[Insect Repellent Medicine]
Description: A special powder made from eight kinds of medicinal materials. It can repel snakes, insects, rats, and ants. It also has some effect on beasts with a keen sense of smell.
Quantity: 5
Points: 10
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[Body Refining Skill]
Description: A beginner cultivation technique for Martial Artists. Cultivating it can increase one's physical strength to a certain degree.
Grade: Beginner
Requirement: Lower Three Grades
Points: 300
[Note: Can be upgraded with Points.]
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Looking at the two items he wanted, Cheng Zongyang didn't hesitate to buy both the Cultivation Technique and the Insect Repellent Medicine. His Points decreased accordingly.
339 → 29
"Two hard days' worth of Points, gone in an instant."
It felt just like spending a freshly paid salary in the blink of an eye.
Cheng Zongyang didn't have time to feel the sting, instead looking at the counter.
As a result, five palm-sized medicine packets and a ball of white light appeared on it.
'Is it that simple?' Cheng Zongyang stared intently at the ball of light, his eyes burning with desire!
Immediately, he reached out and grabbed it.
The moment his hand made contact, the ball of light flowed like a stream of light along his fingers and into his body.
Immediately after, a great deal of information about the Body Refining Skill flooded his mind.
There was nothing obscure or difficult to understand, only detailed instructions.
What kind of training stances to use for rapid mastery, when to use medicinal aids, how to channel one's strength, and so on.
It even included three detailed medicinal bath formulas.
It was an extremely detailed Martial Arts Technique.
It was as if all of this was the result of his own years of personal research. As long as he followed this method, there would be no obstacles at all!
'These three hundred Points were so worth it!' Cheng Zongyang's eyes shone.
Finally, he learned that the Cultivation Technique's limitation could be upgraded with Points.
It didn't raise his Martial Arts Realm, but rather the Grade limitation of the Cultivation Technique itself.
But the minimum number of Points required was in the thousands!
'I can't even think about it right now. I can't afford it!'
Calming the excitement in his heart, he looked at the Long Saber.
"I'm still 71 Points short. I'll buy you tomorrow!"
Cheng Zongyang muttered to himself and then began to organize his things.
It was already past noon, and he still had to go to the county town to take care of some things. He also needed to buy the ingredients for a medicinal formula from his second uncle.
The three formulas corresponded to three different Realms, each providing a supportive boost.
While organizing his things, he also kept an eye on the roasting meat.
Half an hour later, Cheng Zongyang had eaten and drunk his fill. He looked at the sorted items in the small cabin, quite satisfied.
One pile to sell, one pile to store, and one pile for home.
'This place is too cramped. I need to build a warehouse.'
Looking at the cabin floor, which was so cluttered it was hard to find a place to step, Cheng Zongyang had the idea of building a small warehouse.
But he lacked many tools and planned to buy some in the county town.
Shouldering his back basket, Cheng Zongyang left the Wilderness World.
Reappearing behind the rock, he scanned his surroundings. Seeing no one, he took out the stretcher.
Then, he used hemp rope to tightly bind the mountain pheasant, Black Panther, snake, and other things to the frame.
The Medicinal Materials were placed in the back basket.
He didn't take out the old ginseng, deciding to save it and see what to do with it later.
Perhaps because everyone had gone into the Inner Mountain, Cheng Zongyang didn't see any other villagers on his way down. This saved him the trouble of having to answer a lot of prying questions.
However, just as he was entering the village, he ran into two people who made him frown.
"Cheng Zongyang, what's that behind you?"
With a loud shout, two men in their early twenties, who had been loitering at the east entrance of the village, quickly ran up and blocked Cheng Zongyang's path.
"It's a panther!!" the other man exclaimed after walking behind Cheng Zongyang to get a look.
"Jin Yongsheng, Jin Yongmin, are you looking for trouble?" Cheng Zongyang asked, looking at them with a calm expression.
Due to his mental age, after taking over the original owner's body, he had basically cut off all contact with the children his own age.
He didn't have much to say even to those a few years older than him.
Although some of the younger generation had tried to bully him, after he taught them a lesson a few times, it put an end to any ideas his peers in the village had of messing with him.
The ruthlessness he had shown in the past two years, in particular, had made these people both fearful and wary of him. But because of this, his family had been isolated by the local Jin clan.
Cheng Zongyang was happy with the peace and quiet, preferring to keep to himself.
As for the two in front of him now, even though they were just a couple of loafers from the village, he didn't want to make things ugly. After all, they were the village chief's two young grandsons. Still, he had beaten them up once before.
"You must have hunted this with my dad and the others, right? Quick, just hand it over to us. The two of us are here waiting to take it off your hands. The merchant from the county is at my house right now."
Jin Yongsheng said excitedly, reaching out to grab the vines on Cheng Zongyang's pack.
He hadn't expected them to have killed a panther, on top of all the other mountain goods. They were going to make a fortune.
"Sorry, I hunted this myself. Move," Cheng Zongyang said, raising his left hand to grab Jin Yongsheng's wrist and staring at him coldly. With his right hand, he drew his Firewood Knife.
Jin Yongmin, who was standing by the wooden frame, was so frightened by Cheng Zongyang's actions that he quickly backed away.
Only then did Jin Yongsheng remember that Cheng Zongyang was a ruthless person.
At nine years old, he had beaten the other kids his age in the village so badly that none of them dared to provoke him. Later, the two of them, relying on their older age and greater height, had wanted to stand up for their little brothers in the village.
In the end, a nine-year-old kid had thrashed two fifteen-year-old "adults" and had even come close to pulling a knife. It was utterly humiliating.
From then on, no one dared to provoke him, and no one would hang out with Cheng Zongyang anymore.
"Wh-what are you doing? Don't do anything reckless! This is a major village affair. What are you trying to pull?" Jin Yongsheng said, trying to sound tough while suppressing his fear.
Cheng Zongyang pushed his hand away, sending him stumbling backward. He said calmly:
"My family didn't participate in the adults' hunt. I got this myself. Don't waste my time, or I'll break your legs!"
Not bothering to deal with them any further, he headed straight for home.
"That kid is a real freak!"
Jin Yongmin walked up to his cousin and murmured, "That stuff on the stretcher must weigh two or three hundred pounds, right? He's dragging it as easily as a pile of hay."
Jin Yongsheng rubbed his wrist, a vicious look in his eyes. "That bastard is getting more and more arrogant! I have to find a chance to teach him a lesson!"
Hearing this, Jin Yongmin seemed to recall the humiliating disaster from a few years ago and shook his head.
"Cousin, don't stir up trouble. Ever since that kid was rescued from the water, not only has his personality changed, but he's also gotten stronger and stronger. He's ruthless.
In the past few years, he's been learning to hunt from his father and has almost never come down the mountain empty-handed. The Cheng Family has the best life of anyone in our village.
This time he even managed to kill a Black Panther. Could he have done that without real skill?"
Jin Yongsheng shot his cousin a glare and snorted, "He just used a trap. What kind of skill is that!"
But Jin Yongmin shook his head.
"No! I just looked. That Black Panther wasn't killed by a trap. Its right paw was wounded by a blade—no, it was nearly severed. There are three holes in its body, probably from arrows.
Cousin, seeing that, do you still think it was killed by a trap? My dad and Second Uncle are expert hunters too, and they've never heard of a panther with its sense of smell falling into one."
Jin Yongsheng frowned and said nothing.
Jin Yongmin, on the other hand, was more pragmatic. He chuckled and said:
"Cousin, once my dad and Second Uncle get back, we can just ask them and find out. If it really belongs to everyone and he dared to take it all for himself, that'll be the perfect chance to teach him a proper lesson."
"Alright, alright, you're nagging!" Jin Yongsheng grumbled, glaring at his cousin with dissatisfaction.