79: Chapter 79 Battle with Wen Yan

The Medicinal Pill's energy was efficiently absorbed and converted within Lin Yun's body.

The excess, refined portions were gently and continuously transferred to his wives through the mysterious channels of Dual Cultivation.

It was a night of "arduous training."

As the morning light faintly appeared, Lin Yun slowly withdrew his energy, his eyes brimming with a sharp radiance.

Feeling the surging growth of power within him, he went to the Training Room to test it.

Fist strength: approximately 236,000 kilograms!

Compared to his previous baseline of approximately 160,000 kilograms at the Middle Stage of the Second-Stage.

This one Medicinal Pill, combined with Dual Cultivation, had increased his fist strength by a full 75,000 kilograms, far exceeding expectations!

He was not far from the 320,000-kilogram threshold of the Late Stage of the Second-Stage.

His wives also gained a great deal, although the extent of their improvement was not as exaggerated as Lin Yun's.

However, it was much faster than the accumulation from ordinary Dual Cultivation, and each of them was radiant and glowing with vitality.

What surprised Lin Yun the most was that this night of deep Dual Cultivation and energy sharing seemed to have created excellent conditions.

The following night, Lin Qianxi and Zhao Qingyue successively brought the good news: they had finally conceived a baby!

These successive happy events immersed the entire Lin family in joy.

A few days later, Lin Yun consolidated his skyrocketing cultivation and became familiar with the sense of power control brought by his Perfection-level Combat Technique and secret arts.

A thought grew stronger and stronger in his heart—challenge Wen Yan!

He wanted to know exactly how large the gap was between his current self and a Tier 3 Martial Artist.

When Lin Yun proposed the challenge to Wen Yan, she agreed with unusual readiness.

A flash of excitement, as if to say "I've been waiting for you for a long time," even crossed her eyes.

Zhao Qingyue, who had just conceived and was radiating a soft, maternal glow.

Looking at the smile on Wen Yan's Face that faintly carried "Killing Intent," she whispered to Chen Yuwei beside her:

"Why do I feel... that Husband is going to suffer this time?"

"Sister Wen Yan seems... very excited?"

Chen Yuwei nodded in deep agreement.

Both of their strengths were too great, and the energy shield of the Training Room could not withstand it at all.

Therefore, the location for the spar was chosen in a valley behind the Lin family estate, a place rarely visited by people and with open terrain.

The women were worried, so they followed from a distance and found a safe, high vantage point to watch the battle.

In the valley, the two stood facing each other.

"Kid, are you ready? Don't say I'm bullying you because I'm older."

Wen Yan crossed her arms, dressed in a sharp, neat outfit, looking heroic and spirited, with a half-smile curving the corner of her lips.

"Sister Wen Yan, please guide me!"

Lin Yun cupped his fists, his eyes sharp, his Battle Intent rising.

He took a deep breath, and the Qi and blood in his body instantly surged!

"Blood Qi Boiling" — Perfection Realm, activate!

Boom!

A powerful aura erupted from Lin Yun, and his strength instantly doubled!

The ground beneath his feet cracked slightly.

"Oh? Interesting."

A flash of surprise crossed Wen Yan's eyes, but it immediately turned into even greater interest.

The spar began!

Lin Yun launched the first attack.

He unleashed the Perfection-level "Thousand Shadow Steps," his figure instantly turning into dozens of afterimages, attacking Wen Yan from all directions.

At the same time, sword light appeared like a startled swan, piercing straight toward her vitals!

The speed was extreme!

However, the gap between a Tier 3 Martial Artist and a Second-Stage Martial Artist was an all-encompassing suppression.

Wen Yan didn't even need to use much movement technique.

She just seemed to sidestep, step, and raise her hand casually, yet she precisely passed through the layers of afterimages.

A light flick of her fingertip deflected Lin Yun's sharp sword edge.

Her movements appeared slow, but she could always neutralize Lin Yun's most ferocious attacks with the smallest range of motion at the most critical moments.

"The speed is passable, but your prediction is too poor!"

"Your power concentration is insufficient, it's scattered!"

"A flaw! On the left!"

While easily dealing with him, Wen Yan was still able to offer pointers, each sentence pointing directly to the flaws in Lin Yun's Move.

Lin Yun pushed his Combat Technique and secret arts to the limit.

His strength, speed, and technique far exceeded that of an ordinary Second-Stage Late Stage Martial Artist, and he could even threaten some weaker Second-Stage Perfection Martial Artists.

But in front of Wen Yan, a Tier 3 Martial Artist with a solid Foundation and rich combat experience, he still appeared stretched thin.

It was basically a one-sided suppression and a beating.

The afterimages he was so proud of were useless under Wen Yan's powerful perception.

His incredibly swift sword Moves were always interrupted by Wen Yan, who struck after him but arrived first.

His doubled power slammed into her, but it was like a clay ox entering the sea, deflected or bounced back by Wen Yan in even more ingenious ways.

"Bang!" "Thud!" "Ouch!"

The sounds of fists and feet hitting flesh and Lin Yun's occasional muffled groans rang out from time to time in the valley.

Wen Yan knew exactly how much force to use; she wouldn't cause any real, serious injuries, but... the beating was quite solid.

The women watched from afar.

Seeing their husband being "educated" like a punching bag by Wen Yan.

One moment he was flicked on the forehead, the next he was tapped on the shoulder, and then kicked in the rear.

Although the force wasn't heavy, it was heart-wrenching to watch, and they couldn't bear it.

"Sister Wen Yan... is she being a bit too heavy-handed?" Lin Qianxi covered her eyes but couldn't help peeking through her fingers.

"Husband is so miserable..." Wu Qingya murmured.

"However, Sister Wen Yan seems to be truly guiding Husband earnestly; every Move is leading him." Shen Youqing watched more carefully.

Su Yingxue sighed: "There's no helping it, the gap is too large. But this is also good; letting Husband clearly realize the gap will make him work even harder."

Zhao Qingyue and Chen Yuwei held hands tightly, both sweating for Lin Yun.

In the end, this "instructional battle," or rather "one-sided beating," ended with Wen Yan saying, "That's it for today."

Originally, Wen Yan had intended to beat Lin Yun up thoroughly, until he was completely convinced.

But considering so many people were watching, she let him off the hook.

She would only admit to herself that this was out of consideration for Lin Yun's Face.

Lin Yun stood where he was, panting.

His head was covered in small bumps left by Wen Yan's "loving flick on the forehead."

His clothes were also a bit disheveled, and he looked quite disheveled.

But there was no discouragement in his eyes; instead, they were filled with unprecedented seriousness and contemplation.

This battle allowed him to truly see the scenery of a higher Realm and clearly recognize his many shortcomings.

Wen Yan calmly adjusted her sleeves.

Looking at Lin Yun's miserable state, a trace of imperceptible amusement flashed in her eyes, but she still kept a straight Face:

"Not bad, you're not as fragile as I imagined. Go back and think carefully about today's spar. You want to marry me? You're still far from it!"

After speaking, she moved, turning into a stream of light, and left the valley first.

The women then quickly ran down, surrounded Lin Yun, busily helped him tidy his clothes, and checked if he was injured, their Faces full of heartache.

Lin Yun grimaced as he touched the bumps on his head, looked in the direction where Wen Yan disappeared, and smiled helplessly, but the fighting spirit in his eyes burned even brighter.

"Just you wait, Sister Wen Yan... next time, I will definitely make you look at me with new eyes!"

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled over the valley, casting a long shadow of Lin Yun, who was "returning with a full load."

The road to becoming stronger is never smooth, but with someone by one's side and someone waiting, it is full of motivation and hope.