My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 58 Arrival
"Don't you have a set of body-refining techniques to sell?" Chen Mu suddenly asked.

"One thousand taels," Jie Jia said calmly.

"A divine will?" Chen Mu was overjoyed. Although it was expensive, he would save every penny and sell everything he owned to buy it.

"No." Jie Jia glanced at Chen Mu. With divine intent, how could it possibly only cost a thousand taels?

Chen Mu was immediately disappointed.

“You can’t buy a legacy with divine intent,” Jie Jia said calmly.

Chen Mu was skeptical. Could money really be unreliable?
"Is there a ghost market in Nanyang Prefecture?" Chen Mu still wanted to find out.

Jie Jia glanced at Chen Mu but didn't try to dissuade him: "Yes."

When you're disappointed, you'll naturally come back to buy it.

"The Red Falcon Form Training Technique really has no divine intent?" Chen Mu was unwilling to accept it.

“Divine intent is the core and the source of the Form Refining Technique,” ​​Jie Jia explained.

"The original creators may have had it in their minds, but they couldn't record it because they didn't fully understand it, and if they couldn't record it, then naturally it didn't exist."

"Most small-scale inheritances are in this state."

"The Red Falcon Form Training Technique is only passed down in Nanyang Prefecture. As far as I know, there is no other place like it," Jie Jia said calmly.

Without divine will, one cannot cultivate courage.

Knowing the limitations of the Red Falcon Form Training Technique, Chen Mu was very disappointed.

But it wouldn't be so bad as to say it's hopeless.

An ordinary person spends ten years training their form and a hundred years cultivating their spirit. He's only been practicing martial arts for a year and a half. If the Red Falcon's form-training technique doesn't work, he can always try another one.

"Where can I learn a form-refining technique with divine intent?" Chen Mu asked.

“The military, powerful families, large gangs, and a few independent individuals,” Jie Jia said calmly.

Chen Mu nodded and kept it in mind.

We'll have to find solutions in these areas in the future.

Having finally transmigrated and now possessing a skill-enhancing cheat code, he naturally wanted to try and reach the peak.

But there's no rush.

What takes an average person ten years, he can complete in just over a year. There's plenty of time, so let's take it one step at a time.

The most urgent task is to settle down in Nanyang and then investigate further.

……

The convoy continued on.

A few days later, a heavy rainstorm struck. The convoy was forced to stop for repairs.

Taking advantage of this time, Chen Mu found a slightly secluded place to test the changes in his marrow.

Chen Mu's figure suddenly disappeared in a grove of trees.

In an environment where vegetation grows haphazardly, he resembles a nimble falcon.

It can change direction freely, move silently, stop instantly when you want, and move with lightning speed.

Even though the Red Falcon Body Refinement Technique is a minor inheritance without divine intent, it is still a body refinement technique that can change a person's physique.

He moved at full speed; to the average person, he was just a dark shadow. Without careful observation, one might mistake him for a swift bird flying past.

"My energy has also become more abundant." Chen Mu recalled the changes over the past two days.

He only needs three hours of sleep each day to feel energetic.

If the situation is urgent, I can even go two days without sleeping and still not feel tired.

"This is just a minor inheritance of body-refining techniques."

The Form Refining Technique, the Five Ghost Bag, and all sorts of other wonders made Chen Mu increasingly look forward to the future.

……

Over the next few days, the journey became increasingly easier.

Villages and large tracts of fertile land have also begun to appear in the surrounding area.

Farmers can be seen working in the fields from time to time.

The caravan traveled for another five days before finally arriving in Nanyang Prefecture.

From afar, a long, winding black line could be seen stretching from east to west. Upon closer inspection, it became clear that it was an incredibly long city wall. Compared to Nanyang Prefecture, Qingshan County was practically a small courtyard.

In such a large area, it could take two or three days to walk from the south to the north of the city.

"Truly magnificent," Chen Mu exclaimed.

This is only one of the thirteen prefectures of the Great Liang Dynasty. Who knows what the even more prosperous Shengjing of the Great Liang Dynasty must be like?

As the group of country bumpkins marveled at the city, seven or eight fast horses galloped straight towards the caravan.

A handsome young man, two meters tall, dressed in white, with fair skin and a face like jade, dismounted in the middle of the caravan.

The visitor was none other than Zuo Sheng, the eldest son of the Zuo family.

Seemingly noticing Chen Mu's gaze, the other person turned to look at them.

Upon seeing Chen Mu, he was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and nodded in greeting.

Chen Mu returned an awkward but polite smile.

He was genuinely a little nervous when he, a murderer, encountered an eyewitness.

Zuo Sheng withdrew his gaze, jumped into the spacious carriage, and met his relatives.

Chen Mu, like everyone else, casually observed Zuo Sheng's entourage.

They were all dressed in tight-fitting vests, their eyes filled with murderous intent, their exposed arms bulging with muscles, making them look like men to be trifled with.

“They’re from the Jinghong Gang,” said County Magistrate Du, who had been relatively unnoticed until now.

Upon arriving in Nanyang Prefecture, the former county magistrate, who had been cautious the entire way, finally relaxed and seemed to become more talkative: "The Jinghong Gang is the largest gang in Nanyang Prefecture, controlling the Jinshui River and wielding immense power." "Do they still recruit?" Zhang Ye asked with great interest.

He was a gang leader by birth, and even after moving to a different place, he still couldn't let go of the gang business he had spent half his life in.

Chen Mu also listened attentively.

Jie Jia once said that within certain powerful gangs, there is a divine will passed down.

"Don't even think about it. They only recruit children and train them themselves. You're too old for that. Even if you joined, you'd just be an outsider. There would be no benefits, and you'd only be exploited for no reason."

Zhang Ye's expression was grim. He had been a gang leader before. If he could become a core member, he would be willing to accept assignments. But if he was just a peripheral henchman, he would be nothing more than cannon fodder.
Chen Mu was also disappointed.

Without joining the core, one cannot receive the inheritance of divine will.

As for accumulating great merit to receive rewards, how much merit would one need to achieve to receive such a legacy?
Moreover, within such gangs, power struggles and infighting are rampant. Chen Mu didn't transmigrate here to engage in such intrigues.

……

Nanyang City looked close, but it was actually quite a distance away. By the time the convoy slowly reached the city gate, it was already afternoon.

Upon arriving here, the group of travelers began to go their separate ways.

The first to leave was Miss Bai.

The impressive maid Cui Cui drove up, nodded to the soldier, and then drove away.

The second person to leave was Du Huai.

As soon as he arrived at the door, a man who looked like a butler in his fifties came forward to greet him.

Du Huai bowed to bid farewell to everyone and boarded a luxurious carriage with his entourage.

Chen Mu seemed to be deep in thought. It seemed that the Du family, the county magistrate's family, were doing quite well in the city.

"Senior Brother! I'm here!" Chengming, who had been peering out the car window at the crowd, suddenly shouted.

A middle-aged man dressed in a Taoist robe drove a horse-drawn carriage and quickly approached.

"How did you get ahead of us?" Chengming jumped onto the other carriage and excitedly asked, hugging Chengyi's neck.

"Because I'm good at kung fu and can run fast," Cheng Yi said with a smile.

“Sincerely, the abbot has also arrived?” He Daoren, who had been at the back, stepped forward.

"Uncle He, let's go back first. We'll talk after we've settled in," Cheng Yi said sincerely.

He immediately jumped off the carriage and bowed to the armored man, saying, "It must have been hard for you to escort me all this way, sir."

Jie Jia nodded calmly.

"Goodbye, Brother Chen!" Chengming called out to Chen Mu.

Chen Mu smiled and waved his hand, while taking out the last two packets of dried meat from his bag and throwing them over.

"Thank you, Brother Chen!" Chengming eagerly pulled out a piece of jerky and chewed it.

"By the way, Brother Chen, where should I look for you after we enter the city? I still want my senior brother to treat you to a big meal!" Chengming said with a sly blink of his big eyes.

"Chengming, you must not be rude!" Chengyi rebuked softly.

He then turned to look at He Daoren: "Uncle He?"

He Daoren immediately stepped forward and gave a brief account of the journey.

"Uncle He, get in the car first, I'll make the arrangements." Cheng Yi nodded to indicate that he understood, and let Cheng Ming and He Daoren get into the car.

With sincerity, he slowly approached and calmly looked at Chen Mu, saying, "Young Master Chen, we meet again."

Chen Mu politely returned the greeting with a cupped-hand salute. He always felt that this Taoist priest didn't seem to like him very much.

"My junior brother is young and doesn't know any better. I'm sorry to have troubled you with your hospitality, Young Master Chen." As he spoke, he took out a silver note from his sleeve and handed it to Chen Mu.

"We do not intend to stay in Nanyang for long and are unable to repay your kindness. Please accept this small token of our gratitude."

"It's just a little food, there's no need for this." Chen Mu frowned slightly.

"Young Master Chen, you'd better accept it." Cheng Yi said calmly, "I hope Young Master Chen will never appear in front of my junior brother again."

Chen Mu stared at the sincerity.

Feeling the faint threat and intense rejection from the other person, I really didn't understand what I had done to offend them.

Glancing at the silver notes in the other person's hand, Chen Mu chuckled, leaned back in his carriage, and calmly gazed ahead.

With a light kick of his toe, the carriage slowly passed in front of Cheng Yi.

He accepted the silver note with a straight face.

"Outside of the evil spirits..."

"Humph!"

Cheng Yi watched the departing vehicle with indifference: "I hope you know what's good for you, otherwise..."

"Senior brother, why did Brother Chen leave? He hasn't told me how to find him yet," Chengming asked curiously, sticking his head out of the carriage.

Cheng Yi smiled and looked at Cheng Ming with kindness: "Junior Brother, Young Master Chen is only passing through Nanyang and will be leaving soon."

"Let's not delay other people's schedules."

"Leave? Didn't Brother Chen say he wanted to settle down here?" Chengming asked, puzzled.

He sincerely got into the carriage, started the horses, and said with an unchanged expression, "How can you take what the master is saying as a joke seriously?"

"Brother Chen wouldn't lie to me."

"Okay, okay, if he won't comfort you, I will."

"Senior Brother, don't treat me like a child."

"Okay, then you can be the little adult..."

"Elder brother..."

(End of this chapter)