Cultivation Begins with Skill Points-Chapter 107 Wuyun City

The great sun rises, sweeping away the darkness.

The two people in the deserted temple slowly opened their eyes. Although they hadn’t slept all night, they were unusually excited and not a bit drowsy.

"Haha, Zhong Lin, I’ve refined my liver." Mei Weixuan shouted excitedly.

Mei Weixuan began with his heart, and the liver was his second organ.

"I’ve also completed the refinement of my lungs."

Zhong Lin was also smiling; he had finished refining his lungs overnight, which meant a fifth of his internal organs were done, saving half a month of time.

Zhong Lin looked down at the Five Poison Beast in the jade box. This creature truly was a rare treasure, allowing him to complete the refinement of his internal organs in the shortest time possible.

The most important thing was that there was no worry about the Five Labors and Seven Injuries caused by improper manipulation of Qi-blood.

"According to the book, the Five Poison Beast feeds once every three days. At this rate, by the time we return to Wuyun City, we’ll have completed our refinement of the internal organs. I’m excited just thinking about how surprised everyone will be when we get back," Mei Weixuan said happily.

"I’ll keep the Five Poison Beast for now, and we can discuss distribution after we return to Tianyang City."

"Alright."

Even among brothers, clear accounts need to be kept, especially with such a precious item that could determine the rise and fall of a faction. Naturally, the distribution requires careful discussion, but ultimately, the forces behind them will decide. Their role is to utilize the Five Poison Beast to cultivate well and maximize their benefits.

After extinguishing the remaining flames of the campfire, the two didn’t linger much and set off on their horses.

Throughout the journey, Mei Weixuan didn’t indulge in sightseeing or visiting brothels; instead, he and Zhong Lin searched everywhere for food for the Five Poison Beast.

It was already November by then, and though it wasn’t freezing cold, a fierce north wind was blowing, making it difficult to find scorpions, centipedes, and the like.

But there’s nothing money can’t solve in this world; essentially, everything is manageable. Both of them had no shortage of money, so at every place they visited, they paved the way with gold, even digging out snakes and toads from hibernation.

Thus, with intermittent travel over half a month, the Five Poison Beast secreted poison five times. With this Five Poison Liquid, Zhong Lin completed the refinement of his kidneys and liver, while Mei Weixuan completed his lung refinement and even partly refined his kidneys. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

At this point, Zhong Lin had completed three-fifths of his internal organ refinement, while Mei Weixuan was ahead, just starting his fourth.

This made Mei Weixuan curse in anger, as Zhong Lin, who was originally behind, had caught up and even seemed to be overtaking him.

Especially with Zhong Lin’s light remark, "I’m a genius," which almost made him withdraw into himself.

"We’ve reached Wuyun City."

Before even entering the city, they saw a huge stone monument standing at the city gate, which passersby instinctively stopped to look at.

Mei Weixuan explained, "This monument is a symbol of Wuyun City and has a history of thousands of years. It is said that a general from the previous dynasty battled here and set it up as a commemorative monument. It took over a hundred craftsmen to carve this stone."

"Afterward, it suffered some damage during wars, but a large part remains, becoming a symbol of Wuyun City."

Zhong Lin nodded.

He deliberately went to the front of the monument to look up, but unfortunately, the carvings and inscriptions were already blurred and indistinct, only vaguely showing scenes of soldiers battling.

Among the crowd, a young man with the Hundred Herbs Hall emblem on his chest saw Zhong Lin and smiled, quickly running over.

"Greetings, young master."

Zhong Lin also recognized him as someone from the Hundred Herbs Hall Guard Team.

"Er Xi, how long have you been here?"

Seeing who it was, Zhong Lin also wore a smile.

"Answering young master, we arrived three days ago and are staying at the Hundred Fragrance House. I was sent to wait for you and Young Master Mei at the gate," Er Xi said respectfully.

"Have our Mei family members arrived?"

"Yes, Young Master Mei, they’ve arrived and are also staying at the Hundred Fragrance House."

"What are we waiting for then? Lead the way! I need a good wash; I’m stinking."

"Yes, young master, please."

Under Er Xi’s guidance, the two stepped into Wuyun City.

Due to the Treasure Pavilion, Wuyun City was particularly crowded, at least several times more than Tianyang City, and everyone coming and going was tall and strong, with powerful muscles, wielding weapons. Some even had strong qi and blood, clearly having consolidated their Qi-blood to become Middle Third Grades Martial Artists.

Ka-ka-ka!

A sound of orderly marching came from the other end of the street. Zhong Lin looked up and saw a hundred-man squad of soldiers, each wearing yellow armor and wielding long spears, exuding powerful strength.

"Young master, because so many martial artists came to Wuyun City for the Treasure Pavilion, these soldiers were sent to maintain order," Er Xi explained.

Zhong Lin frowned and asked curiously, "Can they manage?"

The soldiers seemed well-equipped, but on closer inspection, most were ordinary, just larger and stronger, with only a few leaders being Martial Artists but not having consolidated their Qi-blood.

With the arrogance of those martial artists from Jianghu, how could they possibly be intimidated by these soldiers?

"Young master, their main task is to manage the commoners in the city."

Boom!

A loud noise came from afar as a figure fell from a rooftop, crashing heavily into a market stand and destroying most of the goods under the impact.

A robust monk with a string of large prayer beads around his neck followed, leaping down from the rooftop and bulling his way through the crowd.

"Wang Lingshuang, let’s see where you can run this time?"

Wang Lingshuang got up from the ground, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, and cursed, "Damn bald donkey, I just killed a couple of civilians, and you’ve been chasing me for half a month. Those civilians have nothing to do with you, so why keep pursuing me?"

"Hmph! Wang Lingshuang, for your wanton slaughter of innocents, if Heaven won’t claim you, then Buddha will. Great Vajra Palm!"

The monk stomped and struck with his palm.

Boom!

A terrifying power instantly struck. The monk’s palm faintly glowed golden under the sunlight.

Wang Lingshuang’s face changed dramatically. He didn’t dare to resist and turned to flee.

But the monk was faster, striking him right on the back.

Suddenly, Wang Lingshuang staggered as if hit by a heavy blow.

Pfft!

Spitting blood, he stumbled forward a few steps and then collapsed, his life or death unknown.

The surrounding crowd scattered in panic.

The monk walked over, looked at Wang Lingshuang, recited a Buddhist chant, and said coldly, "Amitabha, Heaven-spawned misfortunes can be lived through, self-made misfortunes cannot. You slaughtered innocent civilians in the past; dying by Buddha’s hand can be considered your redemption."

With that, he turned and left, leaving behind a mess and a corpse.

The surrounding commoners and the damaged merchants could only watch helplessly as the monk left, not daring to express any dissatisfaction.

Clang clang clang!

The patrolling guards arrived belatedly, expertly removing the body and advising the merchants not to provoke those martial artists.

No compensation was mentioned — neither from the monk nor the patrolling guards. All losses were borne by the merchants themselves, illustrating the plight of the common people.

Of course, this is also the privilege of martial artists, for this is a world where power lies with the individual. Isn’t that what martial arts cultivation is all about?