52 The Progress: Part 1

Yueyue's story was just a brief interlude.

Lin Sheng could not enter the dream realm temporarily because he had been killed, so he took the time to rest, build up strength, and practice his sword skills every day.

On the surface, he was just an ordinary senior high school student. But in reality, due to the practice of swordsmanship, his physical strength, endurance, and physique were slowly rising.

In the following days, Lin Sheng went out to buy silver powder in various gold and silver stores after school.

Since there was no Taobao there, it was very hard to obtain silver powder. After a long search, he finally found one shop that sold the silver powder, but the price exceeded his expectation.

According to Annie's memory fragments, the ritual required at least nine standard units.

A standard unit referred to a wooden spoon that was unique to Blackfeather City. Each unit consisted of one full scoop. Lin Sheng estimated that nine standard units were at least one kilogram or so...

After he spent thousands of yuan to purchase a kilogram of pure silver powder, Lin Sheng began to walk around farmers' markets, pet markets, and other places in Huaisha.

He needed deer blood. Unfortunately, he searched for two days and found nothing.

Ironfist Club in Blackwater district had taken in a few more students...

And this time, the students were not the poor type. They were actually paying the fees for the classes.

According to Shayeen, Russell's students got into a fight after they learned a few quick moves from him, and they actually won.

Therefore, Madillan took the opportunity to publicize that the club's coach was the real master who won first prize in the swordsmanship championship in Huaisha.

Ordinary people did not understand the level that the swordsmanship championship was on. As soon as they heard that the club's instructor had won first prize, they immediately believed that the club had some real skills, so they joined the classes.

The three new students were also bold young people who were very much into martial arts. They paid the tuition fee immediately after they witnessed Russell's skills.

Ironfist Club, though not very well-known in Blackwater district, had now started to make some money. Provided that the following publicity was good, Ironfist Club would become increasingly popular.

Lin Sheng went to the club again and directed Shayeen to decorate the dojo.

He had experienced the idea of martial arts communication, knowing that martial arts dojos also attached great importance to visual effects. Hence, he required everyone to wear the uniform, and the decorations should also reflect elegance and a refreshing feeling as much as possible

All of that was to unite the members of Ironfist Club and give them a sense of belonging.

Everything at the club improved steadily while Lin Sheng worried about the materials he needed for the ritual.

...

There was nice weather at noon.

The faint fragrance of flowers blew in through the open window accompanied by the shouts of children playing football outside.

Holding a book in his hand, Lin Sheng seemed to be studying seriously, but in fact, he was planning to go to Sleigh Bar at night.

Sleigh Bar, as Russell described it, was quite a special place. The bar did not seem fond of strangers, the venue was hidden in an extremely remote corner of the city.

Red Baboon was an arms dealer, but he was not the only one in the bar.

Russell had gone with his teacher, so perhaps he did not think much of it, but Lin Sheng guessed that anything could happen in such places.

He was not in the China from his past life. Public security in the current society was not very reassuring. Therefore, he had to prepare various plans in advance so that he would not be clueless and make wrong decisions in case of an unexpected situation.

Sitting on the sofa, Lin Sheng actually had a faint feeling of excitement and anticipation. He was just a translator of ancient languages in his previous life, which was extremely far from his life now.

The atmosphere in Sleigh Bar reminded him of something similar: a mercenary bar, the most common type of bar in movies and novels.

*Click.*

Suddenly, the turning of the door's lock interrupted his train of thought.

The door of the guest room slowly opened, and his cousin, who had been staying there for several days came out, looking pale.

She had changed into a pink T-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. Her slender legs and hips were clearly outlined by the skinny jeans.

Seeing Lin Sheng on the sofa, she hesitated before she squeezed out a smile and asked, "Are you studying?"

"Yes. Don't you take naps?" Lin Sheng put down the book and asked casually.

"Can't sleep..." Wang Yue looked worried. "I'll go down and do some shopping. I'll be right back."

She did not want to embarrass herself in front of her cousin and disturb his studies either. She felt that she owed them a lot for her stay there.

Lin Sheng understood her feelings and did not ask too many questions. He just smiled at her and reminded, "Don't forget your key."

"Yeah, okay." Wang Yue hurriedly nodded. She then opened the door and went downstairs to the nearby supermarket.

After the interruption, he was not in the mood to continue reading.

"Well, I should go to the club now." He also wanted to ask Shayeen and the others if there was any way to get fresh deer blood.

He rose and got dress quickly. With his sword case on his back, Lin Sheng changed his shoes and opened the door.

The afternoon class in school was a self-study class, and the teacher did not really care, anyway. So, he did not have to be on time.

Instead of taking the bus, he hailed a taxi, and within 20 minutes, he was at Ironfist Club.

The dojo had been upgraded.

In front of the dojo's gate, two people were placing a stone Star Jasmine bird sculpture for decoration.

In Xilin, the Star Jasmine bird held the same status as the Chinese stone lion. Putting it in front of the gate could protect the building.

Two pitch-black stone birds stood in front of the door, and the dojo was painted white. The hall was grand and spacious, while the floor was covered with black slates in a tiger pattern. A pair of scrolls were hung on the wall behind the front desk, with "tiger" and "dragon" written on them respectively.

Lin Sheng strode in with his hands behind his back.

A tall and thin student at the gate saw him and hurriedly bowed his head to greet him. "Good afternoon, Master Lin!"

"Good afternoon." Lin Sheng nodded slightly and walked into the main hall.

His position in the club was chief martial arts instructor while Russell was the club's chief firearms instructor. So far, the club had only two instructors for all six students.

Arriving at the main entrance, the two girls at the front desk were both beautiful and in good shape, enhancing the club's surface image. After he responded to the girls' greetings, Lin Sheng proceeded to the newly-decorated back area.