Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1095 The Meaning of Immortality

In less than half an hour, Yan Jin could not withstand the onslaught and, after enduring several kicks from Lin Feng, finally climbed ashore.

The two then fought their way from underwater to the shore.

By this time, the two had been fighting each other for more than two hours, and the sky was beginning to lighten.

Yan Jin could only defend himself and take hits, unable to retaliate.

Of course, he gritted his teeth and resisted, but even when he had a chance to fight back, he gave it up.

Even if the blows hit Lin Feng, he would be completely unharmed, and it wouldn't affect the speed of his punches and kicks in the slightest.

Yan Jin was betting that Lin Feng was also at his limit, and that defense would be less strenuous than offense, even though he would take a lot of hits.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and seeing that Lin Feng remained unchanged, Yan Jin could no longer hold on. He was exhausted both physically and mentally. Seeing that Lin Feng was still acting crazy, he had no choice but to shout loudly.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

Lin Feng was indeed exhausted at this point. Hearing Yan Jin's shout, he took the opportunity to stop his punches and kicks and immediately collapsed to the ground.

Although his muscles and bones were sore and he was completely exhausted, his spirit was very strong, and his eyes seemed to be shining.

He stared intently at Yan Jin, but his thoughts had already turned to his own body.

After being tempered, his true energy became much purer, and the sticky feeling on his body was the result of expelling a layer of garbage-like impurities.

The flow of vital energy is smooth and pleasant, and the meridians become stronger and wider.

This beating was undoubtedly much more effective than a year of secluded cultivation.

Even without his master's instruction, Lin Feng could sense that he was about to break free from his cocoon and become a butterfly, and perhaps in the next moment, he would be able to break through to a higher realm.

Yan Jin also saw through the scheme. This kid was using him to hone his skills, and he was really suffering the consequences of being taken advantage of.

The two slumped onto the ground, panting heavily. It took them a long time to recover, their bodies aching and sore, and they were unable to get up for a while.

Moreover, it was already broad daylight when the two started fighting, attracting many men from the docks to watch.

A dozen or so burly men in short brown robes surrounded the area, offering their opinions and criticisms.

They were members of the dockworkers' gang and often fought. They saw that Lin Feng and his companion's fighting skills were not as advanced as theirs.

It was just a barrage of contempt.

"Sigh, Su Laoliu, this guy's punches and kicks aren't very strong either."

"Hmm, my legs and arms are weak, and there's no force when I hit you. No good, no good."

"Zhang Laosan, what kind of boxing are they doing?"

"Pah! That's just wild, unorthodox punching; it has no method whatsoever."

"Exactly, it's not as satisfying as biting with your teeth."

"Wang Laowu, go and call the mute over. He's the most capable person here."

"That's right, that mute guy could take on ten of them by himself..."

The men around him were talking amongst themselves, but Lin Feng, who was in the circle, didn't bother with them, while Yan Jin was only concerned with Lin Feng's condition.

After they stopped, wisdom returned to his mind, and he finally realized Lin Feng's extraordinary nature.

He was an inner disciple of one of the top-ranking hidden sects, and a second-generation disciple at that. To put it simply...

His meticulous, all-out punch can shatter stone and split monuments, and can even cut a mortal martial artist in two.

Lin Feng was punched and kicked several times by him.

He hadn't counted them, but they must have been at least several hundred or even over a thousand.

But now, looking at this kid, his eyes are shining. What kind of kung fu is he practicing?

It seems like you've made great progress.

Based on his rigorous experience, Lin Feng's various behaviors are characteristics that indicate he is about to advance.

Yan Jin racked his brains trying to recall the characteristics of the techniques from all the hidden sects, but he just couldn't remember which sect or school had this particular technique.

"You, you really are a rogue cultivator?"

Lin Feng smiled wryly and said, "Which sect do you think has this kind of fighting style?"

"Indeed, this can be considered exceptionally talented, a genius, young man."

Yan Jin couldn't help but look at Lin Feng with new respect, completely forgetting his own mission.

"Getting beaten up is also a sign of genius?"

"Otherwise, don't you feel that the internal energy in your body is flowing much more smoothly?"

"It really is very enjoyable."

"Alas, fate is cruel, fate is cruel. Young man, you are truly a genius."

Yan Jin sighed with emotion, recalling that he too had been nurtured as a genius and surrounded by countless accolades.

However, compared to Lin Feng now, he is still far behind.

This wandering martial arts cultivator somehow acquired some trashy cultivation technique and managed to cultivate it to this state. If he had a proper cultivation technique, he would be unstoppable.

Lin Feng waved his hand: "What genius? He's always getting beaten up. He's just lucky to be alive, otherwise he would have died long ago."

He remembered Tsuruta Gen and used Lin Feng as a punching bag, kicking and hitting him repeatedly, almost beating him to death.

"Otherwise, otherwise..."

Yan Jin shook his head vigorously.

"If you can join a proper sect, given time, you will naturally soar to great heights and your achievements will be limitless."

Lin Feng wasn't particularly interested in which sect to join, but seeing Yan Jin's serious expression, he offered a reminder.

"Hey, Senior Brother Yan, are you still going to do your task or not?"

Yan Jin was eager to win over Lin Feng, and he genuinely admired his talent, believing that bringing Lin Feng into the Zhengyi Sect would be a great opportunity for the sect to flourish.

Unexpectedly, Lin Feng's words jolted him awake, and he was immediately stunned.

Yes, I came here to fulfill a vow, so why did I take a detour?

He looked at Lin Feng, then thought about Duan Jingqiu. He had been very puzzled when he received the token from the Duan family. Why would their own people kill their own family?

Since they didn't say anything, he couldn't very well ask. It was agreed back then that the token would serve as proof, and there was no need to say anything else.

Yan Jin hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked Lin Feng.

"Young brother, if you can join my Zhengyi sect, I might be willing to give up on this matter. What do you think?"

Disciples of reclusive sects are extremely rare; in such a vast world, there are very few who can meet the entry requirements.

These harsh conditions caused the various sects to gradually decline and eventually fall into obscurity.

Some sects have already gritted their teeth and relaxed their requirements, but this has resulted in a mixed bag of good and bad members, wasting a lot of effort.

Lin Feng was surprised. This meticulous and seemingly upright person was willing to go down the mountain to kill someone in order to fulfill a long-cherished wish. He must be a rigid and meticulous person.

Yet he actually abandoned his principles for Lin Feng's sake, which shows how alluring a talented person can be to a reclusive sect.

"Ahem, Senior Brother Yan, I'd like to ask, what is the purpose of your cultivation?"

Yan Jin nodded: "Yes, that's a good question. We strive and cultivate diligently behind closed doors, all for the sake of achieving immortality and seeking the true meaning of the Great Dao."

Lin Feng shook his head, puzzled: "If the goal is immortality, and one only focuses on seclusion and arduous cultivation, then what is the point of immortality?"

What do you mean by that?

"In this life, people seek wealth, glory, happiness, and contentment. Although life is short, even with some regrets, there is not much suffering. But for cultivators like you, you spend your entire lives suffering and hardship. Even if you achieve immortality, you will not find joy. What is the point?"

Yan Jin smiled and shook his head: "Young brother, you are mistaken. If one can live forever, one will naturally feel joy and satisfaction. One must endure hardship to rise above others. Even if one spends one's whole life, if one can achieve one's goals, that is a happy life. Why would one have regrets or remorse?"

"But you seek immortality and want to be superior to others, so do you disregard the suffering of the world and let them live in misery?"

Lin Feng still couldn't agree with their way of thinking.