He achieved the pinnacle of martial arts starting with breaking through the limits of Tiger Fist.

Chapter 80 One Slash to the Throat

When Jiang Lin left the inner city, it was dusk.

Walking through the streets and alleys of the outer city, Jiang Lin felt the long-lost warmth of everyday life.

Just as darkness fell, the shops on the street put up their lanterns, the wonton stalls by the roadside were steaming, and a group of children were gathered around a vendor selling candied hawthorns.

Jiang Lin slowed his pace, looking at the street scene in front of him, and somewhat enjoyed this rare moment of peace.

Suddenly, Jiang Lin's muscles tensed, the hairs on his body stood on end, and a sense of urgency permeated his entire body.

A glint of light flashed in the twilight, aimed directly at Jiang Lin's throat.

Fast, very fast, extremely fast.

Jiang Lin only had time to retreat half a step before the blade was already at his neck, slicing through his skin and trachea, before continuing forward.

In that extremely critical moment, Jiang Lin's neck muscles automatically contracted, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow.

"White Tiger Breaks the Army"

The Tiger's Might Fist unleashed its strongest strike, a deep tiger's roar echoing through the long street.

A sudden gust of wind arose, causing the wine curtains of the shops along the street to flutter wildly.

The slender figure in front of me swayed continuously and rapidly disappeared into the distance.

Although Jiang Lin missed his target with his punch, he was not upset.

Swift sword, light-footed skill, thin and bony.

It was that person from Lingnan Road.

Jiang Lin grinned maliciously, "Heh, mastering the Tendon Refining Technique? Nothing special."

He reached down and wiped away the blood seeping from his neck.

In the blink of an eye, the wound had forcibly closed, leaving only a faint trace.

The trachea and vocal cords, which were cut in half, were forcibly reconnected and are recovering rapidly.

What a physique!

A few cries interrupted Jiang Lin's thoughts, and people on the street turned to look in his direction.

The assassination happened in the blink of an eye, and the people on the street didn't see what happened.

Jiang Lin picked up the straw figure that had been discarded on the ground. Half of the candied hawthorns on it were still clean and fresh. Jiang Lin took them off one by one and distributed them to the children around him.

"Come on, don't cry, your brother will treat you to candy."

His voice was a little hoarse, but calm and gentle.

After stepping into the martial arts school, the courtyard was empty, with only Lin Feng still practicing hard.

Upon noticing someone enter, Lao Liu turned around and instantly sensed that something was wrong.

What's wrong with you?

Jiang Lin chuckled, "The Eagle Claw Sect sent people to assassinate someone in the street."

"Is it that serious already?"

Lin Feng realized the seriousness of the problem, and his brows furrowed deeply.

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"Don't panic, they've just run out of ideas."

Jiang Lin patted Lin Zheng on the shoulder, looking relaxed.

"I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes before I come back to practice with you."

The icy well water poured down his head, washing away the remaining bloodstains on his body. Jiang Lin reached up and wiped his neck, tearing off the scabs, leaving only a thin line of pink skin.

After changing his clothes, Jiang Lin walked through the corridor and saw the white-clad man at the end.

"Senior Brother Li, were you waiting for me?"

Jiang Linming is an advisor.

"Hearing the commotion, I knew my junior brother had returned, so I came out to see him."

Li Changfeng spoke gently, always maintaining the demeanor of the white-robed gentleman.

"Where are your fellow disciples, Senior Brother?"

Li Changfeng replied, "Junior Sister Su and Junior Brother Bai have returned to the sect. Now that Junior Brother has returned safely, I should also set off tomorrow."

My senior brother is still as honest as ever.

A warm feeling welled up in Jiang Lin's heart. He bowed deeply to Li Changfeng and said, "I'm sorry to have worried you, Senior Brother."

"I invited you to Yunmeng, so naturally I need to see you return before I can feel at ease."

Li Changfeng quickly stepped forward to help him up, and noticed the wound on Jiang Lin's neck. He immediately asked, "Junior Brother, what happened?"

Jiang Lin touched his slightly itchy wound, a relaxed expression on his face.

"We were ambushed by the Eagle Claw Sect, but it was just a minor scratch, Senior Brother, don't worry about it."

Li Changfeng was convinced. His junior brother was so calm and collected in the face of life and death. Perhaps only someone like him could stir up trouble in the future!

After hesitating for a moment, Li Changfeng took out a jade pendant from his pocket. "This is a token of my Taihua Sect. When you have completed your bone refining, you can bring this to my Taihua Sect."

"I am deeply grateful for your kindness, but I cannot accept this token."

Li Changfeng was somewhat surprised. Countless people wanted to enter the Taihua Sect but couldn't, yet this person had refused.

Jiang Lin's thoughts were simple: he simply disliked the constraints of the sect, a feeling that grew stronger after he met Chao Haisheng.

In his view, even joining the Mountain and Sea Alliance would be more free and comfortable than joining a sect.

"I'm sorry to have disappointed my senior brother."

Jiang Lin spoke apologetically, but Li Changfeng waved his hand, "There's no need for that. This token is only for introduction. To join the sect, you'll need to undergo additional tests, so even if you refuse, there's no need to apologize."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Lin immediately felt relieved.

The next day, Jiang Lin got up early and saw Li Changfeng off at the entrance of the martial arts school.

After receiving approval from his master Li Zhenguan, he brewed the first pot of "bone-strengthening soup" under the guidance of the master in the pharmacy.

[Skill] Pharmaceutical Making (Beginner 13/100)

Senior Sister Long was right after all. The medicine-making technique itself is not too difficult; the difficulty lies in the formula and the ingredients.

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Jiang Lin also discovered that, like fishing, the skill level in making medicine is related to the quantity; the skill level is vastly different between cooking one pot and cooking one jar.

"Come on, come on, one bowl each, don't be shy."

The courtyard was filled with wails and the smell of burning flesh was so strong that it was impossible to eat.

The disciples in this compound all come from well-off families in the city, unlike him and Lin Zheng back then, who were dirt poor.

Since they weren't short of money for the medicine, why would these disciples want to drink Jiang Lin's dark, unappetizing stuff? It even smelled strange.

"Senior Brother Jiang, this isn't poisonous, is it? Something doesn't look right to me."

Jiang Lin glared and said angrily, "It's definitely not poisonous. Would I harm you? I'm telling you, it's free now, but once I've mastered the skills in a few days, this good thing won't be possible anymore."

"Then please wait a few days. Your pot is all burnt black; it's scary to look at!"

Jiang Lin sighed softly and looked down.

The pot looks a bit dark, and it doesn't look very appealing, but it's definitely not poisonous. He drank a bowl of it before bringing it over.

It tasted terrible, but it would be a shame to throw it away, since this pot of ingredients cost him more than ten taels of silver!

Seeing that everyone was discussing it and no one dared to try it first, Jiang Lin could only bang the iron pot and point the iron ladle at Lin Zheng.

"Sixth brother, you go first."

"I knew it—"

Lin Zheng's mind went blank. It was too late to dodge, so he could only make excuses, saying, "I've already knocked on the barrier three times, and drinking this won't work anymore."

Jiang Lin grinned. "It may not work, but it's not harmful either, right?"

"Hard to say."

Lin Zheng muttered to himself, increasingly regretting that he had come to join in the fun.

"What did you say?"

Jiang Lin's eyes widened, and threatening words slipped out.

"As the senior brother, you need to set an example for your junior brothers. Don't force me to feed you myself."

After saying that, Jiang Lin exuded even more domineering aura, sweeping the iron ladle in his hand around.

"One bowl each, one bowl for each person."