A Martial Saint in Chaotic Times: Starting with Grinding Proficiency

Yi Jin Jing?

Hearing Li Tong's words, Zhou Yuan felt a slight tremor in his heart.

Just a few days ago, he was severely injured and lay in bed, his life hanging in the balance. How did he suddenly break through to a higher realm now?

"From destruction comes construction; I heard that he successfully broke through the barrier while recovering from his injuries!"

Li Tong was so excited that his face was flushed, as if he himself had achieved the breakthrough.

"Now the whole of Luochuan County is buzzing with the news: a master of the Yi Jin Jing at less than twenty years old! Our little place hasn't seen someone like that in years!"

Li Tong sighed again, his words filled with envy.

Zhou Yuan listened, feeling quite moved.

Between life and death lies great terror, but also great opportunity.

To be able to break through a pass while severely injured and on the verge of death, Wang Tengfei's talent is indeed terrifying.

However, that's all.

For him, it was just a slight ripple in his heart, nothing more.

With the control panel in hand, as long as you cultivate step by step, breaking through to the next realm will be a natural outcome.

Even a peerless martial art like the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, which makes countless geniuses hesitate to attempt, would only be a matter of time before it fell into his hands.

These thoughts flashed through Zhou Yuan's mind, but a hint of pride and amazement appeared on his face at the right moment.

"Really? That's truly a joyous occasion for our Qingyang Martial Arts School!"

He then took the opportunity to praise Wang Tengfei a few times.

Everyone wants to carry a sedan chair, and Wang Tengfei is currently enjoying great popularity. If I were to show even the slightest disdain or jealousy, it would be easy for someone with ulterior motives to use it against me.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries with Li Tong, Zhou Yuan took his leave under the pretext of exchanging currency.

I've been at the patrol station for ten days now, and I wonder how my sister is doing in the boudoir.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yuan quickened his pace to get home.

But when he reached the entrance of the muddy alley, he found that the alley was different from usual.

The crowds were bustling and lively, much more so than before.

Zhou Yuan followed the flow of people and found that at the end of the crowd was the Song family's general store.

At this moment, several large red "double happiness" characters were hanging in front of the Song family's gate, and firecracker debris was scattered all over the ground.

Song Laogen was all smiles as he greeted and saw off guests. He was wearing brand-new clothes, and his face was full of wrinkles as he smiled broadly.

Upon seeing Zhou Yuan, Song Laogen's smile froze. After hesitating for a moment, he quickly stepped forward to greet him.

"Master Zhou... you finished your shift quite early today."

Song Laogen looked at Zhou Yuan, no longer calling him by his name directly, but using a respectful title, his words carrying a hint of embarrassment.

"Uncle Song, just call me Yuanzi, no need to be so polite," Zhou Yuanchao glanced into the inner room and replied casually.

"Today is Fang'er's engagement, and the groom's family is pressuring us... there's nothing we can do about it."

Song Laogen carefully observed Zhou Yuan's reaction, feeling somewhat uneasy.

He was afraid that Zhou Yuan was still holding a grudge about the Song family's annulment of the engagement.

The Zhou Yuan of today is no longer the poor boy who carried bags at the docks, but a real Bone Forging Realm martial artist and a messenger for the Northern City Patrol Division.

If such a person were to truly seek revenge, their small Song family simply could not afford it.

"Congratulations."

Zhou Yuan nodded slightly.

To him now, Song Fang was no different from a stranger.

He was a transmigrator, and he didn't care about the so-called marriage contract of his predecessor at all.

In his eyes, Song Fang was nothing more than a woman who was somewhat attractive but also materialistic and snobbish.

Such people are never lacking in any world, and they are not worth wasting any of your energy on.

"I have something to do, so I won't bother you any longer."

After saying that, Zhou Yuan walked straight home without glancing at the Song family again.

Meanwhile, in front of the Song family hall, Song Fang was arm in arm with a tall, handsome man, toasting among the guests.

She applied exquisite makeup and changed into gorgeous clothes. To outsiders, she and the man looked like a perfect couple, a match made in heaven.

Especially the man Zhang Hao, who is already a martial artist at the Bone Forging Realm at a young age, and I heard that he is about to buy a property in the inner city.

From now on, Song Fang will be the rightful mistress of the inner city.

It seems that the Song family's good days are truly about to begin.

Many neighbors who received the invitations felt proud.

Meanwhile, Song Fang, standing in the crowd, tried her best to maintain a calm and composed demeanor, appearing dignified and proper, but deep down, she couldn't suppress her smugness.

She had already inquired and knew that Zhou Yuan would be off duty today.

That's why she begged Zhang Hao to specially set the engagement ceremony for today.

She wanted to use this method to tell Zhou Yuan that Song Fang's choice was not wrong.

Even if you, Zhou Yuan, have become successful now and become a Bone Forging Realm martial artist, so what?

I, Song Fang, am still living a better life than you!

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Meanwhile, Zhou Yuan had already returned home.

As soon as I entered, I smelled the aroma of food.

His older sister, Zhou Ting, had already prepared the meal and was sitting at the table waiting for him.

The meal was very lavish, and Zhou Ting's face was beaming with a bright smile that hadn't been seen in a long time.

"Yuanzi, Miss Rong has agreed! I'm going back to the embroidery pavilion!"

Upon seeing Zhou Yuan return, Zhou Ting couldn't wait to tell him the good news.

"And...and she was the same top-ranking embroiderer from before! Her monthly salary was fifteen taels!"

"Really? I knew my sister was skillful and just as good as anyone else."

Zhou Yuan responded with a smile, though he was somewhat surprised.

He knew there was a high probability that his sister would return to the embroidery shop, but he never expected that Liu Rong would directly reinstate her to her original position, starting as a first-rank embroiderer.

This incident actually made him develop a bit of a favorable impression of the county magistrate's daughter.

Zhou Ting seemed to have opened a floodgate of words, telling Zhou Yuan about what she had seen and heard in the embroidery building over the past few days.

She spoke with great enthusiasm, from the new embroiderer to the amusing stories of the embroidery workshop, and then to Miss Rong's kindness.

It's clear that she's been having a really good time in the embroidery tower.

Zhou Yuan sat quietly beside her, listening to his sister's story and occasionally chiming in with a few words.

Half an hour later, Zhou Ting's voice gradually softened.

She looked at Zhou Yuan, the smile on her lips slowly fading, and tentatively opened her mouth.

"I heard... Song Fang got engaged today."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yuan paused in his eating.

He didn't expect his sister to suddenly ask about this.

Seeing Zhou Yuan's silence, Zhou Ting assumed he was upset and quickly comforted him, "You don't need to take this too seriously. It's just that Song Fang wasn't lucky. There are many other beautiful unmarried girls in the brothel now, no less attractive or less charming than her. I... I will definitely find you the best one!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yuan instinctively wanted to say that he was fine.

But then he thought better of it and swallowed his words.

These kinds of things often get worse the more you try to explain them.

Therefore, saying nothing is the best option.

He silently ate a few more mouthfuls of food, then got up and walked back to his small courtyard.

Clearing his mind of all distractions, Zhou Yuan slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

Now that the family's situation is getting better and better, my sister has regained her former smile.

But he knew very well that all of this was based on his own strength.

In this chaotic world, only strength can ensure one's survival.

Without real strength, this thriving scene before us is nothing but a castle in the air, which will dissipate with a gust of wind.

Zhou Yuan entered the courtyard, his feet shoulder-width apart.

He slowly calmed his mind and began to practice the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.

As he assumed the specific stance, a barely perceptible current of air began to swirl around him.

The fallen leaves in the courtyard move on their own even without wind.

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