As a result, these Malice-Breaking Orbs is a controlled item throughout Farfield City. No free circulation without the Patrol Shaman of Yearning Palace's approval. The Patrol Shaman is the law enforcement for the worshippers. Its function is like the Night Watch. But in their areas, they rank even higher than the government agency, the Night Watch.
At this moment, Stirling, looking at the pile of round beads in his hand, curled his lips up.
[Large Yearning Malice-Breaking Orbs]
Derived from the Small Malice-Breaking Orbs of Yearning Palace. These can banish all kinds of malice. They also hold back those of the God-Worshipping lineage who have malice.
Stirling gazed at the large Yearning bursting orb and felt a sense of satisfaction. He thought that if he met Monk Green again, he would show him the meaning of unlimited firepower. Then, Stirling divided the Bursting Orb into two portions. He buried seven beads under the bricks in his bedroom, along with the Quicksand Map.
Stirling mixed the other three with the two given by the Dojo and carried them with him. If he faced danger while out, these five Blasting Orbs would offer some protection. He didn't dare carry all his bursting orbs because he still needed to go to the dojo for training. If someone found five blasting orbs, he could make some excuses for it. But if they had 12, no one would believe that Stirling could afford them.
By the time he'd finished everything, it was completely dark. Stirling felt worn out. Considering his situation, he still perked up to stand in the outset meditation stance in the room.
After daily stance, Stirling put the water into the medicine barrel, then jumped into it. The mix of cool Aether and the hot potion relaxed his tired body. The blissful pleasure came again. He couldn't help but lean against the barrel and fall into a deep sleep.
The next day, before dawn, the icy water jolted Stirling awake. Gazing out of the window at the sky, Stirling cursed inwardly and rose from the barrel.
Stirling felt a little frustrated, then sighed.
He couldn't control his physical fatigue. Only Superman, with a will as strong as steel, could remain alert in such a complex environment. Before his time travel, Stirling was a bookworm who had spent his days in the ivory tower. Having made it all the way from the desolate Rock Village to this point after his journey was already quite a feat.
But the next moment, Stirling discovered by accident a faint red glow on his chest. This glow was only visible in the dim inner room; in brighter light, it would not be noticeable. Stirling trembled as he touched his chest. Then, he felt the sensation he had longed for at his fingertips. The roughness was tinged with a softness, and with a slight pressure, he rubbed off a thick layer of dead skin.
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Stirling stared at the reddish skin on his chest after the keratin had peeled away. He clenched his fists and muttered,
Yes, once the keratin peeled off, it meant the rhino-skin realm was 90% complete. The last 10% came from stabilizing Aether and blood. This helped polish the new skin, changing its color from pale red to a normal tone. This would signify a successful breakthrough of the skin barrier!
Counting the entire time since Stirling had entered the Kim dojo, it had taken twenty-one days. Today, he completed his transformation. He has now entered the house of the martial arts realm!
Stirling took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, but he could not hide the joy on his face. Only those who have faced life's highs and lows can grasp Stirling's feelings now, like a world of both ice and fire!
Two hours later, Stirling arrived at the dojo as usual. Nothing happened at the dojo today; not even gossip. Everyone worked on their boxing routine. The visit from Pillnar yesterday was behind them.
Joe Mosley was still the center of the group, and the Master, as usual, only visited near noon. Everything was normal; everything was regular.
The only difference was that Stirling was at the back of the courtyard, ready to go into the Bone Forging Realm. Within three days, the Kim dojo would have another Bone Forging samurai! However, this secret was like the causal wind blowing through the corridor; no one knew it, and no one cared about it.
...
Late at night, in the courtyard.
Romeo sat in a chair in the inner room. He gazed at the dim glow of the oil lamp, lost in thought.
After a moment, Romeo asked, "Is the news reliable?"
Across from Romeo sat another person in the chair, shrouded in a black robe, their face obscured.
"No doubt about it. He lied to you, he has martial arts skills, currently at Kim Dojo." The man in the black robe said calmly.
"Oh, this is weird. I just killed one neighbor, and here comes another, even more troublesome one." Romeo shook the tambourine in his hand, seeming a little upset.
"I told you not to kill him. The outer city is already short of people. Once the house becomes vacant, the newcomer will be assigned to it soon." The man in the black robe snorted with a frosty air.
"What can I do? He insisted on visiting me. He saw something he shouldn't have seen. If we don't kill him, we'll be the ones to die!" Romeo smiled sinisterly.
At that moment, he wore a sinister and menacing look, unlike any Stirling had seen before.
"What are you going to do with this boy?" The man in the black robe pouted at the neighboring house.
"Although he's not a samurai, he's still a potential threat. The old man at Kim Dojo is a veteran. Killing the boy might alert him." Romeo tapped his forehead.
"You handle this matter. Things are tense lately, so I won't be here." The black-robed man stood up and prepared to head out of the door.
"Did the Vajra Temple say when they'll act?" Romeo asked.
"That's not your concern. Your duty is to collect the Pathos malice." The black-robed man paused, then spoke.
"Hey, you think I am not aware of what those bald thieves are up to? The Yearning Palace dominates everything here. This behemoth is unbeatable in the Monterey Kingdom." Romeo sneered and said.
Hearing this, the black-robed man turned sharply, stared at Romeo, and spoke word for word: "Do your job well. If we want to carve out a niche in the Monterey Kingdom, please perform well."
With a wave of his sleeve, the black-robed man strode out of the courtyard. It was curfew, and Farfield City was hushed. The figure in black left the courtyard, crouched down, and jumped onto the roof of the next courtyard. With a few leaps, he vanished into the night.
Inside the house, Romeo toyed with his small tambourine. His eyes flickered like will-o'-the-wisps in the dark.