Jiang Yun clenched his fist and looked resolute as he told himself that he would never succumb to this cruel joke from fate.
Suddenly, his thoughts took a sharp turn, and Jiang Yun's eyes lit up. Since the cultivation methods in this world were of no use, he still had the martial arts from Earth. If his acupoints were sealed, then he would open them again.
Once again, Jiang Yun calmed his mind and chose to disregard the cultivation methods of the Spirit Martial Continent. Instead, he directly practiced the internal martial arts from Earth, the Yi Jin Jing. This internal martial art was the treasure of Shaolin Temple, renowned for its martial arts in the world. Jiang Yun had read it in the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion when he defeated the abbot of Shaolin at the age of twenty-four in his previous life.
He chose the Yi Jin Jing because it had a fast cultivation speed and didn't require any special physical requirements. It was said that the Yi Jin Jing was passed down by Bodhidharma himself and had the ability to cleanse and strengthen the body. The absorption of spiritual energy from the Spirit Martial Continent was also a constant tempering of the physical body, similar in effect to the cultivation of the Yi Jin Jing.
An hour later, a faint smile appeared on Jiang Yun's face as a trace of internal energy gathered in his dantian. With this trace of internal energy, he could break through the acupoints and absorb the spiritual energy of this world again.
Jiang Yun took a few deep breaths and began to mobilize the internal energy within his dantian, directing it towards the acupoints.
Each impact was accompanied by excruciating pain, and even though Jiang Yun's willpower was stronger than most, he couldn't help but sweat profusely from the intense pain. After more than ten impacts, Jiang Yun finally felt a loosening at the blocked acupoint. By this time, he had already soaked the entire bedsheet in sweat.
Just as Jiang Yun was preparing to make one final push to break through the acupoint, he heard the sound of his mother, gentle and poised, arguing with a man outside the room.
Jiang Yun and Wen Wan lived behind the main hall of the Qianjin Medicine Hall. Their bedroom was just two small compartments away from the main hall, and the soundproofing of the bedroom was poor, allowing Jiang Yun to clearly hear the argument between Wen Wan and someone else in the main hall.
"What do you think you're doing? How can you just touch other people's belongings?" Wen Wan's voice was gentle and soft, easily recognizable to Jiang Yun.
"Haha, other people's belongings? From today onwards, this medicine hall no longer belongs to you." It was a sharp male voice, filled with arrogance. Jiang Yun found it somewhat familiar but couldn't recall who it belonged to, only that it sounded like a barking dog.
"What do you mean? This medicine hall doesn't belong to us, but does it belong to you?" Wen Wan challenged.
"It's not mine, but Master Xiao's. Forgot to tell you, Master Xiao has bought this medicine hall from Jiang He, the head of the Jiang family." The sharp male voice sounded again, and Jiang Yun caught a familiar surname.
Yes, it's Xiao Kuan.
Jiang Yun thought of a few days ago when the original owner of this body was lying on the street, and Xiao Kuan left behind these words: "I, Xiao Kuan, will definitely not let you live for more than seven days, but I will slowly torture you, hahaha."
Jiang Yun really wanted to rush out and kill the person outside, but he held himself back. He was in the midst of breaking through the acupoints, and once the process started, he couldn't stop. If he forcibly stopped, his current body wouldn't be able to withstand the backlash of internal energy. He would be disabled or even dead. So, for now, he had to temporarily endure it.
"Crack!"
Jiang Yun heard the sound of an object breaking on the ground, followed by Wen Wan's voice, filled with anger, urgency, and helplessness, "Don't throw it, don't throw it."
"Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack."
A series of sounds indicated that the man in the main hall remained indifferent to Wen Wan's attempts to resist.
Jiang Yun clenched his teeth tightly, trying to prevent himself from getting so angry that he would lose control. The trace of internal energy within him intensified its impact on the acupoints.
"I'll fight you!" Wen Wan, driven by anger, had already lost her sanity.
"Ah!" A scream came from the man, followed by an angry curse, "You bitch, how dare you bite me?"
"Bang!"
Jiang Yun heard the sound of a solid object hitting someone, followed by a short cry of pain from Wen Wan, "Ah!"
His lips were instantly bitten by Jiang Yun's teeth, signifying the imminent eruption of his anger. However, at this moment, he was still powerless to act.
"You bitch, how dare you bite me? I'll kill you!" Inside the main hall, a repulsive man with triangular-shaped eyes was angrily throwing several ceramic jars at Wen Wan.
Wen Wan's eyes were filled with fear as she curled up in the corner, constantly trying to dodge. There was a wound on her forehead, and blood was flowing from it.
"Bang!"
One ceramic jar exploded about a meter in front of Wen Wan, and a shard of ceramic grazed her right arm, causing blood to flow and stain her left arm's clothes.
The repulsive man glanced at the bloody teeth marks on his left arm, then glared viciously at Wen Wan. He had already smashed all the ceramic jars in the room, and there was nothing else to throw except for the worthless medicinal herbs.
"Swish!"
The man decisively drew the dagger from his waist and took step by step towards Wen Wan, venomously saying, "You dared to bite me, so I'll make two cuts on your face."
"No! Please don't!" Wen Wan's tears continued to flow as she shook her head in futile protest.
One step, two steps, three steps... When the man reached the fifth step, he was standing right in front of Wen Wan, a cruel smile on his face. He waved the dagger in front of her, increasing her fear.
"Swish!"
The man's dagger slashed across the fabric on Wen Wan's right shoulder, revealing a patch of pale skin.
"Ah, how did it end up on the shoulder? Sorry, sorry, it was a mistake. The next cut, I promise it will be on your face." The man was like a cat toying with a mouse, his smile filled with the sadistic pleasure of destroying beauty.
Just as the man was about to run the dagger across Wen Wan's face, he suddenly felt a faint but unmistakable presence behind him, as if someone was locking onto him.
The man turned around and saw Jiang Yun staring at him with bloodshot eyes, his mouth continuously dripping blood from the broken lips caused by his suppressed anger.
"Shen Yi, in heaven and earth, no one can save you today." Jiang Yun's voice seemed to come from hell, carrying a chilling aura.
Shen Yi was a servant under Xiao Kuan. It was he who, along with Xiao Kuan, had brutally beaten Jiang Yun into a severe injury that day, so Jiang Yun had already recognized him in the instant he turned around.
A chill rose from the soles of Shen Yi's feet, spreading through his entire body. He involuntarily took a step back as he looked at Jiang Yun, who appeared to have emerged from hell. In his retreat, he accidentally stepped on Wen Wan's right foot.
Wen Wan's painful cry further fueled Jiang Yun's burning anger, but it also jolted Shen Yi back to reality. Shen Yi remembered that Jiang Yun was nothing more than a worthless individual incapable of cultivation, so he once again adopted an arrogant attitude. "I'm so scared. I'd like to see how a waste like you plans to do anything to me."
Shen Yi lightly patted his chest, pretending to be frightened, while his eyes showed disdain.
Jiang Yun's expression slowly transitioned from anger to indifference. He looked at Shen Yi as if he were already a dead man.
Shen Yi felt a chilling sensation run down his spine as he encountered Jiang Yun's eyes filled with murderous intent. With each step Jiang Yun took towards him, he sensed the temperature dropping in the surroundings.
Shen Yi, in order to free himself from the fear deep within his heart, took the initiative to strike when Jiang Yun was still five steps away. His knife sliced through the air, aiming for Jiang Yun's chest. In his mind, he still held a glimmer of hope, believing that as a Tier 4 martial artist, he would have overwhelming advantage against a cultivation-disabled waste.
Jiang Yun stepped his left foot to the east and retreated half a step to the west, narrowly avoiding Shen Yi's knife. He closed the distance and found himself in Shen Yi's embrace. With his left hand formed into a claw, he grabbed Shen Yi's wrist that held the knife, while his right hand seized Shen Yi's arm. Applying force with both hands, he pushed forward and twisted backward, resulting in a crisp sound as Shen Yi's right wrist immediately dislocated.
It was the technique of "Splitting Tendons and Dislocating Bones," specialized in dislocating joints and breaking bones.