"What's your name? What sect are you from?" The red-clothed woman looked at Lin Ming, who was covered in sweat, her beautiful eyes flashing with an uncalm heart.

  The young man before him did not fear the pressure brought by the Vermilion Bird bloodline in his body, and could even subtly intimidate the Thunderous Python's source consciousness, he was no ordinary person.

  Perhaps his physique, bloodline or soul has something special about it, possibly from a mysterious family.

  When the other party asked about his name and sect, Lin Ming hesitated for a moment, just as he was about to report the fake name "Mulin", the red-clothed woman said: "If it's not convenient to say, then don't say it."

  Although Lin Ming's hesitation in his eyes was not very obvious, it was still discovered by the red-clothed woman. If it were some secret martial arts families with special bloodlines, they might not be willing to reveal their identities.

  "Earlier I saw you climb up to the snowy area of Leiting Mountain all by yourself, didn't you?" The red-clothed woman asked casually.

  "Hmm, I've said it before, I'm a Thunder-style warrior, so my resistance to thunder power is very strong. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to get this far." Lin Ming wiped the sweat from his face and smiled self-deprecatingly.

  "Oh." The red-clothed woman responded casually, but was slightly startled in her heart. The Thunder Lizard wasn't just limited to electric attacks; its body was also a powerful weapon.

  Even if he's immune to thunder and lightning, the cultivation of a mere Bone Forging stage wouldn't allow him to set foot in the Snow Mountain region. This means that this young man is likely to have strength far surpassing that of his peers.

  Reaching the peak of Bone Forging at less than sixteen years old, this achievement is nothing for the geniuses from large sects and aristocratic families. However, if one can reach the peak of Bone Forging while possessing strength that far surpasses their peers, then it would be astonishing.

  This is a genius. Even if placed on Shenfeng Island, it's not too much.

  Two people fell into a brief silence, Lin Ming sat on the ground, operating the Chaotic True Primordial Art to suppress the violent Thunder Force in his body. This Thunder Spirit was indeed not easy to absorb, let alone it contained the source consciousness of the Thunder Python, otherwise it would not have been impossible for even the red-clothed woman herself to do anything about it.

  The true yuan circulated in a circle, and Lin Ming quickly entered the state of Empty Spirit Wuyi. The true yuan in his body had left Lin Ming's conscious control. A perfect route was automatically operating, his physical strength was rapidly recovering, and the originally violent Thunder Force was also subdued by the Evil God Seed.

  The red-clothed woman was originally going to sit and adjust her breath, suppressing the Lei Ling in her body, but when she saw Lin Ming cultivating, her gaze couldn't move away.

  Martial arts?

  She carefully observed for a good half incense stick, making sure she wasn't mistaken. This young man had grasped his own martial intent!

  This made the red-clothed woman let out a light breath of cool air, originally thinking that he was just an ordinary young man from the secular world, but time and again, he gave her surprises, first by suppressing the original consciousness of the Thunder Python, then by his astonishing age and strength contrast, and finally by his comprehension of martial intent!

  It's worth noting that the red-clothed woman had cultivated to the extreme of the Pre-Heavenly stage, with half a foot already in the Xuan Dan realm. At her level, there were few things that could surprise her, and even some geniuses from large sects could only make her nod slightly. However, now she encountered an ordinary young man from the secular world who looked harmless but had so many astonishing aspects to him.

  The concept of martial intent is extremely rare, perhaps only one in tens of thousands of martial artists possess it. It's truly precious. On the other hand, innate talent for martial arts can be cultivated through human effort.

  Parents are all geniuses, and the children born to them are mostly geniuses. After thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years of development and accumulation, countless talents have gone through layers of screening, with the strong enjoying more resources and the weak being ruthlessly eliminated. The remaining figures are all elites among elites, and naturally, the children of these elites are also elites.

  They were born with incredible talent. They grew up eating spiritual elixirs and medicines, using True Origin Stones as if they were free, learning the best techniques, and having the best masters. People like this are destined to reach the Pre-Heaven realm, while ordinary people in the secular world can't even touch their toes no matter how hard they try for a lifetime. This is all decided by the difference in starting points.

  However, no matter how talented these young men from the great sects are, and no matter that they broke through the Tempering Marrow stage and the Condensing Pulse stage at the age of fifteen or sixteen, they still can't comprehend the intent of martial arts. This thing is something that can be encountered but not sought after.

  The martial intent is related to the mind of the martial way. The stronger the mind of the martial way, the greater the chance of understanding the martial intent. However, for most prodigies from renowned sects, their lives are smooth sailing, with a clear path laid out by their parents from an early age, making it unlikely for them to develop a strong mind of the martial way.

  Those who have experienced hardships and difficulties in life, with a bumpy road ahead, mostly come from a resource-scarce background, and even their innate talents are not impressive. Even at the age of twenty or so, they still can't break through the Condensation Period. For this kind of person, even if they happen to comprehend the martial intent, it's not particularly intimidating.

  But this young man in front of him is incredibly strong and has grasped a kind of martial intent, he's simply a freak.

  Unconsciously, the red-clothed woman was filled with curiosity towards the young man in front of her.

  There's something too unusual about this young man, what is he?

  A moment's time slipped away quietly, and with the help of Ling Wu's spiritual power, Lin Ming quickly suppressed the turbulent Thunder Force in his body. He stood up and said, "We can go now. If I'm not mistaken, there is a hidden cave not far ahead. Let's go there. The ferocious beasts of the Southern Wilderness Forest will be out at night, and we won't even be able to rest well."

  Because the Thunder Force in her body was absorbed by Lin Ming, the red-clothed woman's condition improved a bit. She took out several spiritual pills and fed them to Zhu Que, and then she and the beast followed Lin Ming forward.

  "By the way, is Lei Jiao dead?" Lin Ming suddenly remembered this and asked.

  "It's not dead, but it's more seriously injured than I am. Its offspring are almost all gone." The woman in red said casually.

  "Ah..." Lin Ming let out a light breath, thinking to himself that it was good he had run quickly, otherwise staying on the mountain peak would have likely gotten him caught up in the aftermath of the battle and killed. He didn't think his defensive abilities were better than those of the Violet Thunderlizard.

  "If we don't die, let's be more careful." Lin Ming said, letting the red-clothed woman walk ahead while he followed behind, erasing the flame marks left by Zhu Que. If these marks weren't handled, they would be too obvious.

  The woman in red watched Lin Ming do all this, slightly stunned. As for cultivation, she was far superior to Lin Ming, but in terms of experience and survival skills in the forest, she was not as good as Lin Ming. She usually flew in the sky, when did she ever walk through the forest?

  All the way, Lin Ming was clearing up the traces while he easily caught a green-eyed rabbit. Since going up to Lei Feng Mountain, for several days in a row, he had only been eating dry rations and water from the Xumi Seal, his mouth was already tasteless.

  The two soon arrived at the cave Lin Ming had mentioned. The inside of the cave was extremely damp, so Lin Ming started a fire and found some dry grass to lay down before saying to the woman in red, "I'm afraid I've put you out."

  Then, he took out a dagger and stripped the beast skin of the green-eyed leopard. He moved his hands swiftly, seemingly slashing randomly on the leopard's body in a disorderly manner. However, after a few breaths, Lin Ming reached out to grab and pull, and from the leopard's body, he pulled out more than ten white tendons.

  The woman in red saw her eyelids jump, apparently Lin Ming's previous knife was not a random slash, but to remove the white tendons on the body of the green-eyed wolf, those white tendons were intertwined with each other, some connected like a net, wanting to remove them must be an extremely tedious thing.

  But Lin Ming completed it all in such a short time, and not a single white tendon in his hand was broken, the flesh and blood on the tendons were also scraped very clean.

  The woman in red was somewhat dizzy, to achieve this, one must be very familiar with the physical structure of the green-eyed wolf cub, and also undergo many years of knife work training, which is what a chef would do.

  What's going on? How could a genius martial artist end up as a cook? And judging from his knife skills, he has already reached the level of perfection, I'm afraid he has been a cook for many years.

  Lin Ming found the red-clothed woman staring blankly at the white tendons in her hand, and smiled as she explained: "Although the flavor of the green-eyed rabbit is good, there are too many tendons, which affects the mouthfeel, so they need to be removed."

  Lin Ming said as he worked, his hands not idle for a moment. With one slash of the knife, he opened up the wolf's belly and scooped out its internal organs. Then, with another flurry of chaotic slashes, he hacked out a pile of bones.

  Then Lin Ming took out a thick branch and placed the rabbit on it, putting it over the fire to roast.

  The woman in red only then discovered that, when Lin Ming was having a cramp, the rabbit meat already had neat and beautiful knife marks on it. The distance between every two knives seemed to be measured with a ruler, extremely regular.

  Seeing this, her expression became even more peculiar. What was the background of this young man? If she hadn't known Lin Ming's strength beforehand, she would have really thought he was just a cook.

  After a moment of work, the rabbit meat had gradually turned golden yellow, and drops of oil were being roasted out by the flames, dripping into the fire pit with a sizzling sound.

  As for those white tendons and bones, Lin Ming didn't waste them either. He took out a fire cauldron from the Susu Ring, put all of them in it, and stewed soup over the fire.

  Thick soup is boiling, roasted meat smells fragrant.

  Soon the cave was filled with a fragrant aroma, and even the red-clothed woman, who normally ate vegetarian food, couldn't help but salivate when she smelled it.

  As for the Vermilion Bird, it became even more restless, as if it had forgotten about its injured wings. Its pair of fiery red eyes stared intensely at the roasted meat in Lin Ming's hands, seemingly eager to swallow it whole in one gulp.

  Due to the scorching flames, the skin and flesh around the knife-cut area all curled up, making it look even more appetizing.

  After roasting for so long, the roasted meat didn't have a single charred spot, and it was always golden yellow. Looking at those sparkling drops of oil, the woman in red had already become somewhat impatient, but she continued to carefully conceal her anxiety, her expression remaining calm and serene.

  At this time, Lin Ming took out a bunch of bottles and jars from the Xumi ring, opened them, and found that they were salt, pepper, and various seasonings, all of which were bought in the Nanjiang tribe.

  At that time, Lin Ming met the Na sisters when he went to the tribe to buy salt.

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