Cultivation Begins with Skill Points-Chapter 42 System Limitations

"Quick, chase him, don’t let that kid get away. I’ve been watching every day, and in just a few days, he’s earned hundreds of taels. Once we get the prescription out of him, we’ll be rich."

The second wave of people in the dense forest finally caught up. The one who shouted just now was the skinny monkey selling fake secret manuals in the middle of the team.

When the eight of them caught their breath and arrived, they saw five bloody corpses and Zhong Lin in the center, looking like a demon god.

Everyone froze for a moment, staring blankly at Zhong Lin.

Zhong Lin straightened his body and looked at this group of people in front of him, half-smiling.

"You came?"

Gulp!

The skinny monkey involuntarily swallowed his saliva, feeling his legs go soft, especially when he saw the three lifeless heads at his feet.

He wasn’t new to seeing dead people and had seen plenty of beheadings, but this was the first time he saw someone other than an executioner who liked cutting people’s heads off.

"Brothers, go, he’s alone. Capture him, and we’ll be rich. Besides, he’s been fighting for so long, he must be exhausted."

The skinny monkey shouted, and the others, blinded by the promise of wealth, fiercely charged at Zhong Lin.

This time, Zhong Lin didn’t scatter lime but instead rushed forward directly.

Slower than Dong Yan and his group, they had barely entered the martial ranks; there’s nothing to fear.

The one in front must have practiced martial arts, as he leaped into the air, sweeping his right leg straight towards Zhong Lin’s temple.

However.

Zhong Lin didn’t dodge; with a snap, he grabbed the man’s right leg with his hand.

Generally speaking, an arm can’t twist against a thigh, let alone take a strong kick directly. But Zhong Lin not only caught it but also held on tightly, making it immobile.

"En... an initiated martial artist... skinny monkey, damn you."

Once Zhong Lin grabbed his right leg, the man immediately discovered a terrifying fact: the person they were ambushing was actually an initiated martial artist.

He was just a hooligan tempted by the skinny monkey with promises of riches. He wouldn’t dare to rob an initiated martial artist even with the courage of a bear or leopard, but now it was too late.

Crack!

Zhong Lin twisted forcefully, and under five hundred pounds of force, the man’s right leg was directly snapped.

"Ah... mercy... mercy."

In a flash of the blade, the Ghost Head Blade slid gently, and life extinguished.

With a step forward, slightly crouching, Zhong Lin plunged into the crowd like a leopard. The Ghost Head Blade in his hand cut through the void, and in the dark night, all they saw was a white arc flashing by, followed by a spray of blood, and another life vanished.

The eight people in front were all unranked hooligans, at most slightly stronger than ordinary people, making them incredibly easy to kill.

Of course, perhaps it wasn’t that these people were too weak, but that Zhong Lin was too strong.

An Eighth Rank Muscle Strengthening Realm martial artist, possessing five hundred pounds of strength, supported by a system with full-level blade skills, movement technique...

Killing a group of ordinary people was no harder than killing chickens; within a few breaths, everyone was felled by Zhong Lin’s blade.

"Phew! Peace at last."

He glanced around; there were thirteen corpses in total, and the thick stench of blood filled his nostrils, making even Zhong Lin feel slightly nauseous.

"This is no place to linger; I should leave quickly now that the matter is settled."

Zhong Lin’s thoughts surged as he quickly began looting the corpses. freewebnøvel.coɱ

He first ransacked the skinny monkey’s group, finding only some large coins and broken silver, totaling merely three taels of silver.

"Broke fools."

Zhong Lin couldn’t help but curse inwardly, but it was understandable. After all, they were a bunch of hooligans coming to rob him; why would they carry money?

However, he did find a book on the skinny monkey, which seemed to be a martial skill of some sort, but Zhong Lin couldn’t determine its authenticity. Given that this guy specialized in selling fakes, he didn’t take it.

Dong Yan’s group, on the other hand, yielded Zhong Lin a substantial harvest.

Dong Yan was an Eighth Grade martial artist, and the other four were Ninth Grade, not comparable at all to the skinny monkey’s hooligans. Not to mention their weapons alone could fetch a good price.

Zhong Lin didn’t touch these weapons. Weaponry was too conspicuous. The owner of the Ghost Head Blade was just a hooligan, which didn’t matter, but these weapons’ owners were initiated martial artists; who knew if they had connections or family? He didn’t want to risk that.

After a round of searching, Zhong Lin acquired sixty-five taels of silver and twelve Blood Replenishing Pills.

What thrilled Zhong Lin the most was finding five "Bone Strengthening Pills" on Dong Yan.

"Good stuff. These are elixirs to temper bones and advance to the Seventh Grade. It’s a pity his secret martial arts manual didn’t drop."

"Well, in novels from my past life, skills and mysterious items drop when you kill someone, all for the storyline; real life isn’t so generous. Who goes out carrying their secret martial arts manual all the time?"

Zhong Lin wasn’t disappointed; he took his loot and left quickly under the cover of night.

The midnight wind blew away the stench of blood from Zhong Lin as he headed home.

Little Stone was still waiting for Zhong Lin to return before sleeping. Lying on the bed, Zhong Lin stared at the ceiling.

"System."

Host: Zhong Lin

Skills: Bow Technique (full level), Flying Locust Stone (full level), 3D Drawing (full level), Calligraphy (full level), Culinary Skill (full level), Iron Mountain Skill (full level), Instant Kill Skill (full level), Black Tiger Fist (full level), Willow Catkins (full level), Wind-breaking Saber Technique (full level), Medical Skill (full level), Pharmaceutical Technology (full level)

Skill Points: ∞

Two new skills had been added to the skill bar; the former formed by Zhong Lin through learning medical skill, the latter emerged while experimenting with alchemy.

Zhong Lin discovered a non-bug bug, like with medical skill.

Zhong Lin, having transmigrated from a past life, knew the human body was an extremely precise system. Some doctors chose different specialties in treating patients, like the internal medicine, surgery, neurology, dermatology, proctology we often see...

Zhong Lin wasn’t confident in mastering all medical methods; the "full-level medical skill" in the skill bar was more about consolidating what he had learned from medical books like the "Exposition on Cold Damage," "Compendium of Materia Medica," "Essential Guide to Food and Drink" recently, achieving full level in regards to these works.

Zhong Lin also realized that reaching full level in learning a skill simply meant reaching the creator’s limit.

This was the rigidity of the system panel! Unable to innovate, nor surpass the limit set by the skill creator.

But even so, it was already quite powerful.

As he contemplated, a wave of drowsiness swept over him, and Zhong Lin fell asleep.

...

The next morning, the two brothers woke up. They didn’t go out for breakfast but made porridge and boiled some eggs at home.

On the way to deliver Little Stone to Mr. Liu, they noticed more refugees and beggars in the city and encountered government officials and constables maintaining order.

These guys were usually very lazy; when did they start getting up so early?