Uncle Nine: You were supposed to drive corpses, so you summoned the Monkey King!

With a forceful pull of both hands.

They forcibly separated the two who were wrestling.

"Master, great master, it's the middle of the night, don't bother with all this."

"The house is dilapidated, and it needs to be repaired tomorrow."

Lin Chen spoke calmly, but the force in his hands was uncompromising.

Master Four Eyes struggled for a moment, but found that he couldn't break free from Lin Chen's grasp.

He was secretly alarmed.

How come this kid's strength is getting stronger and stronger?

Master Ikkyu also took the opportunity to back down.

"Amitabha, for the sake of young friend Lin Chen, this old monk will not hold it against you today."

Master Ikkyu straightened his torn robe and slunk back to the next room.

Master Simu rubbed his arm, which had been pinched and turned blue, and grumbled.

"You got there fast!"

Looking at the messy house, Master Si Mu felt a pang of heartache.

"This wall... Jiale, you're in charge of fixing it tomorrow!"

Jiale got up with a bitter face.

"Why is it me again...?"

The rain was still falling outside, and a cold wind was blowing in through the large hole.

Master Simu shuddered and ran back to his room to get a blanket.

Lin Chen returned to his room.

Although the magical duel just now ended in a comical manner, he had actually watched the whole process.

[Ding! Daily progress of observing the magical duel: 100/100, completed!]

Just then, the wall clock struck.

It's midnight.

Lin Chen sat cross-legged, waiting for the system to settle the accounts.

[Ding! It's midnight. Begin today's cultivation settlement.]

[Draw 100 talismans today, comprehend the true meaning of talismans, and gain +1 Spirit.]

[Today I observed an advanced magical duel, dissected object manipulation techniques, and learned: Telekinesis (beginner level).]

[Observing the battle today brought me peace of mind, and I obtained: Maoshan Breathing Technique (Level 1).]

A series of notification sounds rang in my mind.

Lin Chen opened his eyes, his face full of joy.

Retrieve items remotely!

This is a very useful spell.

Not only can it be used for magical battles, but it's also very convenient for everyday work.

What surprised him even more was the Maoshan Breathing Technique.

This signifies that he has finally moved beyond being a mere novice relying on brute force and has truly stepped into the threshold of cultivation.

A warm current appeared out of nowhere in my dantian.

It traveled along the eight extraordinary meridians for a while, and finally returned to silence.

Lin Chen felt refreshed and invigorated, all the fatigue from the day gone.

He stretched out his right hand and aimed it at the teacup on the table.

He silently recited the incantation, mobilizing the faint magical power in his dantian.

"rise!"

The teacup wobbled slightly, then floated up, swaying precariously.

Even though it was only half a foot off the table, it was enough to excite Lin Chen.

"As expected of a product of the system, it directly saves me several years of hard training."

Lin Chen withdrew his magic power, and the teacup landed steadily back on the table.

The next morning.

The heavy rain has stopped.

The air in the mountains and forests is exceptionally fresh, carrying the fragrance of earth.

Lin Chen got up early and went to the courtyard.

Jiale was holding a hammer and planks, laboriously repairing the wall that had been punched through last night.

The neighboring Ikkyu-sensei also came out.

His left eye socket was bruised and swollen like a panda's.

He was holding a broom and sweeping up the puddles in the yard.

Master Simu pushed open the door and came out.

The situation isn't much better.

There is a noticeable scratch on his right cheek, and he walks with a limp.

The two old rivals met and simultaneously let out a cold snort.

They both turned their heads away, ignoring each other.

Breakfast time.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was very strange.

Jiale brought out a large bowl of white rice porridge and a plate of freshly steamed white flour buns.

Master Simu picked up his chopsticks, preparing to grab the biggest and whitest steamed bun.

Master Ikkyu appeared at some point.

He was holding an empty bowl.

"Amitabha, Brother Four Eyes, the firewood over there is wet and can't be used to start a fire. I've come to ask for some alms."

As he spoke, Master Ikkyu reached for the large steamed bun with his chopsticks.

Master Four Eyes reacted quickly, using his chopsticks to catch Master Ikkyu's chopsticks.

"Go beg for alms elsewhere; you're not welcome here!"

The two people exerted force with their wrists at the same time, and the chopsticks competed in mid-air.

No one could reach that steamed bun.

Jiale watched anxiously from the side, his stomach growling with hunger, but he dared not touch his chopsticks.

Lin Chen sat opposite him and slowly took a sip of porridge.

He looked at the big steamed bun on the plate.

A thought crossed my mind.

He gently made a hand seal under the table with his right hand.

"Telekinesis".

Suddenly, the large steamed bun spun halfway around in the plate.

Then it slowly floated up.

It skipped directly over the two, who were locked in a fierce battle, and landed steadily in Lin Chen's bowl.

The table fell silent instantly.

Master Four Eyes and Master One-Kyu maintained their competitive stance, their eyes fixed on the steamed bun in Lin Chen's bowl.

Jiale was also dumbfounded.

"Junior brother... is this some kind of magic trick?"

pat.

Master Simu dropped his chopsticks on the table.

He stood up and pointed at Lin Chen.

"Telekinesis? When did you learn that?!"

Master Simu was practically going crazy.

I only used this trick once last night, and this kid can already do it right away today?

What kind of monstrous talent is this? To learn it just by looking at it once?

Lin Chen took a bite of the steamed bun without changing his expression.

"Master, I watched you and the Grandmaster fight last night, and I think this move is quite useful."

"I just thought about it for a moment and gave it a try, and I didn't expect it to actually work."

Just tried it out casually?

Si Mu felt as if a huge rock was stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down.

He spent half a year staring at a leaf to practice this skill of retrieving objects from a distance.

Master Ikkyu was also utterly shocked.

He clasped his hands together, looking at Lin Chen as if he were looking at a rare treasure.

"Young friend Lin Chen, with your comprehension, if you were to enter my Buddhist sect, you would surely become a great monk in the future."

"Shut up, you bald monk!"

Master Four Eyes panicked and immediately shielded Lin Chen in front of him.

"I am a descendant of Maoshan sect disciples, don't try to poach me!"

Breakfast ended amidst much noise and commotion.

We've eaten.

Master Simu called Lin Chen into the courtyard.

"Lin Chen, your talent is truly rare."

Master Si Mu coughed twice, adopting the airs of a master.

"However, on the path of cultivation, one must avoid being overly ambitious."

"No matter how exquisite the magic is, it still needs profound magical power to support it."

"What you lack most right now is magic power."

Lin Chen nodded in agreement; his current magical power was indeed pitifully small.

They can barely grab a steamed bun from a distance; if they really encounter a powerful monster, they still have to rely on their fists and summoning magic.

"Master's teachings are correct; this disciple will certainly cultivate diligently."

Master Four Eyes stroked his beard with satisfaction.

"Hmm, the weather's nice today. Go to the back hill and cut some fresh peach wood."

"I'm going to make you a peach wood sword for self-defense."

Lin Chen's eyes lit up; he was finally going to have his own magical artifact.

He picked up the old axe and headed straight for the back of the mountain.

We had just reached the halfway point of the mountain.

Lin Chen suddenly stopped.

There was a deep series of tire tracks on the muddy mountain road ahead.

A faint, fishy odor still lingered in the air.

This taste is a hundred times stronger than the mandrill from last night.

Lin Chen squatted down and touched the mud in the tire tracks.

"Such a heavy yin energy."

This is no ordinary carriage.

This is a vehicle used to transport coffins.

Judging by the time, Master Qianhe's group should have already entered this mountain forest.

Lin Chen stood up and looked toward the end of the mountain path.

That royal zombie with copper skin and iron bones, impervious to ordinary magic.

It's finally coming.