Chapter 250: The Sensible Yellow Bean

Leaving the commerce guild and temporarily parting ways with the Five Heroes of Eagle Mountain, Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou returned to the inn. They asked the waiter to buy some good dishes from nearby and deliver them to their respective rooms.

“By the way, no tofu,” Lu Yang reminded the waiter before going upstairs.FiNd updates on n(o)/velbin(.)com

“Nothing beats the comfort of a bed!” Lu Yang exclaimed as he dove onto the cozy bed, wearing a blissful expression.

“Right, sleeping is so comfortable,” agreed Yellow Bean, who had been dead for over 300,000 years. She now spent her days sleeping in the spiritual space, sleeping longer when she was in a good mood and less when she was not.

Fortunately, she was always in a good mood.

The Everlasting Fairy waited for a response from Lu Yang for a long time, but when she finally noticed him, he was already asleep, his mouth slightly open, sleeping deeply.

The days spent in the dense forest had been utterly exhausting. Lu Yang had been constantly on high alert, like a tightly stretched string. Once in a comfortable environment, he completely relaxed.

Meng Jingzhou was in a similar situation, falling asleep as soon as he hit the bed.

He had been pampered since childhood, and his family could get him anything he wanted, even the stars in the sky. He had never suffered like he did in the forest.

“Sir, your food is here,” the waiter lightly knocked on the door.

The Everlasting Fairy, worried about waking Lu Yang, temporarily took over his body to answer the door.

“Shh, keep it down, he’s sleeping,” the Everlasting Fairy said softly, placing her finger to her lips to remind the waiter to lower his voice.

The waiter handed the tray to the Everlasting Fairy and instinctively whispered, “Understood, sir.”

The Everlasting Fairy took the tray, closed the door, placed the food on the table, and returned Lu Yang’s body to the bed, arranging it as before, as if nothing had happened.

“So boring, I’ll sleep too,” the Everlasting Fairy yawned and fell asleep in the spiritual space.

As the waiter reached the staircase, he suddenly remembered the room’s situation from the corner of his eye.

“Wasn’t there only one person in that room? Who’s sleeping?”

An inexplicable chill ran down his spine as if he were being watched. He quickened his pace down the stairs.

“Gods protect me, gods protect me! I’ve done nothing wrong!”

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“So comfortable!”

Lu Yang woke up from the bed.

“Smells delicious.”

He saw the table filled with three meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and a soup, and was very surprised.

He’d lose half his momentum before the fight even started.

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou rented a secluded training ground and began learning the Arhat Fist.

“I won’t bore you with the history of the Arhat Fist; it’s just textbook stuff. You can read up on it when you have time,” Meng Jingzhou said, skipping the introductory part and moving straight to practical teaching.

“The main principles of this technique involve breaking from above to below and vice versa, attacking the right when pointing to the left, feigning movements to deceive. It emphasizes unpredictability, quick changes, and using breath to enhance power, like this.”

Meng Jingzhou stood straight with his chest out, arms naturally hanging down, eyes looking forward. He took a half step to the left with his left foot and moved his palms in an upward and outward arc.

“Ha!”

When Meng Jingzhou demonstrated the technique, he was impressive, like an angry vajra, imposing and dignified, his voice loud, almost resembling the Buddhist Lion’s Roar.

“The sea of suffering is boundless; a turn of the head is the shore!”

“This is the horse stance single whip!”

“This is the kick punch!”

“This is the great roc spreading its claws!”

Meng Jingzhou showcased each move of the Arhat Fist, making Lu Yang’s blood boil.

When he finished a set of moves, perfectly displaying the essence of the Arhat Fist, it seemed as if a true Arhat appeared before Lu Yang, vanquishing demons.

Especially knowing that the Third Elder’s famous technique, the Heaven Shaking Six Forms, was derived from the Arhat Fist, Lu Yang was even more excited.

Perhaps he could also derive other techniques from the Arhat Fist.

“By the way, did the Third Elder ever tell you how he derived the Heaven Shaking Six Forms from the Arhat Fist?” Lu Yang asked, thinking he might gain some insights.

“He did,” Meng Jingzhou recalled. “Master said that when he was young, he traveled to the Golden Buddha Kingdom and met an elder who was proficient in the Arhat Fist, known as the Demon-Subduing Arhat. This elder beat Master like a child.”

“Master was beaten and had to flee to avoid further beatings. In his desperation, he created his own fist technique, the Heaven Shaking Six Forms.”

Lu Yang: “...”

This process of creating a technique was not what he had imagined.

“Did the Third Elder win against the elder?”

“No, the elder was a whole major realm higher than Master.”

(End of the chapter)