Chapter 7: Don’t Die Carrying the Tradition

The next day, at dawn, Liang Hui woke up and had the remaining snake for breakfast. He then entered Hong Er's dream again to observe his boxing techniques and understand the way he exerted force. After that, he practiced in the cave. His boxing became more organized and faster. When he exhausted all his energy, Liang Hui sat down to rest for a while. After regaining some strength, he cut and grilled some bear meat for lunch. The afternoon followed the same routine: entering the dream, practicing boxing, and eating meat after exhausting his energy. Every minute and every second, Liang Hui's boxing became stronger, and his strength increased.

...

Yuan Yang Sect.

Several blurry figures were sitting cross-legged in the main hall, each emitting a powerful aura.

"Hey! Our Sect Goddess let the God Emperor escape. Was it intentional, or is she incapable?"

"I think we should replace the Sect Goddess to walk the mortal world."

Dissatisfied voices echoed in the silent hall.

"What God Emperor? He's just a great demon who has killed countless and forced the world to follow his will. Even if he transcends, he will eventually destroy all realms."

"Sect Master, I think we should have killed him earlier instead of wanting to convert him to our sect. Ridiculous!"

Even more dissatisfied voices arose in the hall.

Ever since that memory suddenly appeared in everyone's minds, the Yuan Yang Sect, as the world's top sect, had conducted multiple verifications in a short period. In the end, they concluded that the memory was likely true.

This result was hard for the Yuan Yang Sect to accept, as they were among the biggest failures in that memory.

"Do you want to push the tradition into destruction again? Don't forget that boy's character. As long as we approach him with good intentions, even if he grows stronger, he won't harm us."

A gentle female voice transmitted through the hall.

After that, there was a heated debate among the sect's high-ranking members.

"Silence!"

A deep voice came from the head of the hall, a blurry, majestic figure.

The Sect Master of the Yuan Yang Sect, also one of the strongest in the world, and one of the few who had taken a punch from Liang Hui before dying.

The dispute fell silent.

"Block the news of Liang Hui's escape, then find him and convert him."

A voice, as if from another dimension, echoed.

"Yes, Sect Master."

No one opposed; everyone agreed.

After all, they had seen the strength of their Sect Master in the memory.

Liang Hui, unlike the Liang Hui who hadn't grown yet, was now in his peak years!

...

Time flowed like water.

In the blink of an eye, fifteen days had passed.

Early in the morning, in an ancient forest somewhere unknown.

A figure stood in front of a cave, continuously swinging his fists, stirring up the fallen leaves around him.

If Hong Er hadn't died, seeing this scene would surely astonish him.

The boxing techniques in front of him were too similar to his own, but more refined and fierce.

Only when the sun was high did the figure stop and stand still on the ground.

"I haven't sensed my Qi and blood yet, nor entered the Skin Refining stage."

Liang Hui felt the power flowing through his body, murmuring to himself.

He wasn't surprised by this result, after all, Hong Er was just a low-ranking member of the Wild Wolf Gang.

Even if his 'Green Wolf Fist' was more refined, it was impossible to advance to the Skin Refining stage in just half a month.

Putting his thoughts away, Liang Hui whispered to himself, "Enter the dream!"

The surroundings began to blur in the next moment.

Then, as if traversing time, he returned to the courtyard where Hong Er practiced his boxing.

This time, Liang Hui didn't merge with Hong Er's body but appeared directly in front of the gate.

Wearing a washed blue robe, with his hair tied back with a grass rope, revealing a slightly youthful face.

"Who are you?"

As Liang Hui appeared, Hong Er shouted sharply, alert.

Without expression, Liang Hui walked quickly towards Hong Er.

With his fists ready, he accelerated and aimed a swift punch at Hong Er's neck.

Bang!

Hong Er crossed his arms to block the punch but kept retreating.

Liang Hui followed, stomping his right foot on the ground and striking Hong Er again.

This punch pushed Hong Er's arms away, and Liang Hui leaned forward, elbowing Hong Er in the chest.

Bang! Crack!

Hong Er flew backward, collapsing on the ground with blood at the corner of his mouth, struggling a few times but couldn't get up.

"Who are you?" He asked hoarsely, but got no response.

Liang Hui just stood still on the stone, carefully reminiscing about the battle.

This was a fierce fight where Liang Hui realized that using his skill "Enter the Dream" to gain combat experience, he could defeat Hong Er in the shortest time.

As Liang Hui finished processing this new experience, the surroundings started to blur again.

When his vision cleared, he was back in front of the cave.

Entering the cave, he saw the skeleton of a brown bear and some smaller animal bones.

These were his food for the past half month. The massive amount of meat, according to his previous appetite, could easily last several months.

But after starting his martial arts cultivation, all the food was gone in half a month.

If martial arts consumed resources like this, he wondered how the warriors would fare.

Lost in thought, Liang Hui took out a large piece of meat from a corner and started grilling it.

At the same time, he took out the 'Green Wolf Fist' manual from his chest and flipped through it.

He had been reading this manual several times a day for the past half month, but this time he wasn't looking at its content.

Instead, he was sensing a very weak aura from the book, an aura so weak that the pre-cultivation Liang Hui couldn't even perceive it.

"It's still lacking," the young man whispered. Even with the help of his skill "Enter the Dream," he couldn't utilize this aura.

But it shouldn't take long. Liang Hui felt that as long as his spirit and body continued to advance, he could try entering the dream.

Liang Hui pondered silently as he grilled and finished eating the meat.

After the meat was cooked and eaten, he resumed his martial arts practice.

He wouldn't dare slack off in this time of peaceful strength-building.

Four days later.

In the cave, Liang Hui sat cross-legged on the withered grass, holding the manual in his hands.

Skill "Enter the Dream."

Activate!

In an instant, the surroundings began to blur.

Stray dogs fighting over food, dead trees, shouts, all passed by, and the last image fixed on an old man sitting on a stone chair, sipping tea.

The old man wore a loose robe embroidered with golden wolves.

Just sitting there motionless, Liang Hui felt a great oppression and endless vigilance rising in his heart.

It seemed that the one sitting on the stone chair wasn't an old man but a giant wolf ready to devour enemies at any moment.

The former leader of the Wild Wolf Gang - Tian Qing.

So it was you, Liang Hui murmured.