Cultivation Begins with Skill Points-Chapter 167: Xu Family Father and Son

The dangers in the Black Wind Forest are never just animals; sometimes people are more dangerous than beasts. However, Zhong Lin and his master wouldn’t pay them any mind. With their strength, unless a Sect Master or a grandmaster beyond the First Grade came, anyone else would just be delivering themselves to them as prey.

The sounds were getting closer, suggesting those people were moving fast, clearly equipped with the experience of traversing this forest year-round.

Unless one is as accomplished in Martial Arts as Zhong Lin, even a common expert of the Middle Third Grades wouldn’t dare wander recklessly in an unfamiliar forest.

The closer those people got, the softer their movements became, evidently having sensed Zhong Lin and his master and not wanting to be discovered by them.

Shaking his head slightly, Yin Daoyan said straightforwardly, "Friends, since you are here, come out openly!"

Footsteps immediately stopped, and actions were completed in an instant with precision.

Zhong Lin frowned slightly; ordinary hunters could never be so orderly. These people were definitely not ordinary, as Zhong Lin himself was from a hunting background.

While contemplating, a hearty voice sounded.

"Haha, we were abrupt, old sir, please forgive us. We are just passing by."

The next moment, eight figures appeared from nearby, stepping towards them.

They seemed indifferent, with six of them moving in a broken formation. The way they stepped was quite particular, clearly protecting the two in the middle while using their bodies to probe for any ambushes around.

The two in the middle walked side by side, naturally enjoying this treatment.

Zhong Lin and Yin Daoyan exchanged a glance, both taking in the scene before them.

This was clearly not a group of hunters but likely a noble family’s young master traveling with attendants.

"Master, these people are quite strong. All six attendants are Middle Third Grade Martial Artists with condensed Qi-Blood, and the middle-aged man is an Upper Third Grade Qi Refining Martial Artist."

Zhong Lin’s lips moved slightly, his voice reaching Yin Daoyan’s ears, unnoticed by others.

Sound Transmission Technique.

After cultivating True Qi, it transformed into a Martial Arts skill.

Yin Daoyan nodded slightly, his expression unchanged.

Within a few steps, those two had arrived in front of Zhong Lin and his master. Upon seeing Zhong Lin’s face clearly, they couldn’t help but show surprise, but their eyes eventually focused on Yin Daoyan.

The leading figure was a wealthy-looking middle-aged man with large pores and slightly puffy eyes, evidently not well-rested these days.

Beside him was a pale-faced young man, slightly older than Zhong Lin, around twenty, wearing a tight-fitting suit that showcased his well-trained physique, clearly the result of extensive training.

He bore some resemblance to the middle-aged man, likely father and son. His Martial Arts cultivation wasn’t weak, as he was also a Middle Third Grade Martial Artist with condensed Qi-Blood.

Suddenly encountering such a pair of father and son experts deep in the forest was indeed unexpected for Zhong Lin.

The middle-aged man glanced at the gray ashes nearby without a hint of warmth, his pupils contracting sharply, then clasped his hands and saluted Yin Daoyan, "Greetings, old sir."

The young man beside him felt a chill in his heart, fully aware of his father’s pride, surprised at his salutation to the old man, realizing that the old man was undoubtedly an expert.

Realizing this, the young man dared not neglect, bowing as well.

"Please sit, both of you."

Yin Daoyan waved his hand casually.

If he were traveling alone in the Black Wind Forest, he wouldn’t dare to be so casual when suddenly facing such a group, but he had brought his disciple with him!

The disciple was his confidence; even if there were twice or ten times as many people, they would not be feared.

"Thank you, old sir."

Saying this, the middle-aged man waved his sleeve, unceremoniously sitting down like Zhong Lin and his master, directly on the ground.

The young man beside him and the attendants looked at him incredulously, their eyes full of disbelief. Following him for so many years, it was the first time seeing him act so casually. After all, his master had always been fastidious, never easily sitting on the ground like this.

"I am Xu Kelin, this is my son Xu Sijin. May I ask the name of the old sir?"

Xu Kelin asked with a smile.

Yin Daoyan smiled slightly, clasped his hands, and said, "I am Yin Daoyan, and this is my disciple Zhong Lin."

"So it’s Old Yin and his distinguished disciple."

Xu Kelin’s smile remained unchanged, but in his heart, countless thoughts raced, quickly pondering which expert they might be.

"Old Yin, in such a wild mountain, may I ask what brings you here?"

Xu Kelin inquired, seemingly unintentionally.

Yin Daoyan’s smile faded, and he said solemnly, "The world is vast. Does it mean we still have to report our presence to you?"

The previously friendly atmosphere instantly became tense, with the six guards around Xu Kelin changing their aura, ready to act at any moment.

"Haha, a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. I spoke out of turn. It’s just that this forest is dangerous, so I asked. My apologies, Old Yin, I apologize."

Saying this, he stood up, bowed to Yin Daoyan, and then swiftly left with his people.

After they had left, only then did the young Xu Sijin speak up, unable to hold back, "Father, who on earth are that master and disciple?"

Xu Kelin looked at his son with satisfaction, smiling, "Not bad, you managed to stay calm this time. Remember, in the future, always think twice before acting, because you never know if you’re dealing with humans, ghosts, tigers, or snakes."

Xu Sijin’s expression changed, "Father, are you saying that old man named Yin is an expert?"

Xu Kelin nodded, "Did you see that fire?"

"What’s there to look at?"

Xu Sijin said instinctively, but then looked embarrassed, realizing he had misspoken.

Xu Kelin glared at his son, just praising him, now wanting to give him a good smack, but patiently explained.

"We saw the firelight and smoke first, which alerted us to the presence of those two, then quickly approached in a few moments. But when we arrived, the fire was completely out, not even leaving a shred of smoke, and the fire pit showed no signs of being covered. Even with your condensed Qi-Blood, I ask you, could you do that?"

Xu Sijin was startled, realizing he couldn’t possibly do it, but he still argued, "Could it not be some kind of Martial Arts technique or secret medicine?"

"Possible, but I am more inclined to believe this person is an Upper Third Grade warrior, and he also has a disciple with him."

Xu Sijin was stunned by his father’s words.

Xu Kelin continued, "If we were in Lilang, we might test the waters a bit, but this place is the Black Wind Forest, and we have more important matters at hand, so better to avoid unnecessary trouble. However, if they are indeed competing with us for the Vermilion Fruit, then..."

At this point, a hint of fierce determination flashed in Xu Kelin’s eyes.