Chapter 11: Wilderness Turns into Bones

"Good boy, you know martial arts, right? And you practice internal martial arts." After Zhang Shiwu returned with the yellow sheep, a few rabbits and pheasants, the group continued to search in the mountains, and Qin Ming took the initiative to approach Yang Chong and asked in a low voice.

Yang Chong was able to directly control the mad yellow goat just now, which showed his great strength. If this alone was not enough to make Qin Ming look at him differently, he would have believed that he could do it as he had been building up his strength over the years. However, the speed that Yang Chong burst out at that moment had exceeded the limit of what he could achieve, so he could only think of the miraculous martial arts of the Hundred Schools, just like the Taoist master he had met that year who could cross mountains as if walking on flat ground.

"Why do you think so?" Yang Chong asked back.

"Hey, I do have some knowledge." Qin Ming smiled and already had a plan in mind.

"Then you may have seen it wrong. I learned my martial arts from you, Uncle Qin. How could Uncle Qin not know what I can do?" Yang Chong pretended to be stupid.

"Okay, it's okay if you don't admit it. Everyone has secrets. Don't worry, I will keep it a secret for you." Qin Ming said as if he already understood everything.

"Let's go. I want to hunt a tiger to use as bedding for my new house next year." Yang Chong didn't want to continue talking about this topic. He didn't have the heart to show off his martial arts now because he simply didn't have the strength to do so.

"That's not easy, but everything is possible." The experienced Qin Ming saw that Yang Chong just wanted to change the subject, so he stopped asking questions. Although everyone has a gossipy nature to find out other people's secrets, one cannot forget about intelligence just because of his hobby.

"That depends on my fate." Yang Chong said.

My destiny will change in this Dalong Mountain. This is Yang Chong's real thought at this moment. He wants to cultivate the Nine Yin White Bone Claw in this Dalong Mountain, and also unlock the secret that Old Man Li said. As long as he has enough strength, he can break through the pressure brought by Luowang. As for the weirdness of Yang Lin and Qi Fu, it is just a matter of time.

The group continued searching for traces of prey in Dalong Mountain. Three days passed in the blink of an eye. During these three days, they had a great harvest, killing several yellow sheep and two wolves.

However, the tiger that Yang Chong was talking about has not been found. The tiger's activity range in the mountains is too large. Unless you know the location of the tiger's den, or the tiger wants to change its taste, it is really not easy to encounter it. People are afraid of tigers, but aren't tigers hiding from people?

It was not until the evening of the third day that a wolf howl echoed through the mountains and forests, adding a hint of ferocity to the sound.

"If a tiger doesn't work, a wolf will do." Yang Chong heard the voice and looked behind the hill under his feet.

"Yang Chong, what are you going to do?" Qin Ming was shocked when he saw this. Before, he thought Yang Chong's words about hunting tigers were just a joke, but wolves were different. Hunting a wolf was not really a dangerous thing for Yang Chong.

"Uncle Qin, I want to go take a look."

The opportunity that Yang Chong had been waiting for for a long time finally came. How could he let it go? He just left a word and went into the mountains and forests. His speed was not comparable to that of Qin Ming and others. Although he had long been determined to practice the Nine Yin White Bone Claw as quickly as possible, that did not mean that he had not practiced other martial arts in the Nine Yin Scriptures. Not to mention, Yang Chong had been practicing the Chapter on Changing Muscles and Strengthening Bones and the General Principles of the Heart. As for the body movements such as moving across the air, spiral nine shadows, and serpentine movements, Yang Chong was also practicing them. It was impossible for his internal strength to be improved too much in a short period of time, but the attack and speed were different.

At this time, Yang Chong used the snake-like flip technique to move through the forest. Although his speed was not as fast as the real Qinggong, it was not inferior to the speed of ordinary beasts. When Qin Ming and others spoke out to stop him, Yang Chong's figure had already disappeared among the forest.

"Uncle Qin, Yang Chong?" Zhang Dongliu looked at Yang Chong's quickly disappearing back. Is this still the Yang Chong he knew?

He was only a few years older than Yang Chong, and they were of the same generation in the village. In his opinion, Yang Chong was no different from the landlord's stupid son, and some of his behaviors were simply difficult to understand. But the speed displayed by Yang Chong now was really beyond imagination.

"The captain has been out there and might have taught Yang Chong something remarkable." Qin Ming pondered. As the Yang family is a wealthy family in Xiliu Village, no one knows their true origins, so it's possible that they are of great ancestry.

"This kid Yang Chong may become the hope of the whole village in the future. Weijia Village has a Wei Sikong and has become rich overnight. Maybe we can do the same..." someone said to himself.

I'm afraid it won't be that simple. Qin Ming thought in his heart, but he didn't say it out loud. If Yang Chong and his men really had other origins, why did they live in seclusion in a mountain village like Xiliu Village?

What Yang Chong showed made the others forget their worries. They also had their own things to do. After all, whether the family could have a good New Year depended on what they gained from this trip.

Especially Zhang Dongliu, he was hoping to save enough money to marry a wife through this trip.

Yang Chong, who had already chased out, did not chase towards the source of the wolf's howling, but turned around in the depths of the forest and headed directly to the east, where his target was.

It was difficult to travel in the mountains. Even though Yang Chong's speed and endurance were far beyond those of ordinary people, when he arrived at his destination, it was already dusk. The sunlight faded, the autumn wind was blowing, and there was a humming sound at the bottom of the valley. Especially since this place was on the shady side of the mountain, there was an even more gloomy and murderous atmosphere. If one could see the corpses and bones vaguely visible between the rocks at the bottom of the valley, the whole valley would be like a ghost den.

"It's really a good place!" Yang Chong looked at everything in front of him. Not only did he not show any fear, but he showed a kind of intoxicated look. The place that others avoided was a rare treasure in the world for him.

Yang Chong leaped and moved quickly to the valley. He looked at the white bones around him and smelled the deathly air. He felt relieved: If I don't associate with death, how can I survive?

Yang Chong sat cross-legged while pondering, and mobilized a strand of Nine Yin Qi that he had cultivated to stimulate the Qi Hai and Ming Men acupoints. As the Qi flowed, it turned into two whirlpools between the two acupoints, and then turned into a spiral. As it spun, two faint suction forces penetrated his body, drawing the thick deathly aura around him to flow towards Yang Chong.

As the death energy entered his body, Yang Chong felt a chill all over his body. It was a chill that penetrated deep into his soul, and it was also a feeling of desolation and despair. However, what Yang Chong felt was a kind of restlessness. When the Nine Yin Qi met the death energy, it was like boiling oil dripping into cold water, which made the cold water boil instantly.

Amid the agitation of the Nine Yin Qi, Yang Chong kept his mind focused, practiced the exercises, sharpened his meridians, strengthened his Qi, and finally introduced it into the meridians between his arms, eventually gathering it between his ten fingers, tempering his meridians, bones, and even his flesh.

(End of this chapter)