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But now, the Martial Arts Exam was over.

And the things that happened last night had made him feel lost.

It seemed that suddenly, he had lost his goal.

However, Lin Yi had never truly thought about what the Dao of Martial Arts meant.

No one had ever told him either.

This question from the Old Beggar made Lin Yi pause slightly.

"These kids nowadays are truly getting worse with each generation. You don't even understand what the Dao of Martial Arts is. What kind of martial arts are you practicing? And what kind of Dao are you cultivating?"

Facing the Old Beggar's scolding, Lin Yi's face flushed slightly.

He said humbly, "I ask that you, elder, please enlighten me!"

"I can't really enlighten you. I'm just a beggar, spouting nonsense. If you think it makes sense, then take it as wisdom. If you think I'm wrong, just treat it like I just farted; once the smell dissipates, it's all over!"

Lin Yi: "..."

"Let me tell you a few simple and easy-to-understand things; you'll understand in just a few sentences!"

"The so-called Dao of Martial Arts can be understood by separating the two!"

"'Martial' means practicing martial arts, training the tendons and bones, practicing Martial Skills, training Qi and blood... Nowadays, whether it's in the New District or the Old District, everyone practices martial arts; it is already the prevailing trend!"

"If you want to stand out among the many who practice martial arts, you need talent, hard work, luck, and money—every single one is indispensable!"

"Practicing martial arts is a path to survival, but it is also a path to death..."

Lin Yi nodded.

He agreed with what the Old Beggar had said.

The only goal of practicing martial arts is to constantly strengthen oneself.

To achieve a Breakthrough one after another, constantly surpassing oneself and surpassing others.

Using the strong as a benchmark, using self-discipline as the Foundation.

Then, by combining talent, hard work, and luck, walk a path of the Dao of Martial Arts that belongs to oneself.

It is easy to say, but very few can truly achieve it.

Just for the Martial Arts Exam alone, how many people fell on the way to the exam?

And how many people were turned away by the Martial Arts Exam?

Those who can truly cross this threshold are less than one in ten.

A Martial Artist must strive; striving leads to progress, not striving leads to regression.

"Now let's talk about this 'Dao'. Actually, it can be profound, and it can also be simple!"

"Let me give you an example: everyone has their own Dao. This Dao can be Monster Hunting, it can be maintaining public order, it can be being a driver, or it can be being a coach!"

"Even if one is a cook, they have their own Dao!"

"The so-called Dao is a path that one must cultivate. Only when you keep walking on your own path can you harvest the fruit of the Dao!"

"Demon Hunters all have their own Dao. Slaying the monsters of the world and maintaining the peace of a region—this is their cause of the Dao. Dying in battle and dying in the line of duty—that is their fruit of the Dao!"

"The cycles of heaven and earth, the replacement of the old with the new—this is the existence of the Dao..."

"Maybe you don't understand now, but in the future, you will understand!"

"Everyone has a cause of the Dao; as for what kind of fruit of the Dao you can obtain, that depends on you personally!"

The Old Beggar wore a profound and mysterious expression as he spoke eloquently to Lin Yi.

"Old Beggar, are you misleading the youth again? Child, don't listen to his nonsense. He doesn't know a damn thing about the cause or fruit of the Dao. Aren't you hungry? Hurry up and eat, then leave immediately. The guest I invited will be arriving soon!"

Old He walked over carrying two bowls of noodles.

After placing them in front of Lin Yi and the Old Beggar respectively, he didn't forget to scold the Old Beggar a few more times.

The moment the Old Beggar saw the noodles in front of him, his previously profound and mysterious expression immediately vanished, replaced by a greedy, gluttonous look.

He even took a deep breath and said repeatedly, "Fragrant! This is the taste. Why can I never get enough of it?"

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"Kid, hurry up and eat!"

"Taste Old He's cooking; I guarantee it will leave you wanting more!"

The Old Beggar, who was wolfing down his food, hurriedly looked up and said.

Lin Yi nodded with a smile and also picked up his chopsticks to eat.

As soon as he swallowed a few mouthfuls of noodles, it was as if balls of raging fire exploded inside his body.

They then turned into streams of scorching hot Qi, rapidly coursing through his body.

Wherever they passed, waves of intense pain surged, as if someone was pulling out his tendons and scraping his bones.

In an instant, cold sweat streamed down Lin Yi's forehead.

When the Old Beggar and Old He saw Lin Yi's pained expression, neither of them spoke.

They just watched him quietly.

Fortunately, it didn't last long; this intense pain only lasted for a few seconds.

"Hoo..." Lin Yi exhaled a breath of stale air.

The intense pain dissipated along with it.

"This is..." Lin Yi lowered his head and glanced at the noodles in the bowl.

Before this, he had eaten quite a bit of monster meat.

But he had never eaten anything this tyrannical; that kind of intense pain was unforgettable.

"It's no wonder you're a lucky kid; this is 5-star monster meat, isn't it tyrannical? It's good for you, hurry up and eat it all, don't leave any soup either!"

"This can temper your body and refine your Qi and blood; there are many benefits!"

After the Old Beggar finished speaking, he lowered his head and continued eating.

However, when Lin Yi heard that this was noodles made with 5-star monster meat, his expression froze.

He had previously heard Tang Qinru say that dishes cooked with 2-star monster meat cost over a hundred thousand.

If it were 3-star, it would reach several hundred thousand.

This bowl of 5-star noodles must cost over a million, right?

Although the effect was tyrannical, having him spend over a million on a bowl of noodles couldn't just be described as extravagant.

It was simply wasteful.

Moreover, he had previously said he would treat the Old Beggar to noodles...

Wouldn't that clean out all the money he had on him?

Old He seemed to have seen through Lin Yi's thoughts; he smiled and said, "Child, this bowl of noodles today is on the house, my treat!"

"If you want to eat here in the future, just come by yourself; don't come with this Old Beggar, he's bad luck!"

Hearing this, Lin Yi looked up at Old He.

His eyes were full of gratitude; this one meal saved him over two million, maybe even more.

So he quickly thanked him, and Old He waved his hand.

"Hurry and eat, it won't taste good if it gets cold!"

Then Old He turned around and walked towards the back.

The Old Beggar looked up and secretly sized Lin Yi up a few times.

He couldn't help but chuckle, then lowered his head and continued eating.

This bowl of noodles was the most expensive one Lin Yi had ever eaten in his life.

When he finished it, not even leaving the soup, that sense of satisfaction could not be described in words.

As for the refinement of Qi and blood that the Old Beggar mentioned, he didn't feel much of a difference.

After all, before this, he had already refined it within the [Galaxy Qi Transformation Technique].

The effect was certainly not as obvious as it was before the refinement.

However, Lin Yi's physical attributes had indeed improved.

Things like strength and senses had all changed to varying degrees.

"Are you finished eating?"