Decaying World

Chapter 46 046 Thoughts Two

After saying hello, Xiao Hu and Xiao Pang left as well.

Lin Hui then gripped his longsword tightly, closed his eyes, and began to prepare to feel the boundless power of the wind.

The first move was originally called "Wind Direction Without Form," but now, after its evolution, it has become "Wind Direction Without Boundaries," so its power must have increased. What he needs to see now is how much it has increased.

brush!
Suddenly, he gripped his sword in his right hand, and more than a dozen sword afterimages scattered out, spreading out like a fan, then quickly closing back together to form a large, downward-hanging silver bud.

The flower bud suddenly burst open in the next instant.

With a whoosh, a point of cold light shot out from the center and pierced the ground hard.

There was a sword hole in the ground, half a meter deep, and the same width as the sword blade.

It looked as if it was caused by stabbing at an angle with a sword.

'It seems no different from before?' Lin Hui frowned slightly, squatted down, and observed carefully.

He touched the edge of the sword hole in the ground; it was smooth and warm.

'Perhaps the effects are manifesting in other areas. Let's see after the entire set evolves.'

Without hesitation, he continued to evolve the Blood Seal into the second move, the Gentle Breeze Sword Technique.

It will still take five days.

After closing the blood seal, Lin Hui gripped his sword again, preparing to practice for a while longer before going to eat.

But just two minutes later, a figure rushed in through the back door of the Taoist temple.

It's Vivi!
"Junior brother, Father wants you to come over!" Weiwei's expression was normal, but there was a hint of anxiety in her eyes that she couldn't hide.

"it is good!"

Lin Hui noticed something amiss, his heart tightened, and he quickly followed them out of the Taoist temple, heading towards Mingde Courtyard.

Upon entering the courtyard and pushing open the door to the hall, I did not see the teacher.

"Come this way." Weiwei turned around and went straight into the inner room.

Lin Hui quickly followed, and as soon as the two entered the room, they saw Daoist Mingde lying half-reclined on the bed.

His face was pale, and his right shoulder and right arm were wrapped in thick white cotton cloth, with traces of blood still remaining in some places.

"Master! What's wrong with you?!" Lin Hui's heart sank. He rushed over and knelt down beside the bed to check on the patient.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury." Mingde waved his hand, refusing the examination. "Don't be scared by your senior sister. It's just a superficial injury. The other person isn't much better off than me."

As he said this, a smug smile even appeared on his face.

But soon, the smile was replaced by worry.

"I called you here mainly to tell you that the trip in a few days has been canceled, so you don't need to go for now."

"Father, have you resolved your troubles?" Weiwei asked with delight.

"Hey? What did I tell you? Have you forgotten?" Mingde scolded his daughter for speaking without thinking.

"Yes," Weiwei glanced at Lin Hui beside her, realizing she had misspoke, and quickly lowered her head.

Since the collapse of Qingfeng Temple, she has become much more restrained and less arrogant than before.

"Alright, Weiwei, you can go out now. I have something to say to Lin Hui alone," Mingde said.

"Alright." Weiwei glanced at Lin Hui, then turned and left helplessly, gently closing the door behind her.

Suddenly, only the master and his apprentice were left in the inner room.

Only when the footsteps faded into the distance did Mingde lower his head and cough a few times.

"Ah Hui, this time we really have to thank you for perfecting the Nine-Section Quick Sword. If I had performed with the same strength as before, I'm afraid I really wouldn't have made it back."

He sighed. His old rival, Liu Sitao, had brought a group of people seeking revenge, and it wasn't just one group; there were others who had secretly followed behind.

This was truly a perilous situation. Fortunately, his opponent underestimated his strength, giving him the opportunity to fully utilize his speed. Otherwise...
"Unfortunately, I still lost." A hint of disappointment appeared on Mingde's face. "Even with my improved swordsmanship, I still lost."

"What did Master lose?" Lin Hui wasn't disappointed; he simply asked calmly.

He had already heard rumors that someone was coming to seek revenge, so he was not surprised by his master's previous decision.

What intrigued him was that even though his master had obtained the perfect version of the Nine-Section Quick Sword and his strength had increased by one section, he still lost. This meant that the opponent's strength was significantly greater than that of the original Qingfeng Temple.

“This has nothing to do with you. You’ve done enough. This is an inherent limitation of our sect’s sword technique. The Qingfeng Sword itself is inferior to your opponent in terms of body tempering and power, so the quality of the internal energy you cultivate is also inferior. This is a comprehensive gap, and it has nothing to do with you. I accept my defeat wholeheartedly.” Mingde sighed.

"Then, teacher, where exactly does our Qingfeng Temple's martial arts fall short? Do you have any insights?" Lin Hui frowned.

“The problem lies in not having a sufficiently powerful weapon to break through the opponent’s defense. The problem lies in our swordsmanship, which focuses too much on agility and speed while neglecting the actual destructive power of impact. The problem lies in the fact that the Qingfeng Sword’s body tempering effect is relatively outdated and can no longer keep up with the times, which allowed the expert from Xingdao to completely defeat us.” Mingde sat up a little higher.

"My limit for Qingfeng Sword is this. Senior Brother Baohe is only slightly better than me in terms of experience and swordsmanship. In fact, we are at the same level."

As Mingde spoke, his gaze involuntarily fell on Lin Hui.

Lin Hui's feelings were actually quite complicated. This disciple's comprehension was extremely high. He could perfect the Nine-Section Quick Sword by practicing swordsmanship on his own. Who knows, he might even be able to improve the Qingfeng Sword Technique in the future.

But is it really worth it for him to keep wasting his talent on this?
After all, no matter how perfect the Qingfeng Sword Technique becomes, its power is limited. At best, it's only at a high level among external martial arts. While reaching the middle to upper level is already quite remarkable, it's still far inferior to the internal martial arts techniques of the inner city.

If we could send him into the Three Sects and Six Gangs, with his talent, he might really soar to great heights.
"Master?" Lin Hui called out softly a few times when he saw his teacher staring at him in a daze.

"It's nothing." Mingde came back to his senses, but unfortunately, his current situation meant that his connections and relationships within the inner city were useless.

It's fate, and there's nothing we can do about it.

"Ahui, what are your plans for the future?" he asked softly.

"I don't have any plans, I just want to practice my swordsmanship properly," Lin Hui answered honestly.

He himself didn't know which path to take in the future, but he would just keep evolving by relying on the blood seal.

"Do you still want to go into the inner city?" Mingde asked.

"I'm not really thinking about it anymore," Lin Hui said, recounting the matter of the Feather Blood.

“Well, the competition in the inner city is inherently greater than outside, and people inside aren’t necessarily happier than those outside. Although it’s safer, the pressure is also greater,” Mingde said with a smile. “So some people have chosen to leave and go to other districts.”

"Master, are the other districts different from ours?" Lin Hui asked.

“I don’t know, I’ve never been there.” Mingde shook his head. “For example, to get to Black Cloud City, you need to go to Xingdao first, then take a four-day boat trip to Moen Wharf, and then transfer to a bus once a week to get there. Legend has it that Black Cloud City is a very peaceful place, where everything is very stable, and it is the most prosperous and powerful city in the entire northern part of Taisu.”

"It's too far," Lin Hui frowned.

“Yes, it’s too far. The journey is fraught with danger. Ordinary people can’t afford it, and wealthy people dare not go. Only a very few with both money and power, and who are also fearless, dare to go,” Mingde laughed. “So, for the rest of our lives, we should just stay obediently in Tu Yue. The inner city is too chaotic; we’ll create our own safe zone in the outer city. As long as our strength reaches a certain level, we can actually live quite well.”

As he said this, Mingde's gaze towards Lin Hui softened even more.

He thought that Weiwei was not young anymore. Although she was older than Ahui, older girls were actually better at taking care of people. With Ahui's talent and understanding, if he and Weiwei had more children, his branch of the family could rebuild Qingfeng Temple and make it as prosperous as it was in the future.

Thinking about this, Mingde found Lin Hui more and more pleasing to the eye.

Talented, capable, and loyal, he may not be the most handsome, but that doesn't matter; ability is also a kind of charm.

If we can persuade Weiwei to take the initiative, Lin Hui, this naive young man who has never tasted meat, will probably be able to arrange the marriage very easily.
Mingde wasn't a very ambitious person; he was content with a stable and comfortable life in the outer city. If Lin Hui and Weiwei could get married smoothly and have a bunch of healthy sons, that would be even better.
"Ahui, what do you think of Weiwei?" Mingde suddenly blurted out.

"Uh..." Lin Hui's mind flashed to Weiwei's voluptuous figure, big bear-shaped buttocks, long legs, and pretty face, which was not much different from the internet celebrities he had seen online in his previous life.

The key point is that the figures are all real, not photoshopped at all.

"My senior sister has changed a lot, which is great." He thought for a moment and answered seriously.

"That's good." Mingde smiled kindly. He had originally intended to pair his daughter with Lin Hui, and now that the biggest crisis had been resolved, his desire had become even stronger.

With Ahui's talent and Weiwei's beauty, as their descendants continue to grow stronger, they might just be able to establish a new powerful clan in the outer city.

"Alright, go ahead and call your senior sister in," Mingde said.

"Yes, Master, please rest more and take care of yourself." Lin Hui nodded, gave a word of advice, and then turned to leave.

A short while later, Weiwei was called in. She closed the door and looked at her father with a puzzled expression.

"What is it, Father?"

“Come here, I want to ask you, what do you think of this young man, Ahui?” Mingde asked in a low voice.

"Huh?" Looking at her father's familiar expression, she realized that he always had this expression whenever he introduced her to potential partners.

Vivi understood instantly.

"Ahui and I are so far apart in age, isn't this inappropriate? I'm already twenty-three! He's only eighteen, right?"

"What are you afraid of? Just take the initiative and treat him like a younger brother for a few years, and he'll mature," Mingde said nonchalantly.

“But…” Weiwei’s mind flashed with Lin Hui’s face, and she looked troubled. “But he’s really not good-looking.” She liked handsome, sunny guys, and Lin Hui was not only not handsome, but his temperament was also somewhat gloomy, which was really not her type. In fact, you could say the difference was quite large.

"What good is a good appearance? A good personality and good talent are enough!" Mingde said solemnly.

"No way! The thought of having to face that face every day for the next few decades just won't sit right in my head. I dress up and work out every day just to find someone good-looking, otherwise what's the point of all that effort?" Weiwei argued vehemently.

"You?!" Mingde felt a tightness in his chest and couldn't speak for a moment.

"Alright, Dad, you get some rest. I'm going back now." Seeing this, Weiwei quickly made her escape.

(End of this chapter)