The next morning.

Before dawn, Lin Xun was already up and casually practicing the Marching Army Fist in the courtyard. His fist repeatedly whistled through the air and created shock waves.

Although the Marching Army Fist was an art widely known throughout the empire, very few people had mastered it to the extent that Lin Xun had.  

It was just a pity that he still hadn’t reached the perfect realm. 

He had skilfully grasped the essence of the fist art, but he lacked a unique martial arts spirit and style that belonged to him.

Lin Xun knew well that he had to further sharpen his skills through real battles if he wanted to make a breakthrough. Only the flames of combat could temper the spirit of a fist art. 

He practiced for a full hour and only stopped to rinse himself when his blood and qi were roaring and rumbling like boiling water. After eating breakfast with Xia Zhi, he left with a sack. 

He was planning to sell the Explosion Blade that he had made last night.

Xia Zhi was left alone at home. She had no interest in anything in Donglin City except...