Chapter 111: 111. Chapter 111: Late-Night Fist Training (Ally Bonus: D Da Sheng Sheng)

111. Chapter 111: Late-Night Fist Training (Ally Bonus: D Da Sheng Sheng)

This was Li Yi’s first time cultivating with the Bone Wall Painting, a strange artifact.

He also wanted to know what differences existed between two distinct incomplete artifacts.

But shortly after entering cultivation, Li Yi noticed something unusual.

The pure energy field generated by the Bone Wall Painting was immense, large enough to fully envelop him, while the incomplete coin’s energy field was tiny, so small he had to guide it with his will for cosmic energy to enter his body.

Now, Li Yi felt as if he were submerged in a rich energy field, every cell in his body seeming to leap with joy, an indescribable comfort spreading through him.

Even more peculiar was that after using the Bone Contemplation technique, Li Yi found his self-awareness within his mind becoming increasingly real, increasingly condensed, acquiring a tangible, physical quality—as if it could detach from his body and drift freely through this ocean of pure energy.

This sensation was incredible.

It felt like his soul could leave his body.

Li Yi wanted to try it, but feared some accident might occur, so he suppressed this curiosity and impulse.

If his consciousness wandered out and couldn’t return to his body, he’d be finished.

So it was better not to tempt fate.

“Compared to the incomplete coin, the Bone Wall Painting suits me far better. My entire body is saturated with cosmic energy—even if I don’t deliberately meditate, just sleeping here will improve my cultivation. I’ve never felt this before.” Li Yi silently marveled.

Indeed, without comparison, there is no harm.

There are vast differences even among incomplete artifacts.

Li Yi speculated this must relate to the degree of damage.

After all, the incomplete coin was missing half its entirety, while the Bone Wall Painting had only a single gash—its damage was minor. Yet the coin’s value likely extended beyond merely aiding cultivation.

Because the incomplete coin had already damaged the complete Bone Wall Painting.

Just from this, Li Yi understood the incomplete coin still held immense untapped potential; he simply lacked the strength to extract more information or data about the artifact. When he grew stronger, perhaps the coin’s secrets would be revealed.

Li Yi cultivated for another full day.

Only when evening came and Lin Yue grew impatient did she return to Room 21 and pull Li Yi out of his meditative state.

“You need to go back to your ward for dressing changes. Physical recovery is vital—don’t focus only on cultivation.” She immediately placed him on a wheelchair and pushed him toward the ward.

Li Yi said, “Sister Lin, since I’ve been cultivating with the artifact, my body has recovered faster, so I lost track of time. By the way, Sister Lin, have you broken through the illusion yet?”

Lin Yue halted, her expression uneasy. She glanced around, avoiding his gaze. “I’m not in a rush. I need to stabilize my state before challenging the illusion. Just now, I went back, took a bath, changed clothes, and slept. If my state is poor, it severely affects my performance.”

“Didn’t you just bathe this morning?”

Li Yi asked. “You must break the illusion as soon as possible. Every day you delay is a day lost to cultivation. Engineer Zheng said if you lack evidence, Yang Yilong can hold you for only three months. You must use the artifact to reach Spiritual Perception Realm within this time—only then will you have the strength to stand against Yang Yilong.”

“I know. I’ve already arranged to partner with a female instructor named Fan Zhi. We’ll enter the cultivation room together—so if either of us encounters trouble, we can immediately help the other escape the illusion. That way, you won’t have to guard me every time. But if you plan to enter the artifact room too, just tell me—I’ll take you right away.” Lin Yue said.

She dared not let Li Yi stay by her side again—she feared one day, unable to resist her desires, she might devour him whole.

“Instructor Fan Zhi?” Li Yi remembered.

She was the female instructor who had tested his cultivation metrics—gentle, kind-hearted. He hadn’t expected Lin Yue to make a new friend in just one day.

Li Yi nodded. “I’ll give you the key to Room 21. For now, you and Instructor Fan Zhi should work together to break the Bone Wall Painting’s illusion. It’s mutually beneficial—you gain a partner, and she gets early access to the room. I’ll rest in the ward these two days and won’t rush cultivation.”

Lin Yue nodded. “Alright. If you need anything, tell me—I’ll come immediately.”

Moments later.

Lin Yue returned Li Yi to his ward. The nurse was already waiting. As soon as he arrived, she changed his dressing and checked his recovery.

Li Yi’s recovery was excellent—no issues. The doctor was reassured, no longer fearing sudden deterioration.

In the following days, Li Yi remained in the ward to recuperate, though most of his time was spent cultivating.

With rest and the Bone Contemplation technique, by the fifth day Li Yi could walk normally. On the sixth day, the doctor personally examined him and removed most of his bandages. By the seventh day, he was nearly fully healed—only his hands, severely injured, remained wrapped, requiring continued rest.

During these days, Lin Yue and Instructor Fan Zhi worked hard to break the illusion’s influence, but even with Li Yi’s guidance on the Bone Flesh Regeneration Method, results seemed poor.

For three straight days, Lin Yue failed to break the illusion and instead increased her return visits to the ward. Each time, she rushed straight to the bathroom for a cold shower, then bolted back out to challenge the illusion again.

When Li Yi asked about her condition, Lin Yue replied again: “It’s all your fault.”

This only deepened his confusion.

“Could the Bone Flesh Regeneration Method no longer work?”

Li Yi couldn’t understand it. He only noticed Lin Yue’s gaze toward him growing increasingly strange—like a wolf’s, her eyes glowing green.

As if she meant to eat him.

He had to shift focus, pouring all his energy into cultivation, striving to heal quickly and reach Spiritual Perception Realm.

That night,

Lin Yue, driven beyond endurance by the illusion, could no longer bear it. She left her adjacent room and came to Li Yi’s bed. Her breathing was heavy, her skin flushed crimson, her eyes ablaze with fire—fire that had burned for days, now on the verge of losing control.

“Li Yi, Li Yi, wake up.” Lin Yue licked her lips, trying to rouse the sleeping Li Yi.

Li Yi awoke quickly—but the moment he opened his eyes, Lin Yue lunged at him like a starving wolf, gripping him tightly, squeezing until he could barely breathe.

“Sister Lin, what’s wrong?”

He touched her arm and found her body burning hot—she was profoundly unwell.

“I—I’m suffering from surging blood and qi. It’s unbearable. Li Yi, help me.”

Lin Yue whispered into his chest, summoning courage to speak those words. Once spoken, a heavy stone seemed to lift from her heart, leaving her body strangely light—and instantly limp.

Perhaps releasing desire was not such a bad thing.

“Surging blood and qi? I understand.”

Li Yi snapped alert. He immediately broke free from her embrace, rolled off the bed, and stood up, crouching slightly as he raised his fists.

“Sister Lin, follow me. This is the fist posture I’ve mastered—it mobilizes full-body strength and helps control your blood and qi.”

Lin Yue froze, gazing at Li Yi with shimmering eyes, unable to help biting her lip. She sighed inwardly: “I didn’t mean for you to help me like this.”

But seeing Li Yi’s serious expression, she couldn’t bring herself to speak again. She gritted her teeth and copied his posture.

“Not right. Lower your waist more. Raise your fists higher. Bend your knees slightly.”

Li Yi immediately corrected her posture, just as his former master Zhao Ge had done—personally demonstrating, resolving every flaw, ensuring Lin Yue could hold the stance correctly in the shortest time.

Lin Yue had only intended to try casually—but strangely, once she held the stance under Li Yi’s guidance, the agitation within her body began vanishing miraculously.

This posture truly worked.

The surging blood and qi quickly calmed, sinking gently into her body.

Her lustful fire faded. Reason returned. She no longer thought of lewd thoughts. She immediately gathered her spirit and followed Li Yi in practicing the posture.

“Sister Lin, the fist posture is the foundation of fist arts. You must master it perfectly—otherwise, your power delivery will go wrong, leaving hidden injuries.”

Li Yi spoke like a strict master: “I’ve sensed your body’s imbalance these past days. Today’s opportunity is perfect to teach you. I believe mastering this will aid your cultivation—and make defeating Yang Yilong easier for us.”

“I don’t know whether to say you’re thoughtful—or thoughtless.” Lin Yue gazed deeply at Li Yi. In the dim room, her eyes held a touch of tenderness and allure.

Li Yi immediately said, “Sister Lin, don’t distract yourself.”

“You’re the teacher. I’ll listen. Fine.” Lin Yue smiled, then grew serious.

Soon, under Li Yi’s guidance, Lin Yue held the posture perfectly, flawlessly.

Her learning ability surpassed Li Yi’s own at Ghost Street.

After all, she was a Spiritual Perception cultivator—her body’s learning capacity was terrifying.

“Good. Sister Lin, your posture is correct—but you haven’t truly mastered it yet. I need to test you. Don’t resist.” Li Yi, wrapped in bandages, reached out and seized her arm.

Lin Yue instinctively tried to resist—but immediately stopped.

Instantly, a powerful force lifted her off the ground and flung her onto the nearby bed.

Lin Yue blinked, puzzled, staring at Li Yi. Did he have designs on her too?

Li Yi said at once: “Come, Sister Lin. Let me see if you truly learned the posture. Just now, I threw you to make you forget my instructions. If you can replicate the posture now, you’ve preliminarily entered the realm of fist arts.”

“I see. I understand.” Lin Yue immediately sat up from the bed and re-assumed the fist posture.

“How is it, Sister Lin? Is the posture right?”

Lin Yue smiled. She was certain she had fully mastered it—her talent was decent, if not top-tier.

“Excellent, Sister Lin. You’ve passed the posture test.”

Li Yi circled her, inspected her carefully, confirmed no flaws, then gave his evaluation.

“What’s the second test? Bring it on.” Lin Yue smiled.

She no longer thought of her earlier chaos. Her mind was now entirely absorbed in the fist art—a deep, joyful immersion in learning.

Li Yi said: “The second test is punching. After holding the posture, how you generate fist power matters most. Sister Lin, strike with this stance. I’ll correct any mistakes.”

“Alright.” Lin Yue immediately threw a punch.

The force was immense—the fist wind howled, lifting the window curtains.

But no fist resonance sounded.

“Your power delivery is wrong. Your feet, knees, and hips must form a unified chain. The power must reach the spine—the great dragon. Twist it into one cord, using skin, sinew, and fascia to transmit force, layer upon layer, finally exploding from the shoulder, arm, and fist. Try again, Sister Lin.” Li Yi instructed.

Lin Yue closed her eyes, thought, nodded, then punched again.

This time, there was a faint sound—but still far from true fist resonance.

“Sister Lin, your waist is the problem. Your power dissipates here. Adjust and try again.” Li Yi spotted the flaw instantly.

“Alright, I’ll try again.” Lin Yue took a deep breath and punched once more.

Still no fist resonance.

Li Yi continued guiding. Lin Yue adjusted slowly, soon pinpointing the issue, and kept practicing.