Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 869 - 91: Tool Man, Revival!!! (6,000 words two-in-one)
Chapter 869 -91: Tool Man, Revival!!! (6,000 words two-in-one)
The next day when Wang Anfeng woke up, he felt pain in his muscles and bones everywhere, as if he were one of those shirtless laborers chiseling mountains, singing in unison while striking massive iron hammers on the chisels.
The chisels pried into his muscles and bone marrow, making his entire body ache and uncomfortable.
Time was tight, and he had no choice but to train a bit too harshly last night to learn the essentials of the palm technique, receiving quite a beating, which even Wu Changqing’s medicinal decoction couldn’t immediately remedy.
Wang Anfeng lay for a while, trying to prop himself up, but winced and inhaled sharply, giving up resistance and simply laying back on the bed with a thud, staring absentmindedly at the wooden patterns on the guest room ceiling.
The watchman outside had already shouted the last call.
It was the hours.
Wang Anfeng thought without much focus.
Pale golden sunlight poured in through the window cracks, like a thin layer of gold scattered on the table, accompanied by footsteps, calls of vendors, and the aroma of oil cakes and dumplings, all seemingly rushing in, making the room lively.
He inhaled the fragrance of the smoke and fire, wanting to get up from the bed.
But his body wouldn’t listen.
His fingers seemed to have a will of their own, saying no to him, resting at the edge of the bed, unwilling to move, as the cloud blocking the sun dispersed, spilling golden sunlight on Wang Anfeng’s face, warm.
He lazily squinted his eyes, thinking.
It was about a quarter past the hours now.
He was tired today, so he’d only sleep for less than two minutes more, just sleep…
Wang Anfeng woke up amid a clatter at the door.
Still a little dazed when he first woke up, his eyelids were like newlyweds not wanting to part, but then he suddenly became alert, his scalp tingling, breaking out in a cold sweat, instantly clear-minded.
Outside, Dongfang Ximing knocked on the door and called out:
“Brother? Are you awake?”
“You haven’t had breakfast yet.”
Wang Anfeng sat up, looked at the now blazing sun, a bit confused, hesitated, then got up to open the door, seeing the girl outside in a lotus-leaf green skirt, her long black hair parted from her ears into two strands, tied with a lotus-colored hairband, finally forming a ponytail at the end.
The jade pendant of the Dongfang Clan hung at the girl’s waist.
A small bell dangled from the hem of the skirt, its sound light and crisp as she moved.
Wang Anfeng didn’t know how to respond for a moment, so he first invited Dongfang Ximing into the room. After entering, the girl gently placed the breakfast in her hand on the table and sat beside it.
Wang Anfeng rubbed his forehead, his thoughts and judgment gradually recovering as drowsiness faded, and he asked:
“Ximing, what time is it now?”
Dongfang Ximing thought for a moment, uncertain:
“It’s about a quarter past or two quarters past noon? It should be one of these times; we’ll soon have lunch, so I only brought some porridge and pickles, just to tide over. If you eat too much, lunch won’t be enjoyable…”
Wang Anfeng paused slightly, a bit confused again.
He only planned to sleep for two minutes and get up…
How did he sleep for a whole additional hour?
He had only just closed his eyes, this couldn’t be right.
Uh, his head felt a bit swollen from sleep.
He couldn’t help but press gently at the center of his brow, a wry smile on his face.
Dongfang Ximing suddenly realized and called out softly, sticking out her tongue:
“Ah, right, I forgot you’re a formidable martial artist, so you don’t need to worry about how much you eat. These might not be enough, should I go get more?”
She made as if to rise, clenching her fists, her eyebrows slightly raised, as if she were about to fetch a cartful of buns to place before Wang Anfeng.
Wang Anfeng’s mouth twitched, realizing the danger, he quickly grabbed her wrist to stop her, and as the little girl glanced back instinctively, he said, half-exasperated:
“Enough, enough, these are plenty.”
Dongfang Ximing looked at him doubtfully and said:
“Is it really enough?”
“It truly is.”
“But… I see those martial artists have huge appetites. They often cut up ten pounds of cooked beef and a pound of dry bread or the like.”
Wang Anfeng was half-laughing, half-crying, explaining:
“That’s for martial artists at the physical refining level, Lower Third Rank, who cultivate the body and inner strength but can’t supplement themselves from the external heaven and earth, so they have to eat more, that’s dietary supplementation.”
“Once a martial artist surpasses the Longmen gate and enters the Middle Third Rank, they can conserve their Qi mechanism, aligning with the Taoist Sect’s practice of Qi cultivation, skipping the eating process, and directly breathing in Qi from heaven and earth.”
Seeing Dongfang Ximing still bewildered, Wang Anfeng thought for a moment and smiled again: fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
“Think about it, if the higher a martial artist’s cultivation, the bigger their appetite, those grandmasters, fairies, and great scholars would have to eat five hundred pigs in one meal? After severing mountains with a sword before people, those grand high-caliber true immortals would set down their swords and pick up chopsticks, eating for several hours; what would that look like?”
Dongfang Ximing was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter, quickly raising a hand to cover her mouth, her shoulders shaking, her eyes bending, yet it was unclear what Wang Anfeng’s words reminded her of, but it did dispel her idea of fetching more buns for Wang Anfeng, allowing him to relax a bit.
Although Dongfang Ximing had no particular concept of martial artists’ cultivation, her inner strength wasn’t weak, already reaching the Eighth Rank, but she had never practiced the corresponding martial art moves. Though she had the inner strength that takes ordinary dull martial artists a lifetime of hard work to achieve, she had no idea how to use it, just using it to strengthen her body and ward off colds and illnesses.
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