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A month later, a Lesser Ape stared at the Human Child before it, deciding that it would finish this fight and then leave. Although it was a Demon Beast, the instinct to avoid danger was strong within it. The Human Child in front of it felt like a threat—one that could kill it. A month ago, this Human Child had intruded into its territory and had been chased down and taught a harsh lesson. If the child hadn't run so fast, it would have made him pay dearly for trespassing. However, since then, the child had come almost every day. Initially, he was chased and beaten, but gradually they became evenly matched. Now, the Lesser Ape felt like it was the one being hunted, and today might very well be its last.
Looking at the meat hanging throughout the forest, Old Lu's face twitched. This little brat had quite the talent for begging; although he himself came from humble beginnings, he felt less like a beggar compared to the child. According to the child, if the meat was dried and then roasted over charcoal, it could be turned into something called jerky—easy to store and carry, and perfect for eating on the go. As for the Beast Skins, they were salted, dried, and stacked together. In his words, these could fetch a good price outside, along with various herbs. Right now, that little brat was squatting by the creek, processing Beast Skins to make himself a set of clothes.
"Mo, how has your training been lately?" Old Lu asked while munching on jerky by the fire pit, glancing at Mo Wen who was roasting more jerky.
"Not so well. I feel like I'm still far from mastering the Refining Qi Realm. I've been trying hard, but I just can't reach perfection," Mo Wen replied.
"Slow and steady wins the race; there must be balance," Old Lu said as he chewed on his jerky and sipped his wine.
After pondering Old Lu's words about balance all night, Mo Wen found them reasonable. He realized that his eagerness for speed might hinder his progress in cultivation. When he woke up in the morning, he decided to adjust his mindset. Recently, he had been too focused on improving his strength and too impatient for results. Trying to relax himself, he took a deep breath: "Calm your heart and mind; remain unperturbed amidst change. Free from delusions and anger; free from desires and needs. Let go of attachments; act without self." While contemplating Old Lu's words, he began to move his hands and executed a set of seemingly soft punches.
As he exhaled and retracted his fists, he noticed that Old Lu was watching him from a distance.
"Old Lu, good morning."
"Mo! Tell me where you learned that set of punches!" Old Lu rushed over with an expression of astonishment.
"Old Lu, what's wrong? Is there an issue?" Mo Wen asked.
"…No problem! No! There is a problem! I mean your punches… they have issues…" Old Lu stammered as if he had discovered a delicious dish.
"I can't recall what this punch technique is called right now, but it seems like I already knew it," Mo Wen replied casually.
"You already knew it! The Old Man doesn't believe you!" Old Lu shook his head vigorously at Mo Wen.
"What? Want to learn? I can teach you!" Mo Wen puffed out his chest proudly.
Old Lu's eyes sparkled with interest as he nodded eagerly but then suddenly realized something was off. He put on a stern face and said, "Hey! You brat! The Old Man has taught you so much; don't you think you should give something back? Like sharing this punch technique with me—that's called fair trade, understand? And how about sharing your secret recipe for roasting meat too? That way I can teach you even more valuable things in the future." In truth, Old Lu was more interested in the secret recipe than the punch technique itself.
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