Chapter 104 - 104 99 Chen Jie Yu Biao invites me to dinner

Chapter 104: Chapter 99 Chen Jie: Yu Biao invites me to dinner? Chapter 104: Chapter 99 Chen Jie: Yu Biao invites me to dinner? It was an uneventful night, and early the next morning, Su Yunjin got up to help the Bai family make breakfast.

Living as a guest in someone else’s home often required more diligence than in one’s own. You couldn’t just wait for meals to be served every day; over time, your hosts wouldn’t appreciate your presence.

Su Yunjin was clever, so she busied herself daily, and the Bai family liked her very much.

“Ah!”

Early in the morning, Wu Hong went out. The previous night, he had also witnessed Chen Jie practicing martial arts in the courtyard. However, since he hadn’t fully recovered from his injuries, he couldn’t train recklessly, so he held back, though his whole body was restless. Luckily, his master had taught him a cultivation technique for inner strength.

Thus, he spent the night practicing inner strength.

Inner strength was the cultivation technique necessary to enter the Energy Transformation stage.

Without cultivating inner strength, it was impossible to reach Energy Transformation.

In Martial Arts, the first four stages were skin, flesh, tendons, and bones.

Skin and flesh were Ming Jin.

Tendons and bones were Dark Force.

Beyond that, you would cultivate internal organs and blood marrow, which was Energy Transformation.

And if you wanted to train internal organs and blood marrow, you couldn’t rely on lifting grindstones or strength exercises.

After all, you couldn’t make your kidneys lift barbells every day.

So, to train internal organs, one had to rely on inner strength.

Inner strength was essentially a way to utilize Qi. Once you had cultivated inner strength, you could often use it to flush and strengthen your internal organs.

It was like holding one’s breath while swimming to build lung capacity.

This was a simple little technique for training the organs.

But this could only train the lungs; other parts were hard to train with such external exercises. For example, how would you exercise your liver?

At this point, using inner strength to nurture Qi, you could try to train internal organs.

This was the basic condition for entering Energy Transformation.

Chen Jie practiced martial arts all night, but he felt quite refreshed and exchanged a few words with Wu Hong, discussing some problems he had thought about the previous day for mutual confirmation.

Wu Hong was quite strong, at the level of Dark Force.

This level might not mean much compared to an Energy Transformation Master, but it was more than enough to guide Chen Jie, a Martial Artist at the Ming Jin Skin Buff Realm.

So Chen Jie asked his questions, and Wu Hong answered based on his understanding, greatly benefiting Chen Jie.

It had to be said that Chen Jie, out of wealth, companions, techniques, and place on the Dao Path, never lacked a good companion. His opportunities were even better than those of typical sect disciples.

One must understand that during Chen Jie’s cultivation, it was Wu Hong who first initiated him.

Then he received guidance from Ni Wenjun, who stood in a high position, helping Chen Jie establish a solid foundation and even mapping out his future path.

This path was planned by Ni Wenjun, who was above Energy Transformation, allowing Chen Jie to avoid many detours.

With Wu Hong staying at his side these days,

he could resolve minor issues he encountered, providing the most suitable guidance.

One could say Ni Wenjun was the chief engineer of Chen Jie’s martial path, designing the blueprint of Chen Jie’s martial road and setting the direction!

And Wu Hong served as the team responsible for on-site guidance and problem-solving during construction.

Tackling specific minor issues encountered during the process.

For Ni Wenjun, such small issues might seem trivial.

It was like asking a top mathematician how to solve an elementary math problem.

They might not provide a simple method.

But if you took this problem to a middle schooler, like Wu Hong, he could give the most appropriate answer because he had just solved it himself.

So during the inquiry process, Chen Jie made significant progress.

After finishing today’s Q&A, everyone gathered to eat. Ruirui sat in front of Doctor Bai; for the past few days, the little one had been following the doctor, who seemed to have found enjoyment in teaching a disciple.

He was teaching the little one to recognize medicinal herbs.

Currently, the little one’s understanding of herbs was that this one didn’t taste good, that one was strange, after eating this, her mouth goes numb, and she needed another herb to relieve the numbness!

Because the little one was too gluttonous, Doctor Bai didn’t dare leave her alone in his pharmacy for a moment, fearing she might poison herself.

During this process, the doctor began teaching her about herbal knowledge.

Gradually, she became deeply interested in it, finding the joy of teaching a disciple.

Doctor Bai said Wu Zhong was a fool, and back then, he was hot-tempered and impatient, without the feeling of cultivation. Chen Jie was too smart, with too strong a foundation, often understanding things with just a hint, lacking the experience of cultivation.

*Ah, this little Ruirui was interesting; she knew nothing but was brave, daring to eat anything. She was smart too, understanding after just one mention which two Chinese medicines counteracted each other and could mutually detoxify.*

*The experience was amazing, this was the kind of student he was meant to teach.*

*As for Wu Zhong and Chen Jie, they were merely failures.*

Thus, Doctor Bai was infatuated with this teaching passion.

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A meal quickly passed. Satisfied and full, Chen Jie called on Chen Xiaohu, asking him to take some of the fishery staff to cast nets around the Reed Marsh to see if they could catch the Bull Horn Shrimp.

However, after a day of hard work, they found nothing.

But Chen Jie wasn’t discouraged; he believed that with effort, they would surely yield results.

And just like that, four days passed without anyone realizing.

On this day, a major event took place, which spread throughout Xiantao Town.

The specifics were: Master Yu killed a wild boar with his palm!

That’s right, Master Yu killed a wild boar with his palm.

Killing a wild boar wasn’t usually anything to brag about. Normally, seven or eight hunters, with bows, spears, and nets, could potentially hunt a wild boar.

But to kill it with his palm, now that wasn’t something just anyone could do.

Not even an ordinary Martial Artist could accomplish that.

A wild boar, with its thick skin and heavy flesh, was a terrifying fighter.

In the deep forest, there’s a ranking, known as one pig, two bears, three tigers!

This referred to the level of danger a human would encounter with these three beasts.

The wild boar was the most dangerous!

Especially a more than four hundred-pound, nearly half-a-meter tusked, thickly coated in pine oil and mud, massive black wild boar!

The danger level was off the charts.

Wu Song fighting a tiger—the tiger was clever enough to retreat when injured at times!

But a wild boar was something else. You injure it, and it would fight to the death with you.

And with its pine oil mud coat, even a hunting rifle might not penetrate, while its terrifying tusks could impale a person straight through with just one hit.

Especially such a four-hundred-pound beast that even a tiger would avoid provoking lightly.

But it met its end by the bare hands of Yu Biao.

The impact of this was akin to Wu Song fighting a tiger!

The wild boar, though not as fearsome by name as a tiger, didn’t lag much in combat prowess!

The story went like this.

After Yu Biao completed his seclusion, he came out to arrange the funeral for Yu Sanliu, preparing to bury him in their Yu Family ancestral grave, a feng shui spot on Mount Dahei.

But just upon arriving at Dahei Mountain, they were blocked by a wild boar.

The funeral procession was startled at the sight of this wild boar. Weighing four hundred pounds, clad in ‘armor,’ with two tusks as sharp as knives, it was chilling to behold.

Normally, such beasts would fear humans.

But upon seeing people, this wild boar exhibited not fear, but excitement, charging into the crowd.

The funeral procession scattered in all directions, and Yu Sanliu’s coffin was dropped to the ground. The wild boar rammed into the coffin, and a nearly twenty-centimeter thick wooden board broke under its force, sending shivers down everyone’s spine.

The giant wild boar, though dizzy from the impact, only grew more exhilarated with the pain, its brain damaged but invigorated, ramming against the coffin as it seemed about to break it open to reveal the body.

Unable to bear it, Yu Biao charged forward; when someone handed him a knife, he slashed at the boar a few times, but the blade edge crumbled, doing little harm to the beast.

The boar’s coat, covered in pine oil and mud, could even withstand bullets, making the knife nearly useless.

The final strike snapped the knife, and Yu Biao, utterly enraged, seized the moment, executing Heart Shattering Palm on the massive wild boar, hitting right on target.

Heart Shattering Palm was powerful, capable of a ‘striking-through-effect,’ bypassing the beast’s thick armor to directly hit its internal organs.

With a single blow, the four-hundred-pound wild boar was left stiff, bleeding from its large nostrils.

Before long, the entire wild boar toppled like a small mountain.

This immediately made people around regard him as a god, impressive, truly impressive!

The news of Yu Biao killing the wild boar with a palm quickly spread.

Soon, Yu Biao’s fame rose dramatically!

Slaying a four-hundred-pound wild boar with a palm, such a feat was shocking news wherever it reached.

It was worthy of widespread transmission.

That very afternoon, Yu Biao ordered preparations for a wild boar feast the next day at the Yu Family gambling house entrance.

At that time, he invited the entire town to feast on pork.

As this news spread, the whole of Xiantao Town was stunned.

Pork! Yu Biao was actually inviting everyone to eat pork, how unbelievable.

Some even dubbed this wild boar feast as the ‘Pig-Slaughtering Power Display Banquet!’

The Village Chief Battle was imminent, and this clearly was a move to assert dominance and build influence!

More importantly, Yu Biao personally had an invitation sent to Wu Zhong’s family and Chen Jie, inviting them to try the pork the next morning.

Bai Family!

Two invitation cards lay on the table.

Doctor Bai sat at the head of the table, with Wu Zhong, Wu Hong, and Chen Jie seated beside him.

The Bai family and Su Yunjin were embroidering not far away, while Ruirui was running wildly around the courtyard, chasing dragonflies.

At that age, the carefree innocence was wonderful.

“Tell me your thoughts!”

Doctor Bai opened the invitation and read it aloud. On one card, it read,

[“Brother Wu Zhong, I hunted a wild boar yesterday and plan to hold a wild boar feast tomorrow at noon to give back to the townsfolk. I hope brother Wu Zhong and your entire family can attend. Yu Biao.”]

Doctor Bai took a look at the other invitation card.

[“Young Friend Jiu Si, I have heard my son speak of you often as a heroic figure, but we have yet to meet. I hunted a wild boar yesterday and plan to hold a wild boar feast tomorrow at noon. I hope you, young friend, can attend to honor the name of hero. Yu Biao!”]

Having read both invitation cards,

Doctor Bai said, “Zhong’er, you speak first.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhong replied, “Father, he’s trying to assert his power!”

“Inviting our whole family, if I don’t go, rumors will spread, and naturally our Fishing Guild will be overshadowed by his Guild Cao. When the Village Chief Battle happens soon, if we lose to him again, he will boast even more while our Fishing Guild’s reputation plummets to the ground!”

Doctor Bai nodded, “Hmm, you have a point, but if it were only to diminish our authority, inviting just you would suffice. Why then, extend a separate invitation to Jiu Si?”

After all, in the eyes of these big figures, Chen Jiu Si was merely an unnamed nobody.

Hearing this, Wu Zhong frowned, pondering before saying, “Father, could he possibly know that Jiu Si is the one who killed his son and saved me?”

“Hmm? Are you suggesting it’s a Hong Gate banquet?”

Doctor Bai questioned!