Chapter 103: The Seven Scriptures

After the upheaval in the northern part of the city at the beginning of the month, half a hurried month passed. The Shen family in the north suffered losses again, but they held the front line steady, learned from their mistakes, and prepared to retaliate next month. For now, things settled into a temporary calm.

Zhuang Jin, stationed outside the city near the medicinal herb fields, experienced no particular incidents. He devoted himself to cultivation, having completed about ninety percent of the Six Meridian realm. Occasionally, he would rest briefly, admiring flowers and appreciating paintings with Chen Yun, their relationship gradually deepening. From time to time, Miao Lun would drop by for a drink, engaging in casual conversation and watching the shifting tides of fate... Life was quite pleasant.

Oh, right—his main duty was guarding the herb fields. The Lotus Blossom Herb fields indeed saw a higher frequency of exotic beasts, but these were mostly entry-level or intermediate creatures of the Mo Skin realm. His two squads could handle them easily. Only two or three times did they encounter advanced Mo Skin beasts, requiring Zhuang Jin’s intervention, which was more like providing a favor.

Until October seventeenth, when a fully realized Mo Skin beast appeared—a Steel-Skin Boar.

This creature was pitch black all over, with a pair of foot-long tusks. When its mysterious power flared, each strand of its black bristles stood erect, sharp as iron needles.

A fully realized Mo Skin beast was equivalent to a Six Meridian martial artist. The Steel-Skin Boar was a massive, fierce beast weighing several hundred pounds, with incredibly tough skin and flesh, ranking among the strongest of Mo Skin beasts.

When Zhuang Jin engaged it, he found the boar surpassed even a Six Meridian martial artist. Despite his mastery of the Black Sha Palm at its peak, he could not bring it down.

“What a beast!” Zhuang Jin felt like an eagle faced with a hedgehog, utterly unsure how to strike. Those strands of bristles shimmering with power were like iron needles—he absolutely did not want to touch them directly. The Black Sha Palm’s effective range was six inches, and after subtracting the length of the bristles, his strikes penetrated only the skin and flesh, never reaching the core.

Instead, the boar, feeling the pain, charged wildly. Its hundreds of pounds pounding the soft earth shook the ground like an earthquake, forcing him to evade continuously.

“Don’t panic, Brother Zhuang, I’m coming to help!” Miao Lun, hearing the commotion from the herb fields, rushed over to assist.

The two men attacked from front and rear—one targeting the head and throat, the other covertly aiming for the groin. At last, they made the Steel-Skin Boar wary, suppressing its ferocity.

However, such a struggle was not resolved quickly.

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