"To unleash a Beng Fist of such power, I should have t Master Chen’s requirents." Retracting his hand and looking at his knuckles, which were red and sowhat bruised, Wang Longhu exhaled heavily.
After all, he is still of mortal flesh; without training in Horizontal Training, the force exerted can backfire and hurt himself despite his great strength.
Yet Wang Longhu currently has foundational fitness, the Three-Body Pose, Beng Fist, and Lightweight Skill to practice; he truly has no ti to insert a new horizontal training skill.
Only if one of his skills reaches the maximum level will Wang Longhu have the capacity to start learning sothing new.
[Na: Wang Longhu]
[Strength: 1.25]
[Constitution: 1.70]
[Spirit: 0.93]
[Skills: Basic Fitness Lv3 (3/300), Three-Body Pose Lv3 (0/300), Xingyi Boxing (Beng Fist) Lv2 (30/200), Lightweight Skill Lv1 (20/100)]
[Potential Points: 0]
"Rarely does the spirit increase by 0.01 point; I don’t know exactly how this attribute helps . If it weren’t for the need to harness my constitution for lung cancer focus, I would really want to raise my spirit and strength to see the effect."
Looking at his panel, Wang Longhu pondered to himself.
Due to today’s mountain running training, the Lightweight Skill smoothly appeared on Wang Longhu’s panel, though it’s unknown how many levels he needs to train it to achieve the ability of leaping a ter high like an immortal, as described in the Lightweight Skill overview.
Collecting his thoughts, Wang Longhu returned to the house, preparing to go to bed.
It’s 9:21 PM, a ti when many young people begin their nightlife.
But in the silent mountains, if it weren’t for the company of a phone, Wang Longhu couldn’t think of what else he could do, so he deed it better to sleep early and rise early.
Modern people are so accustod to having a phone that being without one for a while is uncomfortable, Wang Longhu included.
Lying in bed staring at the ceiling, with barely any battery left on his phone, Wang Longhu felt a sense of peace and tranquility that was unprecedented.
Reflecting on his martial arts practice over the past few days, his thoughts grew clearer.
Perhaps his decision to stay at his grandma’s house was correct; to truly practice martial arts, he needs to concentrate and remain free of distractions, distancing himself from worldly temptations to truly progress.
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"Damn, why’s the power out? Zhou Juanjie, is the guesthouse you chose reliable or not? I an, co on, we ca to a sea island, and you didn’t pick any beachfront guesthouse with ocean views, but instead chose this remote mountain place. You’re crazy."
"There are so many mosquitoes in these mountains; I’m really punishing myself. What was I thinking, coming out with you at night without knowing why."
On the cent-molded mountain path, flanked by overgrown weeds and a chorus of crickets,
three n and one woman walk along the mountain path with their phone flashlights, dressed in clothes bearing GUCCI and LV logos, revealing their wealthy backgrounds.
"What do you know? If we really wanted to see the sea, wouldn’t we go to Haixia Province or Xia City? Coming to Wen City, what are we watching here? This ti I brought you to Dong County for a big deal."
Leading the group, Zhou Juanjie, a curly-haired youth, pulls a cloth bag from his pocket, instantly drawing the attention of his companions.
"What’s this?"
"Hehe." Zhou Juanjie carefully unwraps the cloth bag, revealing a very old-fashioned long-handled key from the Republic era.
"You know about the Anti-Japanese War, right? Even though the Japs announced unconditional surrender back then, many could not return to their holand and refused to admit defeat, so they stayed on our soil to beco bandits,
those in the north hid in the countryside and mountains as brigands, those in the south hid on sea islands becoming pirates and fishery tyrants, many coastal islands were occupied by the Japs, including Dong County island."
The nearby hot-dressed young girl couldn’t resist but interjected, asking: "What’s all this got to do with the key? Don’t be so roundabout."
"Don’t rush. Listen to slowly. Most people on Dong County island originally fled from Min Province, taking all their possessions with them to escape, including gold, silver, and jewels,
at the ti, many pirates were on the island, so the state dispatched troops to liberate it, spending years to wipe them out. My great-grandfather was one such soldier.
Later, my great-grandmother left the island taking her children back to their ho in Min Province, leaving the treasure hidden in the mountains. This key was left by my great-grandfather and can open the place where the money is hidden."
Listening to Zhou Juanjie’s tale, the other three companions were all bewildered.
What’s going on? Treasure hunting? Adventure?
"Are you saying you ca to Dong County this ti to find the heirlooms your great-grandfather left behind that your great-grandmother didn’t take?" soone asked in surprise.
"Yes, you know it’s the entire property of a landowner. Not to ntion the gold fish and silver yuanbao; if we also find so Yuan Datou coins or antiques, selling even a bit would be big money.
Didn’t you all say your families are strict and don’t give you pocket money? Help find my great-grandfather’s property, and I’ll give each of you 10% share of the proceeds." Zhou Juanjie confidently asserted.
"You didn’t tell us before coming; I wasn’t ready for this."
"What’s there to prepare for? It’s no big deal; just find the place. If we can’t, we’ll leave." Zhou Juanjie replied indifferently.
The group walked straight along the mountain path, soon arriving at a place that was clearly an abandoned village—Wang Longhu’s grandmother’s ho.
The village was currently without power, blanketed in darkness, making it impossible to see without lighting.
"Here?" one person asked.
"No, according to my great-grandmother’s description, it’s behind the mountain top above a lake. I’ve already asked around the village for information; this place’s original lake was turned into a reservoir, so it must be on this hill."
Zhou Juanjie led with the flashlight, walking ahead unconsciously bypassing Wang Longhu’s house and heading towards the back mountain.
The back mountain was once cultivated as farmland and used to raise chickens and ducks by Wang Longhu’s grandparents. Later, as they grew old and couldn’t keep up with the work, the back mountain was abandoned and overtaken by weeds, ho to many snakes and insects.
"There’s so much grass here; won’t there be snakes?" the group’s only girl asked, unable to resist.
"Don’t jinx it; snakes need to sleep too." Zhou Juanjie turned to reprimand in a low voice.
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