Chapter 010: Coerced Cultivation

At this moment, that harsh voice muttered: "Pah! What nonsense cultivation techniques, teaching with a dual division like this, no wonder he is still a complete novice in fighting spirit! I wonder how that blind man instructs his disciples? Is it possible that his eyes are blind and his heart is also blind?"

The cripple rarely gets angry, and his speech is usually not so bland. Today, upon hearing the cripple reprimand him in such a manner, Chen Mu felt somewhat disheartened and said, "Second Master, your disciple is unable to muster any fighting spirit, and still..."

"Enough, enough!" Seeing the little monster's mouth full of nonsense, Chen Mu felt a surge of heat in his head and immediately interrupted, "I don't care what your reasons are, take those corpses out of my room right now!"

I apologize, Master!

Upon hearing the words of the lame man, Chen Mu's heart blossomed with joy. It was not that he did not understand the importance of respecting teachers and valuing education, but rather that he had practiced this fundamental skill repeatedly for several years without seeing any results, leaving him disheartened and indifferent to it all.

Be quiet! The cripple continued to speak, while the blind man who had come from outside wore a gloomy expression and immediately shouted: "In the past, I had no objections to your mischief, but you must not say such things. Even if you cannot practice, you must still maintain your spirit."

"You just got erect!" With a sharp shout, Chen Mu walked over, looking at the lazy little monster, and couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. Holding an unknown object in his hand, he shouted loudly: "Little monster, tell me, what on earth is going on? Where did you get this? Look at what you've done to my room! I haven't blamed you for causing trouble in Second Master’s room, but now you’ve filled my room with all sorts of chaotic corpses. You..."

"Hmm, it's a good thing!" The cripple smiled, but with an unprecedented seriousness on his face, he walked towards the blind man's bedroom, still reminding Chen Mu: "I tell you, Chen Mu, you need to intensify your foundational practice. In the next few days, the old blind man and I might go out for a while"

Hmm. Chen Mu nodded absentmindedly.

Gu Chen, what is the matter that has you so flustered

At that moment, while Chen Mu was lost in thought, repeatedly contemplating the old ghost's words, Gu Chen hurriedly ran over and shouted loudly at Chen Mu: "Not good, not good!"

Chen Mu wanted to pursue, but was stopped by a limping person returning from outside. Looking at that little creature awkwardly flapping its wings, the limping person chuckled and said: "I must say, Xiao Mu, your pet is quite amusing, isn't it?"

Gazing at the limping beggar, Chen Mu felt a twinge of guilt. He secretly blamed himself, realizing that it was his own lack of ambition that led him to suffer at the hands of Peng Hai, Zhao Xing, and Qing Yi. After this thought, Chen Mu turned and went to the place where he used to cultivate. Clad in the morning sun, he began to absorb the vast energy of the world at the moment of its birth, following his usual method of cultivation to refine the energy in his dantian into fighting spirit, of course, this was predicated on a specific technique that revolved around the Nine Circles of Heaven. In the past, when Chen Mu practiced in this manner, he felt neither pain nor discomfort, nor did he sense any blockage, and naturally, there was no feeling of exhilaration. However, today, Chen Mu surprisingly felt a subtle energy within his body obstructing his flow.

The warm rays of the sun shone upon a creature resembling a small monster. The little monster, lazily stretching on a giant rock at the entrance of the town, yawned and impatiently said: "This damned sun must have been sexually frustrated yesterday, to rise so early."

You... what can you do? That voice threatened Chen Mu, immediately counteracting the control over Chen Mu's body. Chen Mu suddenly became stiff, as if his entire soul was about to leave his body. At the same time, another scene appeared in Chen Mu's mind: a delicate scroll materialized in his consciousness, and the words within it flowed like a stream, slowly entering Chen Mu's mind. Consequently, these strange symbols left explanations in Chen Mu's mind. The entire text was not lengthy, totaling only a few hundred characters, but some phrases were indeed ones Chen Mu had never heard before. Moreover, many of the methods differed greatly from those taught by his master, the blind man, even to the point of being completely opposite. However, when he read the exquisite parts, Chen Mu still felt a deep resonance, nodding involuntarily. It felt as if he had cleared the clouds to see the blue sky. Gradually, Chen Mu found himself no longer under the control of that old ghost, and he began to practice the techniques instinctively.

The limping man, who had already walked away, heard Chen Mu's laughter from behind. His expression turned displeased as he turned around to look at Chen Mu, coldly saying: "Chen Mu, this morning dew is the essence of the day. How can you squander it like this and not honor the teachings of your old blind master over the years? Although I, the limping man, have never instructed you in martial arts, isn't this..."

Alas! A single sigh appears exceedingly pale and weak

Second Master

That voice repeated only once, and upon seeing Chen Mu lost in thought, it no longer spoke.

Upon seeing Chen Mu in a fit of anger, the two little monsters exchanged glances, quickly concocted an excuse, and hurriedly made their exit.

A ray of sunlight in the early morning falls upon the world, the white mist begins to dissipate, the dewdrops in summer sparkle with their crystal clarity, and on the ancient dry wood, the cicadas incessantly chirp.

Upon seeing the Second Master return, Chen Mu was afraid that he would find out about the mischief caused by the little monster in his room yesterday, and he nodded in acknowledgment, feeling guilty

Upon hearing this, the little creature jumped up three steps high and ran outside, placing its hands on its hips and replying, "Can you blame me? There is simply no food here, so I have to stock up on supplies, just in case..."

The blind man turned his back, tears already streaming from the corners of his eyes, feeling a sense of sadness within. It has been a full decade since he walked out of that place. His only wish in this lifetime has been to cultivate an outstanding disciple. The events of yesterday have long since faded away. Yet, over the past decade, he has failed to train this child into a capable fighter. Now, the child is not even a mediocre combatant. It is not that the child lacks effort; most of the time, he practices diligently. However, over the years, he has not made any progress.

Ha!

Chen Mu was immersed in a profound realm. Although the fleeting insights from earlier had greatly moved him, once he calmed his mind and contemplated carefully, he felt that those few hundred words were like an unfathomable pool of water, deep and inscrutable. Generally speaking, the martial arts techniques on the Eastern Continent were merely methods of converting and gathering fighting energy. As for how to purify it, according to previous systems, it relied on personal aptitude; and the methods for quickly transforming fighting energy into form were also only partially understood. However, the technique before him was vastly different. Based on previous knowledge, it downplayed the method of converting fighting energy. In other words, after practicing this technique, all the energy meridians of the practitioner would transform into a chaotic unity, allowing them to change freely during combat. This was incredibly powerful. Ordinary practitioners, after cultivating their techniques, needed to spend a certain amount of time converting and applying their fighting energy during battle. For example, Qing Yi used a specific technique to unleash his unique blue fighting energy. This was indeed very powerful, as ordinary practitioners, after cultivating their techniques, needed to spend a certain amount of time converting and applying their fighting energy during battle. However, for Chen Mu, who was currently practicing this technique, there were no such limitations. This meant that as long as he wished, he could use any form of fighting energy to strike at any time.

Chen Mu bit her lip, gazing at the utterly disappointed blind man before her

"Alright, you continue to practice," said the blind man with a wave of his hand. He glanced at the crippled man beside him, and the two seemed to have an unspoken understanding as they left one after the other

"Enough!" The blind man waved his hand, signaling Chen Mu to rise. With a low sigh, he said: "I am aware of your heartache, but you must remember that you can never easily speak of giving up. Even if everyone else abandons you, you must not abandon yourself."

How did the little child discover the power of this technique of the old father? Hehe. The old ghost chuckled and continued to poke at Chen Mu's scar, saying: Remember, in this world, no one will give you respect; the only one who can grant you respect is your own strength

What nonsense are you talking! Hearing that voice again, Chen Mu felt a strange surprise, but upon hearing him curse his master, he immediately responded with a somewhat displeased expression: "My lack of skill has nothing to do with my master. If you continue to speak recklessly, don't blame me..."

I just remembered that I still have food to gather, so I will leave first. You can continue practicing!

The princess has mistakenly entered the Misty Forest, and Crown Prince Su Yala has specially ordered us to search for her

Do you know what to do?

Since it is impossible to hold onto the fighting spirit, it is better to let it come and go freely