After the darkness!

In the kitchen, Song Huiling, wearing an apron, came out carrying a steaming bowl of sweet and sour pork ribs.

She placed the plate on the dining table and, noticing the quietness in the living room, instinctively asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Yunming still held the cup in his hand, gasping for breath and hissing continuously.

He didn't reply immediately. His gaze swept across the box, then lingered on the chopstick deeply embedded in the cardboard box, and finally settled on his son.

Lin Yunming is no ordinary middle-aged man. In his youth, he served in the army, built high walls, and dug underground cities. In middle age, he transferred to the government and worked in writing. He has never given up learning.

He is a true intellectual and a practitioner.

He naturally understood just how difficult the scene Lin Yijue had just pulled off was.

First, he tossed the chopsticks, then he kicked.

The first requirement is absolute precision in seeing, doing, and doing.

The chopsticks ended up sticking into the cardboard box, which was a specially made thick cardboard box.

This requires even more astonishing explosive power.

He swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

"It's nothing..." His voice started to sound a little hoarse, but he quickly recovered.

"It's just a happy occasion, a great happy occasion. As expected of my son, Lin Yunming, this is what you call it."

"This is what they call 'a blessing in disguise,' and 'fortune changes every thirty years, so never underestimate a young man's potential!'" Lin Yunming said with a smile.

Without taking a breath, he unleashed the golden quotes he had treasured in his head.

He was indeed delighted.

He was more pleased with what the other party represented than with the ability they displayed.

This means that even after graduation, the other person can still live a decent and healthy life in this world without them.

"What 'thirty years' and 'west of the river'... You're just spouting nonsense that no one can understand! You only know how to spout incomprehensible gibberish. What on earth happened?" Mother Song Huiling complained. But she still understood that something good had just happened, and a smile appeared on her face.

Lin Yunming didn't keep anyone in suspense and briefly recounted what had just happened.

"You mean... he'll be able to get into university?" Song Huiling was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then asked with delight.

Lin Yunming put down his teacup, his face beaming with smiles: "If he can really master the 'Eighteen Styles,' getting a junior college diploma shouldn't be a problem, since it's a bonus."

Song Huiling's eyes welled up with tears. She quickly walked up to Lin Yijue, looked him up and down as if she were seeing her son for the first time: "Good news, it really is good news..."

Then, just like Lin's father, she also inquired about the details.

Following his earlier statement, Lin Yijue once again attributed everything to the man-made forest, claiming ignorance of everything else.

"Man-made forests do indeed bring extraordinary encounters. This perhaps confirms an old saying before the night: between life and death lies both great terror and great opportunity," Lin Yunming remarked from the side.

"Enough of that!" Song Huiling immediately interrupted, turning to her son sternly, "It's a good thing, but keep it a secret, don't let anyone be jealous! Also, artificial forests are too dangerous, you're not allowed to go there again!"

Her expression softened when she saw Lin Yijue nod in agreement.

The atmosphere at the dinner table became noticeably more lively.

Song Huiling questioned her son about his recent situation in detail, and scolded him for not telling her sooner.

Lin Yunming would occasionally chime in, planning his son's future direction.

As he spoke, he pulled out another 10,000 yuan.

"Keep it for later use, and buy some algae supplements to replenish your body. Don't forget to give the coach a spare gift; you need to learn about social etiquette."

Lin Yijue nodded in agreement.

The meal lasted for almost an hour in this atmosphere.

After finally finishing his meal, he used studying as an excuse to return to his room.

Sitting on the bed, touching the newly acquired 13,000 yuan, he thought about what had just happened.

A strange feeling rose in Lin Yijue's heart; it was a complex emotion that mixed feelings of unfamiliarity and warmth.

He recalled the original owner's past memories: that boy who was always looked down upon and remained unknown, who had never experienced such focus and praise from the whole family.

"It does take some getting used to..."

But thinking about it carefully, this feeling seems pretty good!

The ease and sense of security that comes from family approval is similar to watching your proficiency increase rapidly while practicing boxing, feeling your body's strength and physical attributes gradually improve.

It brings joy and a sense of accomplishment.

"If only there weren't any phages..."

Suddenly, Lin Yijue sighed softly.

Without thinking twice, I pulled out a thick piece of pork rib from my travel bag. It wasn't big, only about half a pound.

He ate most of it in a few bites.

The smell of blood was somewhat pungent, but it did not stimulate his senses in any way.

On the contrary, the swallowed pieces of meat are quickly digested, immediately transforming into a sense of satisfaction.

However, unlike at the beginning, it did not transform into cool energy to restore fatigue.

"So the fatigue points restored by eating meat aren't unlimited?" Lin Yijue wondered to himself.

He took out his folding phone and entered the amount of food consumed and changes in his fatigue level into the phone's memo app.

These are all information and data that can be used to trade with Wang Mingde for better things.

If you don't slaughter a big dog, you're a fool.

Then it was time to continue practicing boxing and burning through fatigue points.

Lin Yijue calmed down, recalled the key points of the eighteen moves, and slowly began to practice.

My current practice routine is noticeably different from before.

From the very first movement, his breathing was long and steady, matching the rhythm of his movements.

Then comes the second move, the Oblique Step Thrust Fist.

Third Form: Pine Tree Standing Firm

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Tenth Form: Black Tortoise Shrinks its Neck

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Sixteenth Form: Black Tiger Cuts Tail

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From the first move to the eighteenth move, a force brews and circulates within the body, like a greedy snake, spreading from the limbs and torso to the whole body.

It gradually became more fluid and dynamic, starting from a stagnant and obscure style.

Lin Yijue could clearly feel that he could mobilize more and more muscles, and a feeling of "controlling his own arms" arose spontaneously.

However, this kind of breathing exercise is extremely taxing.

Soon, sweat soaked through his vest, and his muscles first felt numb and tingly, then unbearably prickly, and his breathing became rapid. The familiar buzzing sound rang in his ears again.

The eighteenth move, the Return to My Own Style, concludes.

Lin Yijue adjusted his posture and stood up.

He let out a heavy breath, relaxed his body slightly, and stopped with satisfaction.

"I'm done practicing."

Although the physical pain persisted, once the state of being stretched to its limit by willpower and muscle tension subsided, the sensation was no longer unbearable.

"Just a little bit more, just a little bit more, and I can maintain my breathing rhythm and channel the Ming Jin (vital energy) into the sixteenth form, Xuanhu Jianwei (Black Tiger Cuts Tail)."

Lin Yijue took off his clothes, sat on the edge of the bed, and reviewed his actions from just now.

When he practiced the sixteenth form, his forward bend and backward swing were all standard, but his energy dissipated during the final "Tiger Scissors Tail" leg sweep.

"It should be done in another two or three days."

Lin Yijue estimated the progress, checked the time, and realized it was almost midnight; it was time to go to sleep.

He quickly washed up, and just as he was about to lie down, he suddenly heard a soft squeaking sound.

He almost forgot one thing: he hadn't even used the bamboo rats he bought yet.