"Sothing strange?”
Dou Bao froze, clearly not understanding what Jason ant.
"Like ghosts, supernatural occurrences.”
"Or perhaps
"Hauntings?”
Jason carefully chose his words, phrasing it in a way Dou Bao could understand, while harboring a sense of anticipation in his heart.
At this mont, Jason, having spent his satiety points to enter this dungeon world, only had 92 satiety left.
Unusually, the Excitent of Feast had surpassed his remaining satiety.
Thus, Jason urgently needed more satiety.
Being accustod to living with “a thousand lives,” Jason always felt insecure when his satiety wasn’t at 3000. Even with the newly acquired fragnt of the ‘Iron Fist Vigor,’ he hadn’t rushed to learn it.
Without finding a stable “food source” in this dungeon world, Jason wasn’t planning to touch his current satiety.
"Hauntings?”
"They existed in the countryside before, but not here in Mountain City.”
"Supernatural occurrences?”
"Well, there were so, all related to that darned Transmigration Cult—those people are always up to strange things. Back in my hotown, life was peaceful until they showed up. Afterward, it all changed. Uncle Wang next door sold off his own wife and kids to join that Transmigration Cult, only to end up hanging himself at ho.”
When ntioning the “Transmigration Cult,” Dou Bao’s face was filled with dread.
"Transmigration Cult?”
Jason raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, lots of people in my hotown joined.”
"There’s also another cult rumored to be connected to the Transmigration Cult, but that’s just hearsay.”
Dou Bao nodded, his fear unabated as he scooted his small stool closer to Jason.
It was as if he could only feel safe when near Jason.
"Anything else?”
Jason pressed on.
"Dou Bao knows no more than that.”
"But I did overhear sothing at the market. Soone outside the city encountered a critically injured martial arts master who passed on their entire life’s skills.”
"Also!”
"A dropout from the Peng family martial arts school fell off a cliff and found a martial arts manual.”
"And not just that! Not just that!”
"The butcher from Eastern City who sells pork claid he dread of eting an immortal who gave him a chest full of gold.”
As Dou Bao spoke, his eyes lit up, and his tone turned visibly excited.
Especially when ntioning “a lifeti’s skills,” “martial arts manual,” and “a chest full of gold,” he looked as though he wished he could take their place.
Jason, however, rely nodded, remaining silent.
He didn’t believe any of it.
Perhaps there really were fortunate people in the world.
But no truly lucky person would let such matters spread to the point where even the marketplace knew about it.
It was more likely just rumors spreading wildly.
Or perhaps…
Soone was exploiting these stories to lay a trap.
Greedy people existed everywhere.
If the opportunity seed good, a hunter could beco the prey, and similarly, those looking to “strike it rich” could end up being soone else’s fortune.
What concerned Jason more than these tales was the “Transmigration Cult.”
Or more precisely, whether the “Transmigration Cult” had food.
Of course, there was also the matter of the “Chen Residence.”
If that matter wasn’t resolved, he wouldn’t have the energy to focus on anything else.
By his calculations, the ti should be about right, shouldn’t it?
As Jason pondered, he shuffled his stool slightly, resting his body against the wall. Imdiately, the warm afternoon sunlight bathed him.
Comfortable, satisfying.
Dou Bao, after resting briefly, began clearing the dishes and tidying up.
He moved swiftly and with practiced efficiency.
Once finished, Dou Bao resud martial arts practice in the courtyard.
It was different from his earlier boxing exercises.
The earlier moves were just routines, but this ti, the practice was a true “secret tradition,” sothing that could train the very “muscle sinews.”
Jason wasn’t surprised by this.
From their earlier conversation, he already knew that “he” was a martial arts fanatic, uninterested in anything except training.
The martial arts school was opened not for profit, but to support “his” own journey in martial arts.
After all, the herbs needed for training weren’t cheap, and without family wealth, sustaining such a practice was impossible.
So, “he” opened a martial arts school, earned money, and kept training.
To ensure a steady inco, “he” passed on the Mu family boxing techniques up to the “muscle training” level to Dou Bao.
Moreover, “he” promised that once Dou Bao mastered the “muscle training,” he would teach him the “Bone Tempering” phase.
Dou Bao fully believed this.
And so, he trained diligently.
His moves, carefully executed, started generating faint breezes between his fists and legs.
Although faint, they were real.
Jason nodded silently to himself.
"He” wasn’t lying to Dou Bao; “he” had genuinely taught him, and Dou Bao had sincerely put in the effort to learn.
But it still felt sowhat shallow.
What should have been “a tiger descending the mountain” seed, in Dou Bao’s hands, more like “a kitten stretching lazily.”
It would require ti to refine.
As Jason thought this, his brow furrowed suddenly.
"He” knew the Mu family boxing techniques.
But Jason did not.
Let alone teaching Dou Bao—if he got into the ring, any wrong moves would risk exposing himself.
Those martial artists weren’t as gullible as Dou Bao.
They wouldn’t be easy to fool.
Thinking of this, Jason straightened up.
He watched Dou Bao closely, and after seeing him steady his breath, gathering his strength with a controlled posture, Jason coughed lightly and said, “Dou Bao, let test you. What are the key points and secrets of the Mu family boxing technique?”
"A fierce aura!”
"Charge ahead fearlessly!”
"Imagination like a tiger!”
"While moving, keep the body bent, chest hollowed and waist tucked in, resembling a bow. Breathing must be long and steady. When advancing, breathing should be powerful and rhythmic, like thunder. While sitting, keep the back straight, hands never leaving the ribs
Dou Bao began reciting without hesitation.
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