Chapter Seventeen: Divine Movement First Layer - Gathering Strength

  Tang Lin put away the Tian Ling grass, and Zhan Dapeng's face lit up with joy, laughing so hard that even his back teeth were showing.

  "Junior brother, from now on if you have anything, just tell me. I don't dare guarantee other things, but as long as it's within the Tianjian Gate, except for inner disciples, no one else dares to touch you!"

  Zhang Da Peng patted his chest and said with a particularly righteous tone:

  "Haha, that's perfect! With Zhang Shifu as my backing, I'm not afraid of being bullied by others anymore."

  "That's natural, among the outer sect disciples, I still have some face, from now on, I'll be covering for you!"

  "By the way, Master Zhang, when I was picking this heavenly spirit grass, I accidentally lost my storage bag. Do you have it?"

  "What? The storage bag is gone, then your identity jade card is also lost?"

  "That's not it, I'm used to hanging that thing around my neck, so I didn't lose it."

  "Oh, that's good. If the identity jade card is lost, it would be troublesome. I have a storage bag here, take it!" Zhang Dapeng said and threw a new storage bag to Tang Lin.

  The two brothers chatted until nightfall, and Tang Lin didn't leave until then. He returned to his residence, practiced for a while, and when the sky was completely dark, he carefully dug out his storage bag.

  After tidying up, Tang Lin only then discovered that today's harvest was quite bountiful. He had obtained eighty stalks of Tian Ling Grass, one hundred and twenty Tian Ling Fruits, more than two hundred stalks of nameless spiritual grasses of thirteen different varieties, a red stone, and a cultivation manual. Now, he looked like a wealthy landlord.

  He tidied up his own luggage, and apart from the dagger that he always carried with him, all that was left was the book that Tang Tian Sheng had given to him. As it happened, Tang Lin had also read this book, but there was nothing special about it. Why did his father want to leave it for himself? This was something that Tang Lin couldn't understand, so he simply stopped thinking about it. These things were all that Tang Lin had left of his family.

  Lying in bed, Tang Lin recalled the events of today, and suddenly he remembered that book called "Shen Xing", which Ling Muhua had brought with him and left as a keepsake for himself, so it must not be simple.

  Tang Lin took out the book from his storage bag and carefully examined it.

  It turns out that this is called "Shen Xing" and it's a cultivation manual with three layers, each having its own characteristics.

  The first layer of Shenxing is called "Juli" which is a physical training technique that greatly enhances one's strength and makes the body as solid as a rock. The second layer is called "Xiaoyao You", which is a cultivation method for agility, allowing the practitioner to move with an unpredictable and light body after successful cultivation. The third layer is called "Poshi" and its characteristic can be summed up in one word - fast. Whether it's attacking or retreating, those of equal cultivation will absolutely not be able to keep up with you, even when facing a cultivator who has surpassed your own realm, you won't fall behind in terms of speed.

  "It's really a good thing, if I can master these three layers, then running away will be impossible for anyone to catch up with. Even if I'm caught up, as long as I use the Unrestrained Stride, the other party won't be able to hit me. Isn't this standing on unshakeable ground? Uncle Ling, you really gave me a great gift! With this divine movement, running away has become much more convenient for me."

  If Ling Muhua heard Tang Lin's words, he would definitely slap him to death. "Shen Xing" is the number one physical technique of the Shenmo Temple, and it was also because of this technique that Ling Muhua was ambushed and lost his life back then. If he were still alive, hearing that Tang Lin only wanted to use it to escape would definitely make him furious!

  "My goodness, my life is so good, I unexpectedly got such a great thing, learned the skills on it, in the future, robbing and running will be easy, at that time, I'll be the real master of wealth, hehe!"

  Tang Lin was grinning from ear to ear, a silly smile plastered on his face. In his mind's eye, he had already envisioned himself dressed in gold and silver finery, wealthy beyond the wealth of nations.

  One sleepless night, Tang Lin held the Divine Movement and concentrated on cultivating the first layer. Time passed quickly, and before he knew it, a month had gone by. On this day, Tang Lin came out of his house, wanting to try out the power of the first layer of the Divine Movement, "Gathering Force".

  Tang Lin first picked up a smaller bluestone, made a gesture, and punched it with a loud "boom". Tang Lin was stunned. In front of him, there was no shadow of the bluestone, only a pile of broken stones and a pit about one meter deep.

  "I'll be dead before you, with such great power!"

  Looking at the big pit in front of him, Tang Lin's face was incredulous. He then found a larger bluestone and tried again, only to be shocked once more by what he saw before him.

  These two punches, Tang Lin did not use his full strength, but this solid bluestone under his fist was like tofu, shattering with just one touch, it was simply unable to withstand a single blow.

  This Divine Movement technique doesn't require any spiritual energy to cultivate, and it also doesn't need spiritual energy support when casting, completely relying on the physical body's power. Tang Lin didn't know that just now, his two punches were powerful enough to be equivalent to a fourth-layer Qi Refining cultivator.

  Tang Lin was still sighing when Zhang Da Peng arrived, finding Tang Lin staring blankly at the large pit by himself. Out of curiosity, he also walked to the side of the pit and started staring into it.

  As for Daxia Peng's arrival, Tang Lin was unaware of it. Although his eyes were on the big pit, in fact, he was sighing in his heart and also took the opportunity to thank Ling Muhua's ancestors eighteen generations one by one.

  Tang Lin suddenly came back to his senses and found someone standing beside him. He let out a loud "ahh" and jumped far away, shouting:

  "Who is it?"

  His sudden shout didn't just startle Tang Lin, it also gave Zhang Dapeng a fright. Zhang had been watching the pit intently, not expecting Tang to suddenly let out a loud yell, leaving Zhang completely unprepared.

  Looking at Tang Lin's appearance, Zhan Dapeng was bewildered and asked: "Huh?"

  Seeing his opponent's appearance clearly, Tang Lin's face was full of anger and he said: "Big brother, why didn't you make a sound when you came in? You scared me to death!"

  "Get out! I've been standing next to you for half a day and you just noticed me?" Zhang Da Peng replied with equal annoyance.

  "Big brother, you said you'd come, but instead you're standing next to me like a ghost. This would scare anyone, luckily I'm not easily frightened, or else you would have scared the life out of me!"

  "Hey, I didn't know you didn't know I was here. I saw you staring at the big hole, so I thought there must be something in it and followed your gaze for half a day. Honestly, what's in this hole that makes you look so serious?" After finishing speaking, Zhang Da Peng again cast his eyes on the large hole on the ground, searching back and forth.

  "My goodness! I was just lost in thought and you scared me half to death!"

  After a month of getting along, Tang Lin and Zhan Dapeng have become like close brothers. Now when they talk, their parents are always mentioned, and before, Zhan Dapeng relied on being the senior brother, so he was very careful with his words. But after they understood each other, they stopped pretending and were full of dirty language, looking no different from a local hooligan.

  "Aren't you usually staying in the medicine garden, spending your days with your Tianling grass? What brings you to my place today? Spit it out, what's on your mind?"

  "Wipe, I've been staying in the medicine garden every day, and I'm almost becoming a spiritual herb myself. Today is the day when Tianling grass matures, I've already pulled them all out, preparing to exchange for contribution points, and also exchange some dan medicine and whatnot. Why don't you come with me?"

  "Has your wild grass matured? So soon?"

  "Weed? I've taken care of them for a whole year, like a little daughter-in-law, just for that bit of contribution value, and today they're finally ripe!"

  "Ah, then wait for me a moment, I also have some things to exchange, I'll go get them."

  After finishing speaking, Tang Lin returned to the house and took out a storage bag that had been prepared for a month. This storage bag was given to him by Zhang Dapeng, inside which were five ten-year-old Tianling grasses and more than a dozen Tianling fruits. These things were the most inferior in Tang Lin's eyes, but in the Tiandao Sect, they were all rare and precious goods.

  As soon as they walked out of the house, Tang Lin took out ten Tianling fruits from his storage bag and handed them to Zhang Dapeng, saying: "Later on, you help me exchange these for Tianling Dan. My cultivation is too low, this thing is too dazzling, your cultivation is high, no problem!"

  Looking at the Tianling fruit in his hand, Zhan Dapeng was completely speechless. These ten Tianling fruits each exceeded five years, and the spiritual energy contained within them far surpassed that of the same-year-old Tianling grass. Where did this kid get such good stuff?