, as a senior in the martial world, I should give you this face!"

The two exchanged pleasantries, and under the guidance of the mediator, Mao Guard, they went to a secluded courtyard in the back of Fu Xian Tower.

The thirty elite soldiers were dispersed around the courtyard, with nearly ten of the most skilled following Lin Sha inside.

"Sorry, Elder Qian, I've had some misunderstandings with the Five Poisons Sect recently, so I have to be cautious."

Despite having already informed him, Lin Sha still apologized as they entered the courtyard.

"It's understandable, it's understandable..."

Qian Neng smiled and waved his hand, leading Lin Sha into the main hall. "The Five Poisons Sect is known for its secretive actions. It's wise for you to be cautious, Lord Lin."

The spacious main hall had only a small, exquisite round table. After a few cups of water wine, the conversation gradually turned to martial arts and the world of the martial arts.

Qian Neng probed whether Lin Sha belonged to any sect, and upon receiving a negative answer, his expression visibly relaxed, and his tone became more friendly.

Although Lin Sha found Qian Elder's change in attitude strange, he wasn't overly concerned. He took the opportunity to ask the old Diancang Sect expert about various matters in the martial world of Yunnan Province, gaining a lot of useful information.

Since internal martial arts also emphasize both internal and external cultivation, and he had been studying and discussing the "Five Poisons Secret Manual" with Fang Yi for the past two days, he had some insights into both internal and external skills, allowing him to keep up with Qian Elder's thinking, making the conversation more relaxed and harmonious.

The two skilled practitioners, one old and one young, got so excited that they immediately went to the open space in the small courtyard and began a sparring session, one with a short spear and the other with a green steel long sword.

Qian Neng, living up to his nickname "Diancang Fast Sword," wielded the light and graceful Diancang sword technique with great speed and agility. His movements were swift like a gust of wind and sharp like an arrow, and his lightness and agility were remarkable. His attacks were like a sudden storm, aiming to overwhelm Lin Sha in one go.

Lin Sha, however, was not the least bit intimidated. His white wax rod short spear moved like a dragon emerging from the sea or a venomous snake striking, bending and changing at will, often achieving the impossible. The sound of powerful air bursts and the clash of weapons echoed continuously, and the momentum of his spear techniques was overwhelmingly fierce from the start.

One was an experienced old hand, the other a rapidly rising young talent; one a well-known Diancang expert, the other a national martial arts master who had reached the hidden strength level of internal martial arts. One had rich combat experience, a seasoned sword technique, and agile lightness, while the other had fierce spear techniques and was flexible and agile in close combat.

The saying "a good general meets a worthy opponent, and a good chess player meets a match" perfectly described the current sparring session.

The spear and sword clashed, creating a flurry of shadows, and the sounds of air bursts and weapons breaking the air were continuous. Their movements were swift and agile, leaving the elite soldiers and even the skilled internal martial artist Mao Guard entranced and deeply absorbed...