Chapter 82: The Stone Statue, the Zhang Family
“I still want to roam the world in a green robe with my sword at my hip, drinking by rivers and lakes,” Bai Hongtu said. “Settling down is the last thing on my mind, let alone marrying Lingsu.”
Li Yanchu spoke slowly, “When I was young, I thought I was the wind. Wherever the wind blew, the grass would bow.”
His voice carried a hint of weariness, and a faint melancholy flashed in his eyes. He looked every bit the man with a story.
Bai Hongtu blinked and asked, “And now?”
Li Yanchu gave him a look. “Now... I’m just tired. I want to sleep. See you tomorrow.”
With that, he turned and headed back to his room, leaving Bai Hongtu to stand there utterly baffled, like a man lost in the wind.
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The next day, Li Yanchu was full of energy, practicing martial arts in the courtyard. His movements were wide and powerful, his form agile and fluid.
Each strike carried a fierce and solemn aura; his punches and kicks were sharp, and his limbs were like coiled steel. With every motion, his joints popped like thunder, the air howled around his strikes.
Sweat beaded across his brow, and the qi and blood within his body surged, circulating rapidly and growing ever stronger.
His Divine Astral Hands technique had now been elevated to a first-rate martial art through enhancement. The forms were more refined, the power behind them monumental.
Even more, it brought his training of muscle, bone, tendons and flesh to a new height, and he could feel his physical strength increasing day by day.