The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

After a while.

Jiang Ning put it back in his arms, turned off the lights, and rested.

Three days later.

Jiang Ning, Lin Pingzhi, and Linghu Chong set off with dozens of disabled children.

"Senior Brother."

On the way, Jiang Ning suddenly spoke up.

Linghu Chong looked at him: "Junior brother, what's wrong?"

Jiang Ning asked, "How are you feeling now after taking the pill given to you by the Southern Shaolin Temple?"

It has been more than a month since Linghu Chong took the Shaolin Great Rejuvenation Pill, and Jiang Ning has not paid much attention to Linghu Chong during this time. Only now has he asked about it.

"Very good!"

Upon hearing this, Linghu Chong's eyebrows immediately lit up with joy: "I feel my internal strength has greatly increased."

Since taking the Great Rejuvenation Pill given to him by the Southern Shaolin Temple, Linghu Chong felt that his internal energy was increasing at a faster rate every day than before. Even though he didn't practice much, his internal energy was still growing, which made Linghu Chong feel even more amazed.

Even though a month has passed, this trend has not stopped.

Jiang Ning was surprised to hear this and asked, "Senior Brother, may I check the state of your internal energy?"

"of course."

Linghu Chong smiled nonchalantly and extended his hand directly.

Jiang Ning grasped the wrist and transmitted a trace of internal energy to probe it. After a moment, he withdrew his hand, his eyes filled with astonishment.

As Linghu Chong had said, the internal energy within him was indeed as strong as he described. Jiang Ning could sense that the gas within Linghu Chong's body had not yet dissipated. The increase in Linghu Chong's internal energy was all thanks to it. Every time it circulated within Linghu Chong's body, his internal energy increased by one point, in an endless cycle.

According to Jiang Ning's investigation, Linghu Chong's internal energy is currently very profound. If he were to fully absorb all the energy flow, his internal energy would probably be as deep as Yue Buqun's before he practiced the Innate Skill.

By then, Linghu Chong's internal strength would no longer be a weakness, and with the addition of the opponent's Dugu Nine Swords, he would be able to fight even against top masters.

"How about that? I wasn't lying to you, was I?"

Linghu Chong's eyebrows danced with excitement.

Jiang Ning couldn't help but smile and nod.

Linghu Chong then said, "Junior brother, don't you also have a pill given to you by Zen Master Lingxuan? Aren't you going to take it?"

Jiang Ning thought for a moment, then took out the pill from his pocket again and swallowed it.

As the pill went down his throat and into his stomach, Jiang Ning closed his eyes and visualized. He could clearly feel the pill quickly transform into streams of energy that circulated through his meridians. These streams were very warm, and after circulating through them, Jiang Ning could feel a noticeable increase in temperature. However, he discovered that his internal energy had actually increased slightly.

Although the increase in internal energy was not obvious, Jiang Ning still managed to detect it.

"Junior brother, how is it?"

Linghu Chong asked from the side.

Jiang Ning opened his eyes and said to him, "Senior brother is right, I do feel my internal energy has increased."

Linghu Chong immediately burst into laughter.

“Junior brother, your internal strength was already strong. Now that you have taken this pill, there are probably very few people in the martial world whose internal strength can surpass yours.”

In fact, Linghu Chong thought that Jiang Ning's internal strength at that time might not even be comparable to Yue Buqun and Fang Zheng of Shaolin Temple, but out of respect for his teacher and seniors, Linghu Chong was more cautious in his wording.

Linghu Chong winked and made a face.

"When the time comes, junior brother's martial arts will surpass Dongfang Bubai of the Demonic Sect and he will become the number one in the world. You must take care of me, your senior brother from the same sect."

Chapter 517: Practicing Kung Fu

early morning.

In a quiet grove of trees.

Jiang Ning sat cross-legged facing north, with his hands placed below his dantian (lower abdomen) and palms facing upwards.

At this moment, Jiang Ning remained calm, looking straight ahead with his gaze perpendicular to the ground, and streams of pure white air flowed from his mouth and nose as he inhaled and exhaled.

Jiang Ning is clearly practicing his martial arts now.

At this moment, he was concentrating his mind, focusing on his dantian, carefully feeling it, and guiding his internal energy upwards along the Du meridian, which then reached the Baihui acupoint at the top. As the internal energy entered the top, Jiang Ning's head was surrounded by pure white gas.

After doing this, Jiang Ning once again guided the internal energy in his body down from the Du meridian, through his face, down along the Ren meridian, through his throat, chest and abdomen, and finally back to his Dantian, repeating this process nine times nine times eighty-one times.

With each cycle, Jiang Ning's breathing gradually slowed down, eventually aligning with the internal energy circulation within his body, and his chest rose and fell slowly.

call!

The once quiet forest was suddenly filled with the sound of wind, rustling the leaves.

If someone else were to observe closely in the forest at this moment, they would discover that the sound of the wind was gradually synchronizing with Jiang Ning's breathing; with each breath Jiang Ning exhaled, a gust of wind would rise in the forest.

After circulating his internal energy through his Ren and Du meridians nine times, Jiang Ning opened his eyes. At that moment, the sound of the wind in the forest stopped.

Jiang Ning was unaware of the external changes; at this moment, his body had already reached the next stage.

A massive amount of internal energy condensed into a liquid state in his dantian. Jiang Ning closed his eyes and sensed the changes within. The true energy in his dantian was like a calm surface of water. Under his guidance, the true energy continuously diffused from the inside out and then converged from the outside in, repeating this cycle eighty-one times.

Just then, Jiang Ning opened his eyes again and stared straight ahead. His throat moved repeatedly as if he wanted to make a sound, but he did not speak. However, a muffled thunder-like sound suddenly rang out around him. As Jiang Ning's throat continued to move up and down, the muffled thunder became more and more intense.

A moment later, Jiang Ning suddenly looked up at the sky and let out a long howl.

The sound waves rolled outwards, and the internal force spread outwards with Jiang Ning's long roar, with invisible ripples spreading outwards from Jiang Ning as the center.

At this moment, the leaves on the trees in the forest moved on their own without any wind, rustling as if a gale was howling, and countless leaves fell.

Jiang Ning's voice carried extremely far; even Linghu Chong and Lin Pingzhi, who were waiting outside the forest, heard it.

Upon hearing Jiang Ning's long howl, Linghu Chong's expression changed, and Lin Pingzhi's brows furrowed unconsciously, as if he were uncomfortable.

"Junior brother, what kind of martial art are you practicing? It's so strange!"

Linghu Chong was astonished.

They were quite a distance from Jiang Ning's location, but he still felt slightly uncomfortable after hearing Jiang Ning's long howl, which surprised him.

Before he could even think, Jiang Ning let out another long howl from the forest. This time, the sound was even louder than before, making Linghu Chong and Lin Pingzhi feel even more uncomfortable.

Lin Pingzhi's face was pale, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He was also feeling uneasy.

Linghu Chong also felt a bit irritable.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Ning's long howl finally stopped, and he remained silent for a long time.

Linghu Chong and Lin Pingzhi looked at each other, and just as they were wondering whether they should go in and take a look, they saw Jiang Ning's figure emerge from the woods.

"Junior brother, what kind of martial art are you practicing? It's so strange!"

Linghu Chong was the first to speak.

He looked utterly astonished.

Lin Pingzhi was also very curious.

Jiang Ning smiled and said, "I'm trying to see if I can create a technique that specializes in killing enemies with sound."

"what?"

Linghu Chong and Lin Pingzhi were taken aback.

Kill the enemy with sound?

They'd heard of people creating their own martial arts, after all, Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan had created the Chongling Sword Technique, but that was just for fun, the moves were just made up on the spot. Creating your own martial arts is not that simple, let alone a technique based on sound. In the martial arts world, there's only the Lion's Roar of Buddhism, and no one has ever heard of any martial arts that can hurt people with sound. This shows how difficult it is.

"Junior brother, did you succeed?"

After hesitating for a moment, Linghu Chong asked.

Jiang Ning shook his head: "Not yet, it's only the first results, we need to continue our research."

Linghu Chong and Lin Pingzhi looked at each other in bewilderment.

Is all that commotion just now only the first sign of success?

Linghu Chong recalled the playful Chongling Sword Technique he and Yue Lingshan had practiced, and then looked at the martial art Jiang Ning wanted to create. Indeed, people are different.

After finishing this training session, Jiang Ning and his group set off again.

It is now late November. A month has passed since they left Fuzhou. Jiang Ning and his group are still in the Huguang region, quite a distance from Mount Hua.

According to their itinerary, it would be considered fast if they could reach Mount Hua before the end of December, considering they would be taking dozens of children with them along the way.

"let's go."

After Jiang Ning finished practicing his skills, Linghu Chong was in a hurry to set off.

The group headed towards Shaanxi.

……

The headquarters of the Beggars' Sect.

The old man Jie Feng looked at the Beggar Clan disciple kneeling below with a gloomy expression.

"Who do you think massacred the Yanping branch?"

Jie Feng's tone was extremely cold.

There were other people in the hall, all of them high-ranking members of the Beggars' Sect. When they saw the old man's cold expression, they didn't say anything and all turned their attention to the kneeling Beggars' Sect disciple.

"Chief, it's absolutely true. It was the Huashan Sect who wiped out my Yanping branch."

The Beggar Clan disciple said with a mournful face, "Both Chief Xu and the Azure Lotus Envoy recognized that one of the two was Ning Yanwang of the Huashan Sect."

Upon hearing the disciple confirm this again, everyone in the hall exchanged bewildered glances, with Xie Feng's face turning extremely grim.

"Humph!"

An elder of the Beggars' Sect snorted coldly and said, "Our Beggars' Sect has no enmity with the Huashan Sect. The Huashan Sect massacred our Beggars' Sect branch for no reason. What exactly does Yue Buqun want to do? Is he taking advantage of our Beggars' Sect's lack of talent?"

"Gather the brothers and let's storm Mount Hua!"

Some hot-tempered elders even wanted to start a war with the Huashan Sect.