The scenery around began to blur, and when it came into focus again, he was inside Bear Peak Martial Pavilion, where a large figure was practicing boxing in the open space.
Liang Hui had experienced such scenes several times over the past two days and smoothly entered the body of the pavilion master, carefully sensing the boxing techniques, the regulation of Inner Strength, and the skills of force exertion.
It wasn't long before the surrounding scene began to shatter.
Liang Hui returned to the bathtub once more.
Instinctively, he wanted to practice the boxing moves he had just learned to familiarize himself with the newly acquired skills.
However, realizing that his current location was merely a guest room, where he couldn't perform the moves properly, Liang Hui suppressed the urge.
He soaked again until the water was completely cool. Only then did Liang Hui step out of the wooden tub to dry off and get dressed.
Soon, the figure dressed in blue cotton and donning a cloak stood before a bronze mirror, lean and exuding an indescribable resoluteness.
After one last look at his own reflection, he put on a wooden mask and a bamboo hat.
He then laid out all his valuables on the bed from his bundle.
Without a doubt, the most valuable was the Green Wolf skin, worth perhaps around two hundred taels.
Next were some assorted silver coins and silver ingots, totaling about one hundred taels. These were his spoils of war.
Beyond that were miscellaneous items like Jade Pendants and boxing manuals.
This was the extent of his current wealth.
After making the appropriate plans for his finances,
he tidied up his belongings and packed them away.
Then he summoned a servant to clean up the room's bowls, chopsticks, and the wooden tub before he himself left the room with his small bundle in tow.
Walking on the street, he admired the bustling life in front of him, which was so different from the world he knew in his past life.
Suddenly, Liang Hui stopped in front of a teahouse.
"Do you all believe that Divine Emperor Your Majesty can lead us to transcendence once again?"
"Hey! What Divine Emperor? I think he should be called Demon Immortal. The moment he appeared, he began to stir up a huge bloodbath."
"Yeah! Yeah! I heard that over in Yunzhou, they have turned things upside down. A senior from the Demonic Path slaughtered ten miles around Huaiyuan Town. The sight is too gruesome to even look at."
"Don't talk nonsense, Demonic Path is not something we can discuss."
With a rebuke, everyone fell silent.
After a while, the liveliness returned, but the topic of conversation had changed.
...
'Demonic Path!' Liang Hui muttered to himself inwardly.
Although he was not familiar with it, the images of the Demonic Path appeared frequently in that segment of memory that might be from the future.
The Demonic Path, a top-tier sect, with seventy-two demonic scriptures, each one leading directly to the level of a Primordial Spirit great true person, the highest kind of manual.
Its power could be on par with that of the Demon Spirit Sect, but its style was even more frenzied and bloody.
In that memory of the future, he had personally wiped them out; every high-ranking member was executed, and even the Sect Master, who was said to be the strongest in the history of the Demonic Path, was impaled in the mountains, wailing for seventy-two days before dying.
In the memory, his methods were particularly ruthless when dealing with the Demonic Path.
So it was not surprising that the Demonic Path was now so desperate to find him.
'I really must work harder at my cultivation, my current strength is too weak.' Liang Hui murmured to himself.
He resumed walking, leaving the vicinity of the teahouse.
He had two main objectives for going out today,
First: to rent a residence that could be used as a space for cultivation, as the inn's guest room was unsuitable for practice.
Second: to find out where the medicinal shop was, so that once he had rented a space, he could purchase specific medicinal ingredients to enhance the speed of his cultivation.
Deep in thought, Liang Hui had arrived at the marketplace, as informed by the inn's servant.
Without hesitation, he stepped in, quickly making his way to the hall where properties were bought and sold.
Just as he stepped into the hall, a voice came from beside him.
"Customer, my name is Xiao Niu. Are you looking to sell a property or to buy one?"
A sharp-looking youth swiftly blocked Liang Hui's way.
After carefully inspecting the smiling youth in front of him, Liang Hui spoke in a low voice,
"Renting a house!"
"Renting a house?"
Xiao Niu's words carried a trace of surprise, as most who came here were to buy or sell houses.
Renting was very rare because it was simply not cost-effective.
"There should be some options for renting a house here," Liang Hui pointed to a few wooden boards placed not far away.
The boards clearly listed the available services.
"Of course, dear guest,"
Xiao Niu replied with a smile immediately.
After pausing, he asked, "May I know what requirements you have for the rental property?"
"Quiet, spacious, and available for short-term occupancy,"
Liang Hui responded.
Hearing this, Xiao Niu's eyes lit up and he promptly spoke up.
"Dear guest, the type of property you described, we have several of those, but you'll have to wait until tomorrow to view them. We need to communicate with the homeowners first."
"Can't we take a look now?" Liang Hui's brow furrowed slightly.
Although Xiao Niu couldn't see the expression of the man under the hat, he could still sense the dissatisfaction in his voice.
Quickly explaining, "You need to rent, not buy a house, so we need to communicate with homeowners who meet the criteria in advance."
"Fine, I hope it can be quick," Liang Hui nodded.
Afterward, he paid a deposit and then left.
He then wandered around the city, asking about the prices of medicines at a pharmacy before ending his stroll for the day.
Walking leisurely back, he seemed to unintentionally turn into a narrow alley.
As Liang Hui entered the alley, the street remained bustling and unchanged.
Yet, among the crowd, a figure who had watched Liang Hui for a long time without emerging,
paced anxiously up and down the street for a few turns, and then, with gritted teeth, cautiously made his way into the alley.
"How is this possible? He clearly walked into here, didn't he? Did I see wrong?"
The alley was dark and deserted, with not a single person in sight.
The somewhat shorter figure muttered in disbelief.
"Hmph!"
With a disdainful chuckle, a bronze-colored arm had already pressed against the smaller figure's cheek.
Then it forcefully pushed him against the wall!
Bang!
Blood flowed freely, staining the wall red.
The somewhat shorter figure slumped to the ground lifelessly as Liang Hui released his hand.
Moans of pain escaped from his mouth continuously.
Liang Hui slowly squatted down, and with a low voice said,
"We met during the day, shop assistant from the leather store. Start talking about why you were following me."
"I don't... know what you're... talking about? I was just... passing by... here. Why did you attack me?"
The intermittent words came from the mouth of the slightly shorter figure.
"Why don't you know how to cherish your life?"
Liang Hui stood up and, in the terrified gaze of the figure, kicked at his mouth.
Teeth and tongue were both kicked into a pulpy mess.
Wu! Wu! Wu!...
The figure on the ground kept writhing, emitting painful noises.
Liang Hui placed his foot on the figure's right leg.
He exerted force suddenly.
Crack!
It was only then that he squatted down again, staring at the blurred face smeared with blood and tears.
"Write out the reason for your stalking with your blood. Of course, if you don't want to write, then you don't have to," he said.
Wu! Wu! Wu!...
This time the somewhat shorter figure didn't hesitate at all.
Lifting his trembling fingers, stained with the blood from his face, he scrawled the events in a wobbly hand.