The Golden Swan Skill primarily focuses on training the leg muscles and tendons.
This cultivation technique is extremely difficult, requiring high aptitude and perception.
Lin Zheyu, with a foundation laid by Wild Bull Fist, has a body full of strong muscles and skin, already achieving the Bone Forging Realm, thus finding it relatively easy to begin.
The Golden Swan Skill consists of eight layers, and cultivating it to Third-Layer Perfection, one's strength can reach the Peak of Refining Internal Organs.
Upon reaching the Fourth Layer, one's strength attains the Qi Blood Realm.
Thereafter, with every level increase, the whole body's Qi and blood undergo a Qi Blood Transformation.
If one can cultivate the Golden Swan Skill to Eighth-Layer Perfection, in the Qi Blood Realm, they can achieve Qi Blood Four Transformations.
Masters of leg skills are extremely rare.
Especially those capable of cultivating to the Qi Blood Four Transformations, such leg skills are exceedingly precious.
Although it's merely considered a mid-tier martial skill, in terms of preciousness, it can rival top-tier second-class martial arts.
When cultivated to a profound level, the leg skill can attack and defend, move like the wind, and naturally be in an invincible position.
In the courtyard.
Liang Song drew dozens of large and small circles on the ground.
Placed on the ground were a dozen wooden stakes, about 20 centimeters in diameter, on which Lin Zheyu stood, moving quickly.
From time to time, he would leap off the stake, maneuvering back and forth in the circles with a peculiar footwork.
This is the unique footwork of the Golden Swan Skill.
To master the Golden Swan Skill, one must first learn its unique footwork.
Under Liang Song's guidance, Lin Zheyu spent more than three hours firmly memorizing all the footwork.
However, applying it felt somewhat awkward, necessitating a lot of practice to perfect.
"Take a break, haste makes waste."
"Martial arts cannot be rushed, it requires balancing intensity and relaxation."
"Take a rest, prepare for the storytelling event, and come back in the evening for further sparring." Liang Song told Lin Zheyu to stop.
Lin Zheyu stopped, panting.
He looked at the data in his consciousness; the progress of the Golden Swan Skill was promising.
[Heaven rewards the diligent]
Name: Lin Zheyu
Source Power: 6
Skills:
Wild Bull Fist (Mastery 3%)
Golden Swan Skill (Uninitiated 68%)
A morning of practice, just 32 progress points away from initiating the Golden Swan Skill.
With some effort in the evening, it can be initiated.
With the experience of practicing the Wild Bull Fist, Lin Zheyu is not considered a novice in Martial Dao, quickly grasping the Golden Swan Skill.
But this is only the beginning.
The difficulty of cultivating the Golden Swan Skill is much higher than the Wild Bull Fist, and progress will slow after reaching the second layer.
It requires a lot of time to practice leg agility, training them to be as flexible as arms.
"No rush for the Wild Bull Fist, focus on advancing the level of the Golden Swan Skill first."
Lin Zheyu thought to himself.
The Golden Swan Skill, as a primary leg cultivation technique, can attack and defend, and against a strong opponent, it allows for an escape.
It's been over ten days since the last advancement.
Lin Zheyu has now accumulated twelve silver taels,
What restrains the speed of his strength enhancement is not the amount of Source Power, but the lack of silver taels.
Without sufficient silver taels to purchase herbs, utilizing Source Power to enhance would require a lot of time to replenish Qi and blood, and to strengthen the physique.
"I must find a way to broaden the channels to earn money."
Lin Zheyu thought to himself, walking home.
He needs to change his attire and head to Bidan Tea House for storytelling.
...
Upon arriving at Bidan Tea House, it was already filled with people.
Lin Zheyu noticed many unfamiliar faces, one group particularly catching his attention.
"Mr. Wo, who is that middle-aged man?"
Lin Zheyu pointed to the man seated at the central table.
That was a somewhat scholarly middle-aged man, accompanied by several beautiful women, with several strong men standing around.
One of them was Jia Yanrong, whom Lin Zheyu had met yesterday.
Jia Yanrong's eyes were bloodshot, with his tiger-like eyes nearly squinting shut, his vision not fully restored.
"That is Mr. Xu, the Gang Leader of the Feihong Gang," said Mr. Wo.
Upon hearing this, Lin Zheyu revealed a knowing expression.
Yesterday, he beat up Jia Yanrong, and today the opposing party came looking for him.
Fortunately, Bidan Tea House is Lin Zheyu's home turf, so he wasn't very afraid.
After all, Liang Song was also there.
Lin Zheyu looked towards the window where Liang Song was daydreaming.
"Is he very powerful?" asked Lin Zheyu.
"You didn't provoke him, did you?"
Mr. Wo looked at Lin Zheyu nervously.
If it was just Jia Yanrong, Mr. Wo would not be worried.
Initially, he only suggested that Lin Zheyu temporarily stay in the Wo Family Village to avoid being bullied since he was alone.
But if they provoked the Gang Leader of the Feihong Gang, that was different.
The Feihong Gang had many members, with a formidable Gang Leader; if they really angered Xu Jingwu, it would be troublesome.
"I shouldn't have provoked him," Lin Zheyu said.
"That's good." Mr. Wo sighed in relief. "How did you get involved with Mr. Xu?"
"Yesterday, after my storytelling, I encountered Jia Yanrong on the way home."
"Jia Yanrong informed me that Mr. Xu enjoyed my story and invited me to the Feihong Gang this morning to tell him stories."
"I was delighted, as someone inviting me for storytelling would mean I'd earn considerable money."
"But when I asked how much they would pay, Jia Yanrong said there would be no payment. Telling stories for Mr. Xu was an honor, and there was no payment involved."
"I thought, if there is no payment, how could they expect me to go and tell stories? So I refused."
Lin Zheyu said innocently.
Mr. Wo: "..."
Listening to Lin Zheyu's account, Mr. Wo opened his mouth but abruptly found himself at a loss for words.
"Ah, I really don't know what to say to you."
"What kind of person is Mr. Xu? Even without payment, many storytellers would be eager to tell stories for him."
"If Mr. Xu is pleased and you gain his favor, you won't have to worry about the future."
Mr. Wo said regretfully.
He glanced in Xu Jingwu's direction, quietly advising, "Today, make sure to tell your story well. If you impress Mr. Xu, your opportunities will come."
Mr. Wo was genuinely kind. Although he was worried about losing Lin Zheyu, his major draw for customers, he genuinely considered Lin Zheyu's future.
This was why Lin Zheyu insisted on staying at Bidan Tea House initially.
Mr. Wo treated him genuinely, and Lin Zheyu repaid him in kind.
"By the way, besides this, do you have any other conflicts with them?"
"Oh, Jia Yanrong wanted to beat me up and forcibly drag me away, so I had to defend myself."
"During the defense, I threw some chili powder in his eyes, not sure if he went blind."
Lin Zheyu said, glancing at Jia Yanrong with his squinting red and swollen eyes.
Mr. Wo: "..."
He was at a loss for words.
Not going was one thing, but hitting someone was like a slap in the face.
In the world, sometimes fights are for face and pride.
Mr. Wo sighed; young people can be reckless, and handling situations forcefully is not the right approach.
He patted Lin Zheyu on the shoulder, advising him to focus on his storytelling.
If things got out of hand, he'd have to ask the boss to mediate, which should resolve the issue.
But that might cost a lot in terms of compensated silver taels afterward.
"Don't worry, Master Liang is also here, so it's not a big issue." Lin Zheyu said with a smile.
Mr. Wo glanced at Liang Song, shaking his head slightly in his heart.
He believed in Liang Song's ability, thinking he could fight ten men, but there were limits.
In his understanding, while Liang Song was formidable, facing the many members of the Feihong Gang and their powerful leader was another matter.