Lin Xing first felt that his Taiqing Long Fist and meditation were no longer shackled, and he could continue to improve.
Next, a warm current surged from his sea of consciousness and shone as specks of starlight within it. This power felt incredibly weak, yet it was exceedingly tenacious.
Finally, a sense of comfort swept through his body, and he discerned another enhancement in his physical strength.
Strength: 2.6 → 2.9
Speed: 1.8 → 2.3
Endurance: 2.5 → 2.9
However, the enhancement of his physical condition was not as substantial as he had imagined. Lin Xing felt that the real focus of the Daoist Child's inheritance was perhaps on the force that surged out in his mind.
As he successfully comprehended the inheritance, a massive amount of memories also revived in his mind at that moment.
While browsing through these memories, he muttered, "So that's how it is, after comprehending the inheritance, the next step is to continue refining skills, elevating existing skills to their limits.
After all, inheriting this understanding enhances potential more, but to turn this potential into actual strength, one still needs to put in effort."
"Once skills reach their limits, the next step is to sublimate them. This is the true method to become powerful after comprehending the inheritance."
"After the sublimation of the skills is complete, it seems I will then recall the choice for the next stage of inheritance…"
Bai Yiyi, listening to Lin Xing's murmurs, expressed her surprise, "How do you know so much? You even know about the second-stage inheritance?"
Lin Xing sighed, "Unfortunately, I don't know where these memories come from, nor do I understand why I know so much."
Ultimately lacking more clues, the two speculated but to no avail, and Bai Yiyi also became concerned about the areas in which Lin Xing had advanced after comprehending the Daoist Child's inheritance.
Suddenly, Lin Xing turned his head toward her, a killing intent emanating tangibly, sweeping over a toy cat.
Bai Yiyi tapped the cat's head and said, "After comprehending the inheritance, being able to externally project killing intent is similar to what soldiers do."
Lin Xing's figure flashed as he executed a set of Taiqing Long Fist.
Bai Yiyi commented, "Your strength has increased a bit, but it doesn't seem to match the growth after soldiers comprehend their inheritance."
She said disappointingly, "Is that it?"
Lin Xing replied, "I also gained a new kind of power in my mind, but I'm still not very proficient with it. Let me try…"
As he spoke, Lin Xing's eyes fixated on a candlestick on the table. Suddenly, he reached out, and the candlestick wobbled as it floated into the air.
Bai Yiyi exclaimed in surprise, "Innate Gang Qi? No, Innate Gang Qi isn't this weak, what is this?"
With a clatter, the candlestick fell back onto the table.
It seemed that since it was his first time using it, Lin Xing felt a slight pain between his eyebrows. While massaging his brow, he explained, "According to my memory, this is called spiritual sense. It can fetch objects from afar and also harm people from a distance."
Hearing this, Bai Yiyi's eyes gleamed with excitement: "That powerful? No wonder you chose Daoist Child. But why haven't I heard those old Taoists possess such abilities?"
Lin Xing shook his head, indicating he didn't know, then again activated his spiritual sense, slowly lifting a teapot not far away: "The power of this spiritual sense is still far weaker than my physical strength, about the level of a small child."
Bai Yiyi said, "It's weak, but it's enough. It gives a significant advantage in combat if you can strike from afar unexpectedly."
In the following times, Lin Xing and Bai Yiyi familiarized themselves with this new ability in their room, and they were also served lunch by the servants.
After resting in the afternoon, Lin Xing took the opportunity to practice Taiqing Long Fist under Bai Yiyi's guidance.
Although he could refine his skills in reversed time, Lin Xing did not neglect his routine training, seizing every moment to progress.
After having dinner brought by the servants, Lin Xing decided not to return but to continue intensively refining his skills in the Great Zhou World.
Thus, he trained until around ten at night.
Taiqing Long Fist (Level 2 0%) → Taiqing Long Fist (Level 2 0.4%)
Meditation (Level 2 0%) → Meditation (Level 2 0.1%)
Lying in bed before falling asleep, Lin Xing reflected on his progress in skills and exclaimed, "The path of cultivation is indeed fraught with hardships; it's very difficult."
"Fortunately, I have superpowers."
"Still, I should find a chance to die a few more times."
…
Early the next morning, after Lin Xing had eaten the breakfast brought by the servants, he was hurried to meet the Commander.
He traveled through multiple courtyards to reach a garden.
Before entering the garden, servants promptly approached Lin Xing for a thorough inspection.
A manager nearby admonished, "Check carefully; the Commander hates it when people have dirt on them."
He also reminded Lin Xing, "Remember, be careful with your words after you go in, and never offend the Commander, or you will certainly meet a miserable end."
Lin Xing thought to himself, "I want to see just how miserable."
After the servants had cleaned some mud spots from his trousers, Lin Xing was allowed to enter.
In the center of the garden stood a man over two meters tall, bald, and dressed in splendid military attire, holding a rifle aiming at a target fifty meters away.
With a bang, the bullet hit the bullseye, and the soldiers around him clapped in praise.
The man casually threw the rifle to a soldier nearby, stroked his meticulously groomed beard, and looked at Lin Xing, who had walked into the garden.
He slowly approached Lin Xing and asked, "Are you Lin Xing?"
As Lin Xing nodded, the bald man's gaze pierced forward like a sharp sword.
"Was it you who killed the soldiers sent to Jiang Family Village?"
As their gazes collided, a surge of killing intent came head-on.
If the killing intent released by Mo Xingye and Shi Yingwei felt like a wall to Lin Xing before, then at this moment, the killing intent from this man made him envision a sea of corpses and blood.
The bald man seemed to already see his opponent, frightened and urinating, under the pressure of this killing intent.
Yet stimulated by this killing intent, Lin Xing, well-fed and in high spirits today, had a glint in his eye: "Truly the most dangerous man in Dongya Prefecture, perfectly suited to join me in my morning exercise to enhance my skills."
Thinking this, Lin Xing also erupted with his own killing intent, resisting the other's oppression.