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"Drink!" A high-speed figure lunged forward with a wild, primal force towards the beautiful girl in the Miko Outfit.
The frenzied speed created a piercing sound that sliced through the air.
The girl, who seemed out of place in this dimension, faced the beast-like figure with a calm expression. She naturally swung her sword sheath to block the attack.
Though her defensive move appeared casual, the ground beneath her feet cracked unnaturally, revealing a terrifying sight.
After the collision, a gust of air burst forth from their clash, scattering fallen leaves across the nearby ground.
When the attacker missed, the beast-like figure quickly rebounded using the force of the block, landing on all fours and leveraging his hands to reduce his sliding distance.
"Huff, huff." At that moment, Yang Xiaoyou seemed to undergo a fundamental change in demeanor, resembling a bloodthirsty beast. Even in the heat of summer, white mist escaped from his mouth and nose.
The most noticeable change was in his ruby-like eyes, which now held an eerie glint.
"Roar!" With a fierce shout, the beastly Yang Xiaoyou charged once more at the seemingly fragile girl.
Half an hour later...
"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" One of Yang Xiaoyou's hands was being pinched by Feng Lin as he lay pressed against the ground, whining in pain.
"Recovered?" Feng Lin asked in a flat tone.
"I suppose so. But this time it’s even worse than last time. I think it's due to all that pent-up energy I've been suppressing for too long," Yang Xiaoyou replied with a hint of resignation after Feng Lin released him.
Last time, when he had gone to vent his frustrations in the suburbs with Yongxing, he still retained a significant amount of rationality. However, during this past month, occasional bursts of impulsiveness and boiling blood had been forcefully suppressed by his strong mental control. This sudden eruption was intense; he felt as if he had transformed entirely into a beast.
Fortunately, the last shred of rationality led me to Feng Lin.
In my memory, such a period caused by excessive nutrient accumulation could never reach this level. Although during such explosive moments, it seemed to directly release the energy accumulated within the body in a short time, resulting in an enhancement of physical qualities beyond the Limit Release.
However, that state of losing rationality was quite troublesome. In today's society, being physically strong does not necessarily mean being powerful. If I had been in this state back in the suburbs, I might have charged forward with bullets flying.
"Your body is quite strange." After quickly helping Yang Xiaoyou relieve his muscle fatigue with some massage, Feng Lin said calmly.
She had helped Yang Xiaoyou with a massage once in Kapa City and was well aware of his physical condition. Yet, in just over three months, Yang Xiaoyou's body had undergone such a drastic change that Feng Lin's personality would compel her to address this issue, highlighting its impact.
Feng Lin herself had reached her current level through rigorous training, various herbal remedies under her grandfather's careful guidance, and her own terrifying abilities that surpassed human limits.
Although Yang Xiaoyou still had a considerable gap compared to her, the speed of his progress over these three months was enough to surprise Feng Lin.
"Sigh, it's hard to explain. Indeed, it's better to let things flow than to block them; the more you try to suppress it, the more headaches it causes later." Yang Xiaoyou felt somewhat helpless at this moment.
He initially wanted to take a trip to Europe during this time, but due to Mo Wenfu's involvement there, things had become chaotic. He figured there wouldn't be much for him to do if he went over; it would be better to save some opportunities for when larger conflicts accumulated later on.
As it turned out, the tensions between Hive Security Company and other forces in Europe hadn't reached a critical point yet, while Yang Xiaoyou himself had already hit that threshold.
"Should I reduce my food intake?" Yang Xiaoyou thought bitterly to himself. The essence of this boiling phenomenon was undoubtedly due to the excess nutrients stored within him and the lingering effects of the virus and antibodies on his character.
If he really reduced his food intake, he could confidently extend this accumulation period significantly due to his high control over his body. However, there was no doubt that if nutrition fell short, his rate of improvement would decrease considerably.
"Kid, just now your killing intent was too heavy. If you don't control it in time, you might end up following the old path of our ancestors." At that moment, a voice that was aged yet full of vitality came from the shrine.
Then a middle-aged man who appeared to be only in his thirties or forties but already had graying temples stepped out. Upon seeing Yang Xiaoyou, his pupils slightly constricted. He was Feng Ji, the current head of Monsoon Shrine and also Feng Lin's grandfather.
Although he now looked like a middle-aged man in his forties, resembling more of a father than a grandfather, he was already over seventy years old.
This old man possessed immense combat strength, something Yang Xiaoyou firmly believed. Unfortunately, due to his age, he could no longer act freely and had to conserve his energy as much as possible to prolong both his fighting period and his life.
Feng Lin's father was frail and sickly, originally expected to die young. It was only through rigorous training that he managed to survive until thirty. After giving birth to Feng Lin, he fell ill and passed away many years ago. Her skills were taught directly by her grandfather.
As for the ancestors mentioned by Feng Ji, Yang Xiaoyou recalled learning about them from him. Their ancestor was once a legendary swordsman from Japan who traveled across the Chinese Empire seeking breakthroughs and challenges.
Due to his formidable strength, he was nearly invincible, with countless swordsmen falling at his hands. However, his excessive killing eventually drew the attention of a hermit swordsman who intervened, stating, "Your killing intent is too heavy; it is out of place."
After that eight-character evaluation, with just one strike, the hermit severed the tendons in his right hand. The ancestor of the Feng Family, who had once been obsessed with swords, nearly took his own life on the spot until the hermit left him with a parting remark.
"Pick up your sword again, and you may fight me." After saying this, the hermit departed gracefully.
From that moment on, the ancestor of the Feng Family took the hermit's words to heart. He established the Monsoon Shrine and studied various health practices from the Chinese Empire to temper his killing intent. Ultimately, in his lifetime, he picked up the sword again with his left hand.
Without a doubt, in Feng Ji's eyes, the promising fellow before him was treading down the same path as his ancestors. While it might lead to a temporary surge in power due to heavy killing intent, it would likely prevent him from reaching certain heights in the future.
Yang Xiaoyou noticed that Feng Ji recognized his combat strength but wasn't overly concerned. After all, Feng Ji himself was an exceptionally strong fighter. Even if he didn't know about Yang Xiaoyou's other identity, it didn't matter; given Yang Xiaoyou's current abilities, they wouldn't shock him too much. At least he didn't know that Yang Xiaoyou had only started engaging in this field three months ago; he was aware of Yang Xiaoyou's strength from memory and had never leaked that information.
"Do you have any good methods for me?" Yang Xiaoyou asked earnestly. However, having learned about the history of the Feng Family, he had a rough idea of what Feng Ji meant.
"Lin'er possesses talents surpassing those of our ancestors," Feng Ji explained with a hint of mystery in his smile. "Her achievements are closely related to her character. You have two options to resolve your current situation: One is to find opportunities to vent your feelings regularly. However, this approach only addresses symptoms rather than root causes; as you vent more often, your killing intent will intensify.
The second option is to learn how to cultivate your energy and nurture your killing intent without letting it affect you. You should practice self-regulation daily."
Hearing this, Yang Xiaoyou fell into deep thought. Such choices did not exist in his past life because he had been immersed in survival and slaughter; there was no opportunity for him to vent or mitigate his internal killing intent. Strengthening that killing intent was indeed an option available to him.
However, the environment he found himself in had completely changed, and as a result, the path he had chosen seemed to require alteration. Previously, he had opted for the route of Luo Guohui, but now it appeared that leaning towards Feng Lin's approach would be more beneficial.
"As for the Aspects, you should consult Lin'er. If she is willing to teach you, then so be it. Alas, it's a pity she was born in the wrong era; otherwise..." After finishing his sentence, Feng Ji shook his head and entered the shrine.
It seemed that he could not personally teach Yang Xiaoyou anything, after all, this was something passed down through generations.
Well, in Yang Xiaoyou's memory, this old man had treated him much better than he did now.
After shaking off some strange thoughts, Yang Xiaoyou tentatively asked Feng Lin, who was kneeling and lost in thought beside him, "Um..."
"Sure," Feng Lin replied calmly to Yang Xiaoyou's request without any hesitation.
At this moment, Yang Xiaoyou felt a sense of relief. In his memories, he had tailored a set of physical training methods for himself. While most of them could still be utilized now, due to changes in the environment, certain areas needed adjustments and modifications.
"Nurturing Qi, huh? My previous lifestyle already aligned well with this principle of nurturing Qi. I used to suppress it intentionally in my daily life, but now if I allow myself to control and cultivate it, it shouldn't affect my routine at all. In fact, it might even feel more natural. Although I may not learn it immediately, sustaining it until changes appear in Europe shouldn't be a problem." At this point, Yang Xiaoyou relaxed and leaned against Feng Lin.
Looking at the girl beside him who seemed otherworldly and did not belong to this dimension, with her eyes as clear as a tranquil lake, Yang Xiaoyou wondered whether her character shaped her swordsmanship or if her swordsmanship forged her character.
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