I Grind to Martial Saint

Host: Han Yuan

Innate Great Demon Skill: Third Layer (65/1200)

Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill: Uninitiated (1/300)

Black Whale Oversea Skill: Perfection (Transformed Whale)

Giant Spirit Monument-Opening Hand: Perfection (Infinite Strength)

Seven StarsStep: Perfection (Star Shifting)

Han Yuan glanced at the values on his Skill Proficiency Panel. He saw that the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill, just like the Innate Great Demon Skill, required three hundred proficiency points to become initiated.

After all, both were Innate Level Martial Arts.

The only difference was that the Innate Great Demon Skill was a Heart Method, while the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill was a Hard Skill.

Han Yuan swallowed an Elixir Pill. After stabilizing the qi and blood in his body, he once again began his Cultivation of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill.

He wanted to become initiated in this martial art as soon as possible to see just how much it would improve his physique.

...

SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH~~

Cold raindrops splattered across Zhang Cang’s face, jolting him awake.

”Where am I?”

Zhang Cang opened his eyes in a daze.

He stood up and looked around. A watery haze filled the air, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Only the silhouette of a building was visible ahead.

Zhang Cang walked toward it curiously and found it was a Daoist Temple.

The Daoist Temple seemed ancient, exuding an air of decay and ruin from every corner.

A torrential downpour fell from the sky, making the temple appear even more hazy and giving him a strange, unreal feeling.

”Wind and Thunder Temple?”

Zhang Cang stared at the Daoist Temple, his brow slightly furrowed.

He had never heard of a temple with this name.

’And... I still haven’t figured out why I’m here.’

SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH~~

Just then, the rain grew heavier.

The rain beat down furiously on Zhang Cang, and his body temperature began to drop rapidly.

Zhang Cang was skilled in medicine himself, so he naturally knew that if he remained in the rain like this, his body would soon grow stiff from the cold, and he would die of hypothermia.

He looked at the dark, decaying Wind and Thunder Temple before him and could only brace himself and push open the gate.

CREAK~~

When his hand touched the temple’s wooden gate, it felt slick and swollen, as if it had been soaking in water for a very long time.

Zhang Cang didn’t have time to worry about it. He pushed the gate open with force and stepped into the Daoist Temple.

The temple was square-shaped. Past the entrance was a courtyard, flanked by side halls, with a main hall directly ahead.

Zhang Cang dashed through the rain and into the main hall.

The weather was already gloomy, and the main hall was even more dim and dark, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Zhang Cang assumed it was just an abandoned temple and didn’t think much of it. He was about to look for some firewood to warm himself.

SOB SOB~~

Just then, he heard a miserable sobbing sound coming from within the dark hall.

’Is there someone else in this hall?’

Zhang Cang froze.

Given his personality, he couldn’t just ignore the sound of crying.

But then something strange happened. He searched the entire dark hall but couldn’t find the source of the sobbing.

And the sound had also mysteriously vanished.

For some reason... a chill rose in Zhang Cang’s heart.

’No... I’m afraid there’s something unclean in this hall.’

Zhang Cang didn’t dare stay any longer. He turned and was about to step out of the hall.

His foot was already crossing the threshold, just about to land, when it suddenly froze in mid-air as if an acupoint had been struck.

Zhang Cang’s expression grew inexplicably tense.

Outside the temple, a woman in a white dress had appeared at some unknown time.

The woman was standing in the downpour, her hair completely soaked.

Yet she seemed not to care at all, her two eyes fixed solely on Zhang Cang.

Zhang Cang’s scalp tingled with fear.

He could see that the woman’s eyes were filled with a thick, venomous resentment, and they were constantly streaming bloody tears.

’If I step out... I will die.’

He didn’t know why.

This strange thought had just popped into his head.

He pulled his foot back and quickly shut the main hall’s wooden doors.

After doing all this, Zhang Cang was utterly exhausted.

But when he turned around, his eyes suddenly bulged wide.

The strange woman with the pale face, bloody tears, and body dripping with rainwater had appeared behind him at some unknown moment.

!!!!!

Zhang Cang shot up in bed, awake.

’Was I having a nightmare...?’

His heart was still pounding, and his eyes were filled with lingering terror.

That dream had been far too real.

Besides, ever since he began his path of cultivation, his mind had been calm and detached. He rarely even dreamed, let alone had nightmares.

This sudden nightmare left him completely baffled.

’There must be a reason for a sudden dream.’

’Wind and Thunder Temple...’

Zhang Cang recalled the name of the Daoist Temple.

He felt that perhaps he would find the reason once he found the temple.

「The next day.」

At the Lingcang Medical Hall, no one had come in due to the heavy rain. Zhang Cang was packing a few things, preparing to go out.

Just then, Huang Xian’Er walked in, holding an umbrella.

Lately, she had been coming over whenever she was free to guide Zhang Cang in his Swordsmanship training.

After so many visits, they had grown familiar with each other.

”What’s this? You’re going out?”

Huang Xian’Er looked at Zhang Cang’s preparations with a puzzled expression.

”Yes... no sword practice today. I need to go out for a bit.”

”By the way, you grew up in Cangshui County Town. Have you ever heard of a place called Wind and Thunder Temple?”

Zhang Cang asked.

”Wind and Thunder Temple?”

”Never heard of it.”

”Why are you suddenly asking about this?”

Huang Xian’Er asked, finding it a bit odd.

”I want to find this place...”

”Because I had a dream last night...”

Zhang Cang recounted the nightmare he had the previous night.

After listening, Huang Xian’Er asked in astonishment, ”So you think this Wind and Thunder Temple actually exists?”

”Yes... I’m certain I’ve never been to the Wind and Thunder Temple.”

”For it to suddenly appear in my dream, there must be a reason. I want to find out what it is.”

Zhang Cang said seriously.

Huang Xian’Er stared at Zhang Cang for a long moment, then took out a white jade pendant.

”This is a White Spirit Jade Pendant. It’s very sensitive to evil qi.”

”If you’ve come into contact with Evil Spirits, this Jade Pendant will react.”

Huang Xian’Er explained.

As a Demon Exterminator, she naturally had her methods.

”You suspect I’ve been possessed?” Zhang Cang understood Huang Xian’Er’s meaning.

”Yes... it sounds a bit like it.”

”Less nonsense. Hold this.”

Huang Xian’Er said coldly.

Zhang Cang knew she meant well, so he took the Jade Pendant and placed it in his palm.

There was no reaction at all.

’Not possessed...’ The result left Huang Xian’Er’s eyes wide with shock.

”It seems my dream... is even stranger than being possessed.”

Zhang Cang shook his head and returned the White Spirit Jade Pendant to Huang Xian’Er.

Afterward, he closed up the medical hall, planning to go and ask around the neighborhood.

Unexpectedly, Huang Xian’Er followed him with her umbrella.

”Miss Huang... what are you doing?” Zhang Cang hadn’t expected Huang Xian’Er to follow, and he looked at her with surprise.

”If you want to ask for information, why didn’t you just ask me?”

”I am the young miss of the Huang Family, after all, and also a Demon Exterminator for the Observatory.”

”Come on, I’ll take you somewhere.”

Huang Xian’Er tossed out the sentence and walked ahead of Zhang Cang.

Having spent so much time together recently, Zhang Cang had grown accustomed to Huang Xian’Er’s sharp tongue but soft heart. He smiled and followed behind her.

After all, there was no way he could gather information faster than the young miss of the Huang Family.