Chapter Sixteen Years of Longing

  Xia Man thought Xia Lin was scared, so she comforted him: "Don't worry too much, the strength of the Nianzhe is also relative to the same realm. Maybe in the future when your power becomes stronger, you will naturally not be afraid of them."

  The words of Xia Man are just consolation, the cultivator gave up physical cultivation, so there is no tempering period, and from the start, they surpass all tempered martial artists, not to mention that under the same realm, they are stronger than others by nature.

  But Xia Lin heard that his mind was floating, and the cultivator, the warrior, and the thought, it turned out that the way of martial arts was so vast.

  Originally thought that under heaven there were only martial artists, the cultivation he practiced was just one of the special skills among them. Now it seems that above martial artists, there are cultivators and chanters!

  He cultivated the Breaking Heaven Technique with his physical body as the foundation, and he must have taken the path of a cultivator!

  Although the cultivator is not as terrifying as the reciter, he should be above the martial artist. As long as he works hard to cultivate, he will never be weaker than the reciter. With the accompaniment of the Hall of Legacy, Xia Lin's confidence has reached an unprecedented level.

  "Yes, Father, I will work hard to cultivate!" Xia Lin said confidently.

  Xia Man waved his hand and smiled: "No need to rush, since you can already cultivate, I will naturally let you fully improve. However, the best time for your cultivation has passed, so three months later when the successor is chosen, don't compete anymore. Whoever succeeds, as long as I am still alive, this successor will ultimately just be a successor. What you need to do is surpass him when I retire."

  "Yes, Father." Xia Lin said respectfully, but in his heart he was secretly saying, Three months! If you don't make a move, then so be it, but if you do, it will shock everyone. In three months' time, I must surpass Xia Cheng, surpass all the young masters of the Xia family and trample them under my feet!

  Summer said goodbye and left, but when she reached the door, she seemed to have thought of something and stopped in her tracks.

  "Dad, how did you and mom get to know each other back then?"

  Xia Man was taken aback, clearly not expecting Xia Lin to ask this question suddenly. A hint of reminiscence appeared in his eyes: "I still remember, it was during a robbery that I met her. She was the daughter of a declining merchant. She was knowledgeable and reasonable, gentle and kind-hearted. Unfortunately, her body was too weak, and she died in childbirth when giving birth to you. Otherwise, she would have been the best mother."

  "Is it a difficult birth?" Xia Lin muttered to himself, then turned and left.

  Everyone thought his mother died a difficult death in childbirth, but he alone did not think so!

  Because he was born, he saw his mother being taken away with his own eyes! Who would have thought that a newborn baby who had just crossed over would see his blood-related mother being taken away, leaving behind a so-called stillbirth substitute corpse.

  At that time, his chubby little hand just managed to grab his mother's hand, and when she turned around, her eyes were filled with tears. He seemed to understand the meaning in his mother's eyes: to live a good life.

  That night, all that was left in the room was a crying baby and a mountain bandit mother who died in childbirth.

  He had been suppressing this matter in his heart for sixteen years!

  Every time he persisted, he hoped to have the opportunity to see his mother again, to call out "mother" with his own mouth, and to know that the woman who gave him life was doing well, which was enough.

  But at the same time, he also knew that this was a difficult peak to climb. What's the point of being a talented woman or a merchant's daughter? Now that I think about it, there was an aura of mystery surrounding my mother back then. And those who took her away didn't mean to harm her, and even had a hint of reverence in their eyes.

  All of this is a mystery, but for Xia Lin, sooner or later, he will uncover all of it!

  And now, the inheritance of the ancient barbarian tribe is the best opportunity for him, so what he needs to do now is to become stronger, stronger and even stronger!

  When he returned to the small courtyard, Xia Lin couldn't help but notice that Lu'er was peeking out with a vigilant expression, until she saw him and her face lit up with surprise.

  The young master has returned.

  Xia Lin habitually rubbed her little head, "Not staying inside properly, what's the point of running out?"

  Lu'er lowered her head: "I thought Young Master was going to be scolded by Old Master again."

  "Haha." Xia Lin smiled and said, "Don't worry, it won't happen again."

  "Oh." Lǜ ér nodded as if she understood and yet didn't understand at all.

  Back in the room, Xia Lin put down the Quan Ti Jue and Ling Feng Zhang on the table. The Quan Ti Jue was useless to him, and as for the Ling Feng Zhang, he didn't even have any blood energy inside his body right now, so he couldn't activate it either. He could only stare at it blankly, so it was better to just put it down.

  Xia Lin took out a spiritual grass while sitting naked on the bed.

  This is the most basic auxiliary spiritual grass. Every summer family disciple can receive one every month, which has some help for the cultivation of the tempering technique.

  Crack!

  Xia Lin took a big bite of it and swallowed half of it directly into her stomach.

  The medicine disperses, the spiritual grass transforms into a strong medicinal power that spreads throughout the four limbs. However, at this moment, a surge of blood energy suddenly flashes out and swallows up the medicinal power. The Breaking Heaven Technique is activated, thoroughly converting the medicinal power into blood energy.

  Xia Lin could feel it, that narrow blood vessel seemed to have expanded by a thread.

  "It's really useful." Xia Lin's eyes flashed with surprise, although the upgrade wasn't very difficult, but having an upgrade was enough, after all, it was only half a spiritual grass.

  Summer approached, and with one mouthful, he swallowed the remaining half of the spiritual grass. Then, his gaze fell upon a large package of spiritual grass beside him - one pellet per month, ten years' worth of resources, a total of 120 pellets of spiritual grass. This should be enough to raise his cultivation by a significant margin.

  Boom!

  Summer arrives like a cow chewing on peonies, handful after handful of spiritual grass is grasped and swallowed.

  The Body-Breaking Heaven-Defying Technique rapidly circulated, transforming the medicinal effects of the spiritual grass into blood energy. The blood energy began to diffuse throughout the body, impacting the sturdy blood vessels within.

  Xia's eyebrows furrowed slightly as layer upon layer of red light flickered on and off around her body.

  A month's time has passed in the blink of an eye.

  For the first time, Xia Lin finally witnessed the terrifying aspect of the Broken Sky Technique.

  For ordinary Xia family disciples, a single spiritual grass is enough for them to spend twenty days condensing the medicinal properties within it into their body's Xuan Qi, completing the Xuan Qi tempering of their body and enhancing their physical quality.

  Those who have some talent, like Xia Cheng, may only need ten days, so the speed of cultivation is naturally very fast.

  But for Xia Lin, it was only two hours! Two hours, the medicinal properties of a spiritual grass were completely absorbed, transformed into blood energy, and absorbed cleanly.

  Excluding rest time, he can refine four spiritual grasses every day.

  This cultivation speed, I don't know what kind of freakish talent is needed to achieve it. At this time, Xia Lin sat on the bedhead, looking at the already exhausted spiritual grass, and subconsciously ran a round of Breaking Heaven Technique.

  Surging blood and energy flowed through his body like a river, and Xia Lin's eyes flashed with excitement.

  Thirty percent, at this time his body's blood vessels were as much as thirty percent unblocked!

  A thousand-mile dike collapses because of an ant nest, this sentence is indeed true.

  It only opened up a small passage for him to cultivate, and the stubborn blood blockage was so easily swept away.

  A warrior needs to base themselves on physical training. Only after the nine cycles of physical training are complete, can they attempt to break through the boundary of the vortex and become a true warrior!

  But for Xia Lin who is on the path of a cultivator, it can be ignored naturally.

  After returning from his father's place last time, Xia Lin inquired about some information on cultivators and finally understood the division of realms among cultivators.

  Cultivators and practitioners originally don't have a physical boundary, from the start they are equivalent to a warrior's air swirl boundary.

  Cultivators, purely relying on brute force to break through the heavens. Every cultivator has an astonishing physical talent, born with divine strength, able to shatter rocks with their bare hands, and can naturally ignore the weak and small foundation-building period.

  The initial boundary of a cultivator is refining blood, followed by tempering the body and blood pulse, which correspond to the three boundaries of a martial artist's Qi rotation, condensing the sea, and returning to the origin.

  As for what lies beyond, it is the legendary realm of divine transcendence, a category that everyone can only look up to.

  "Refine blood..."

  Xia Lin murmured, if his body could fully accept the barbarian's innate talent, it would naturally be born with divine power after birth, with infinite strength, starting from refining blood, comparable to a whirlwind.

  However, with a weak body for over ten years now, plus the unsmooth blood flow in my body, I'm afraid it's still some distance away from reaching the Blood Refining stage.

  Although it's still not comparable now, as his blood circulation improves, Xia Lin can easily feel his own progress.

  The bloodline of the ancient barbarian tribe began to stir, naturally bringing about the revival of the innate divine abilities of the flesh. The divine power from within the bloodline gradually emerged.

  Xia Lin had once tried it out; without practicing any martial arts techniques, his strength could already rival that of a warrior's third-level Body Tempering.

  This also means that in just one short month, he has already reached the third level of Body Tempering from scratch!

  One month, spanning two weeks!

  What terrible progress this is! If it gets out, I don't know how many people will be shocked.

  "Thirty percent of the blood vessels are unblocked, and the body is tempered three times?" Xia Lin muttered to himself, feeling the fullness of power in his body, "It's not enough, Xia Cheng has been tempering his body seven times a long time ago."

  Unconsciously, Xia Lin's gaze fell on the wooden box on the table.

  There, placed a precious one-product spirit grass, yuan spirit grass.