novel bin Chapter 21: Is it a samurai?
Chapter 21: Is it a samurai?
Although Xiao Jin had inexplicably sensed a trace of hostility from Lin Yan in Qingxi Village, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in this canyon... In short, it was more comfortable for him than Qingxi Village.
As for whether there would be any danger, Xiao Jin didn't think so. Not to mention stopping Gou Erchui, Lin Yan, who seemed to be the leader of the Eagle Bandits, had no need to do anything unnecessary.
In addition, Xiao Muyu seemed to have ulterior motives, so Xiao Jin didn't care. After all, the original owner's memory fragments allowed him to live from more than ten years ago to today, so his mother Xiao Muyu would definitely not act rashly.
Putting aside these distracting thoughts, I glanced at the system; my strength value was 93... I wonder if it will reach 100 tomorrow?
Since there were still many hours left, Xiao Jin stopped dwelling on it and went to Wang Suiyue's side.
The main hall of this wooden house is extremely rugged, with all four walls made of large, unpeeled round logs, the gaps filled with mud and moss.
Xiao Jin thought this place must be where the "Eagle Bandits" held their meetings, and wondered how Qin Huang treated his guests.
"Uncle Wang."
As soon as Xiao Jin uttered the words "Uncle Wang," Wang Suiyue immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute and replied, "This humble servant is terrified!"
Putting aside everything that had happened before, Wang Suiyue's respect for Xiao Jinzhi at this moment was entirely from the bottom of his heart.
"There's no need for that. Uncle Wang is much more approachable to me." After gesturing for Wang Suiyue to sit down, Xiao Jin went straight to the point, "Regarding the warriors, please tell me everything, Uncle Wang."
Reborn in another world with a system, Xiao Jin only has a general understanding of this world based on the fragments of the original owner's memories. It seems that apart from a few resentments and hatreds, the original owner had no real experience.
In Xiao Jin's mind, if he wanted to live a meaningful life in this strange world, his own strength was the prerequisite for everything. Right now, he knew nothing about the warriors of Shenzhou and couldn't understand how the original owner of this body had lived to such an old age.
Upon hearing this, Wang Suiyue, who did not immediately respond, pondered something...
Back when the original owner was five or six years old and had completely 'escaped' the Chu Emperor's pursuit, Xiao Muyu wished that the original owner would learn martial arts in order to prepare for the future blood feud of his family and to continue Xiao Dingtian's wishes.
Unexpectedly, the original body had a special constitution... and the spiritual energy was too thin under the fog...
Not only that, the original owner's slightly sunken eye sockets had always given off a withered look, as if life had been drained from her, and even her gaze carried a sickly coldness, the reason for which could not be found out.
He was timid by nature, not good at speaking, and sometimes went mad and became mentally unstable... which is hard to describe.
This is why Xiao Muyu gradually let go of the hatred in her heart, and only wished that her son could live a peaceful life.
After a moment of reflection, Wang Suiyue looked at Xiao Jin's eyes with an unknown state of mind—there was no trace of sickly coldness or dullness, only the same clear and chilling light as Qingxi Village!
This made Xiao Jin somewhat embarrassed, but fortunately, Wang Suiyue finally spoke up: "Back when the fog hadn't yet arrived, the entire Sixteen Provinces of Yanyang were rich in spiritual energy, and everyone could try their hand at martial arts..."
Fog?
The original owner's memory fragments, the fog almost shrouded the entire Divine Continent, but it was clearly visible within a hundred meters of Xiao Jin's vision. The so-called fog was only visible from a distance and was very light, seemingly not as Wang Suiyue described.
Why is that?
According to Wang Suiyue, the fog "affected" the existence of spiritual energy, and it seems that only on the night of a full moon will a thin layer of spiritual energy appear.
Full moon?
It seems to be the night of the full moon tonight... Suddenly, I thought that the original owner would undergo a 'mutation' on the night of the full moon, and I felt a strange sense of anticipation.
Whether he was looking forward to it or not, Xiao Jin was more concerned about the rank and strength of the so-called warriors.
The original owner's memories were fragmented, only knowing that warriors ranged from one to nine ranks, with nine being the strongest.
Wang Suiyue is currently explaining: When the physical body reaches a certain strength, one can use cultivation techniques to draw in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, forcing internal energy to be released outwards... This is what makes a warrior.
For warriors of ranks one through nine, it is another process of body refinement through the sublimation of spiritual energy.
Skin tempering: Enhances the skin's resistance to abrasion and impact, and improves its sensitivity to external stimuli (listening ability)...
Muscle training: Enhances muscle strength, speed, endurance, and explosiveness...
Tendon strengthening: Stretching the fascia enhances the elasticity and strength of the tendons, generating a taut, springy force...
Bone Refinement: Increases bone density and hardness, strengthens joint structure, and forms the power of the 'root joints'...
When skin, flesh, tendons, and bones are all perfectly perfect—a ninth-rank warrior!
As for which is stronger among those of the same rank, it depends on the martial arts skills they can use.
Finally, Wang Suiyue added: Regardless of their rank, warriors use techniques to draw spiritual energy into their bodies to strengthen their physical strength and thus enhance their internal power, rather than truly being able to 'control' spiritual energy.
According to rumors or books, if one can gather spiritual energy in the dantian and "transform oneself," one can convert spiritual energy into spiritual power—above the ninth rank.
Of course, Wang Suiyue did not know whether this realm above the ninth rank truly existed.
After Wang Suiyue's explanation, Xiao Jin had a general understanding of the nine ranks of warriors. As for those above the ninth rank... Xiao Jin wasn't concerned about that at the moment.
What he was concerned about was: "In Uncle Wang's opinion, what rank of warrior am I?"
Wang Suiyue mentioned in his account that a ninth-rank warrior can "detect" any rank below the ninth rank.
Xiao Jin wanted to ask himself if he was a warrior, but then he realized that he had punched away the second-rank triangular-eyed man Wang Suiyue had mentioned, so he must be stronger than a second-rank warrior. How could he not be a warrior?
Actually, Xiao Jin's question was somewhat redundant. Regardless of the strength of a warrior, at least they would know their rank.
Wang Suiyue was clearly taken aback by the question, seemingly unsure how to respond to Xiao Jin, as he had no idea what rank Xiao Jin was.
Common sense dictates only two explanations: either Xiao Jin is not a warrior at all, or Xiao Jin is a ninth-rank official.
If Xiao Jin is a ninth-rank official... Wang Suiyue, who watched Xiao Jin grow up, how could he not know?
But how do you explain that punch that sent a second-ranked soldier flying and killed him instantly?
Wang Suiyue, who had been a ninth-rank warrior for more than ten years, was confident that he had never misjudged anyone below the ninth rank. But at this moment, Wang Suiyue really couldn't figure out where the problem was and was somewhat bewildered.
"Uncle Wang?" Seeing that Wang Suiyue was standing there in a daze and did not respond for a long time, Xiao Jin waved his hand in front of his eyes in a puzzled manner.
Startled by Xiao Jin's sudden movement, Wang Suiyue, who had been pondering for a while, finally came to his senses: "Forgive my incompetence!"
Xiao Jin asked, puzzled, "What do you mean by that?"
Composing himself, Wang Suiyue reluctantly said, "This humble servant truly cannot discern what rank of warrior the young master is, or perhaps..."
"Or what?"
"Or perhaps the young master could be considered a samurai?"
"..."
"A cockfighting charade, and after all that, they might not even be samurai themselves?"
Xiao Jin wanted to know two things from Wang Suiyue: how strong and weak the warriors were from the first to the ninth rank.
Then there's the question of what rank of warrior he is.
Could it be?
Xiao Jin tentatively asked, "Are there any other beings besides samurai?"
That question... something seemed off to Wang Suiyue...
After the young master woke up from his coma due to the whip injury, apart from his physical appearance not changing much, everything about him seemed wrong, as if he had become a completely different person.
Recalling what Wang Suiyue had said, Xiao Jin suddenly thought of spiritual energy and muttered to himself, "I can't sense the existence of that so-called spiritual energy at all... Maybe I really am not a warrior."
Spiritual energy?
After Xiao Jin said that, Wang Suiyue suddenly thought of something: "Perhaps it can be verified."
"verify?"
Hearing that Wang Suiyue seemed to have a solution, Xiao Jin immediately perked up.
Besides the basic physical requirements, the prerequisite for becoming a warrior lies in using martial arts techniques to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and draw it into the body...
Without saying another word, Wang Suiyue handed over a superior martial arts technique to Xiao Jin and guided him in the most direct way.
About a cup of tea.
Regardless of Wang Suiyue's expression, the Blood Guards who accompanied him were all astonished... The young master, who had sent a second-rank warrior flying and killing him with a single punch, was now under the guidance of superior techniques and a powerful figure like Wang Suiyue.
He couldn't even 'draw in' the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within the canyon... In fact, Xiao Jin couldn't even sense the so-called spiritual energy of heaven and earth, let alone draw it into his body.