Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 24 Minor Success and Breaking Limits

Yu Muqing turned around and saw Shen Cheng walking in unsteadily with his hands behind his back.

She frowned. Although Shen Cheng no longer managed things much, he was the most senior, and she couldn't force him to protect Lin Qing.

"Chief Shen, someone has reported that Lin Qing is secretly keeping wooden statues and has failed to report it. This matter is of great importance, and I must get to the bottom of it," Yu Muqing said coldly.

"Oh? I wonder where this information came from, and is there any evidence?" Shen Cheng asked.

"There's no evidence, but Jiang Baihe said it himself," Yu Muqing explained.

A surge of anger rose in Lin Qing's heart. He had wondered why Yu Muqing had suddenly come to cause trouble. It turned out that it was that beast Jiang Baihe who was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

"Since there is no evidence, what does Director Yu mean by this?" Shen Cheng narrowed his eyes.

"Lord Shen knows my style of doing things. In matters of great importance, I would rather kill the innocent than let the guilty go free. My Yin-Yang Division is in charge of intelligence, and whenever there is a lead, I must get to the bottom of it. Today is not targeting anyone in particular, but it has always been my practice. However, since Director Shen says he is innocent, then it must be that the intelligence was wrong. Farewell!"

After Yu Muqing finished speaking, she turned around and left quickly. From beginning to end, she didn't have any extra expressions, and even her tone of voice didn't fluctuate much.

Lin Qing breathed a sigh of relief, mentally adding a grudge against Jiang Baihe. This time, there was no room for maneuver between them. He secretly resolved that once he became stronger, he would definitely find an opportunity to kill this scoundrel.

Shen Cheng, with a friendly smile, looked Lin Qing up and down.

"Shen Lian just told me that you are a promising talent and asked me to look after you. I was thinking of coming over to check on you, but I didn't expect to run into something like this. Yu Muqing's style of doing things has always been like this. If you encounter this kind of trouble again in the future, you can immediately ask someone to ask me for help."

"Thank you, Lord Shen," Lin Qing said loudly.

"Good, keep up the good work and try to join the City Soul Division next year."

As Shen Lian spoke, she yawned, seemingly exhausted, and turned to leave.

"Brother Lin, this is Jiang Baihe's doing behind the scenes. Director Yu has always acted this way; it's not that he's deliberately targeting you." Yu Qiuyu leaned closer at this moment.

"I understand." Lin Qing nodded. "Brother Yu, what will happen if Yu Muqing really takes me away?"

"It's hard to say. You might get a beating, but with your master around, you shouldn't be in any danger. Of course, if they really find out something, then no one can save you," Yu Qiuyu pondered.

"I see." Lin Qing nodded slightly, his heart filled with even more disgust for that old scoundrel Jiang Baihe.

For the next period of time, Lin Qing's life remained uneventful.

Lin Qing stayed in the Soul Suppression Division, collecting corpses and practicing martial arts every day, and his strength steadily increased.

Before we knew it, the depths of winter had passed, the ice and snow had melted, and a spring breeze had arrived overnight, causing the old trees in the courtyard to sprout new buds.

In the courtyard of the corpse collectors, on the training ground, two figures stood facing each other. Around them were Yu Qiuyu and a group of constables, all looking excited and watching the spectacle. On the left was Lin Qing, and on the right was Yang Feng, both holding knives in one hand.

"Lin Qing, it has been two months since you became my disciple. Now let me see how much you have improved during this time. Draw your sword," Yang Feng said in a deep voice.

"Master, please forgive me!"

Lin Qing charged forward with his sword, and as he approached Yang Feng, he swung his sword in a standard starting arc-moon stance. The sword shadow was as smooth as a wheel and as shimmering as moonlight, extremely beautiful, drawing gasps from those around him.

Yang Feng also swung his sword to meet the attack, and the blades clashed, producing a resounding clang.

This time, however, Yang Feng held back, not directly knocking Lin Qing's knife away, but controlling it to a level similar to Lin Qing's. Thus, the two became a pure contest of swordsmanship.

Thus, in the courtyard, the two men moved swiftly and agilely, their blades flashing and their shadows weaving into a net, colliding more than ten times in an instant.

Yu Qiuyu and the others were dumbfounded, because Lin Qing's swordsmanship was so flexible and unpredictable, not bound by fixed routines, yet the transitions were smooth and natural. This clearly showed that he had already entered the realm of minor mastery.

Many of the veterans who had been in the morgue for more than three years had never possessed such skill, and for a moment, many were mesmerized by what they saw.

After exchanging more than twenty quick blows, Lin Qing was finally outmatched and his sword was knocked from his hand by Yang Feng's blade.

But a series of cheers rang out from the surrounding crowd.

"good!"

"Brother Lin's swordsmanship is incredibly fierce."

"This technique shows signs of near-mastery, doesn't it?"

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Everyone looked on with curiosity and envy, and they kept talking about it.

Yang Feng sheathed his sword, his eyes full of admiration: "Not bad, your swordsmanship has already reached a certain level, and your foundation is incredibly solid. Every single sword move is extremely skillful, with virtually no flaws. Very good, it seems you haven't slacked off this past month."

Lin Qing stood up and sheathed the knife stuck in the ground: "This disciple has not worked hard enough. I must practice even harder in the future."

As he spoke, a thought struck him, and he glanced at the panel, which showed that the "Lone Goose Reflecting its Shadow" skill had already reached a minor level of mastery.

This is the realm without the blessing of the Rebirth Record. Once he equips the perfect-level Lone Goose Reflecting Shadow, his swordsmanship realm will break through the limit.

That is a mysterious and profound realm. His understanding of this sword technique will be pushed to an extremely deep level, and many flaws will be naturally corrected. The sword technique will become more exquisite, even surpassing the founder.

At this moment, Yu Qiuyu and the others around them were filled with envy upon hearing Lin Qing's affirmative answer.

In just two months, Lin Qing mastered the "Lone Goose Reflecting its Shadow" technique, progressing from beginner to intermediate level. Since the establishment of the Jiangyin County Government, no one else had made such rapid progress.

Most people would struggle for three years and still not master it, let alone achieve even a minor level of proficiency.

"Well, you can't push yourself too hard. Martial arts training requires a balance of tension and relaxation. I've been keeping an eye on you for the past two months. Apart from necessary physical activities, you've spent all your time practicing martial arts. Sometimes you need to relax a bit," Yang Feng advised.

"This disciple understands." Lin Qing nodded respectfully.

"How far have you progressed in the Eight Strikes of the Serpent?" Yang Feng asked.

"Still at the minor completion stage," Lin Qing replied.

It wasn't that he hadn't practiced diligently, but rather that without the blessing of the Rebirth Record, his progress was simply too slow if he practiced on his own.

To break this deadlock, we must find a way to replicate a perfect version of the Eight Strikes of the Serpent.

But this requires luck. In the past two months, he has transcended no fewer than twenty corpses, but they were all ordinary people, not even martial artists.

Lin Qing pondered that if this situation continued, he would likely lose the election next year.

But he understood that rushing wouldn't help; he had to do what he was supposed to do each day and not lose his composure.

"You've been too slow. It seems you've been putting too much time and energy into your swordsmanship lately. But next year, when the Soul Suppressing Division re-examines its skills, they won't care about your level of swordsmanship. Reaching a minor level of mastery is enough to save your life. Take a break and focus on practicing the Eight Strikes of the Spirit Serpent." Yang Feng said, getting up and going to the pavilion next to him. He poured himself a cup of cold tea and took a big gulp.

"Yes, Master." Lin Qing nodded. He didn't want to explain, because the Record of Rebirth couldn't be known to anyone.

"Overall, I am very satisfied with your performance over the past two months. Here is a bottle of Guiyuan Pill as a reward for you. Take one pill every day to nourish your qi and blood, strengthen your physique, and help you reach the Mingjin Perfection stage more quickly." Yang Feng said, taking out a palm-sized dark green medicine bottle from his pocket.

"Thank you, Master Xie."

Yu Qiuyu and the others standing nearby all looked on with envy. Guiyuan Pill was considered a top-grade blood and qi medicine that Mingjin martial artists could take.