614: Chapter 603 614: Chapter 603 “Why have I never heard of my great-uncle’s name?” Song Yun asked.
“The Tyrant, when he became the King of Soldiers back in the day, had a reputation that reached the heavens.
Regrettably, his violent temperament eventually provoked someone he couldn’t afford to offend, and then, he was hunted down and vanished without a trace,” Qingluan said.
“Sounds like a soap opera.
Isn’t this straight out of some third-rate TV drama?” Song Yun asked.
“That’s exactly how it was.
The Tyrant was called so because of his fierce nature.
This temper, on one hand, added to his momentum, but it also affected his interactions with others.
It’s said that he offended the Clan Leader of the Rothschild family back then, and a monster guarding their family pursued him.
Afterward, he was seriously injured.
I’m not clear on the specifics, but since then, there has been no mention of the Tyrant in the Mercenary World.
Due to the Tyrant’s feud with the Rothschild family, they also imposed a gag order in the Mercenary World to stop his name from being mentioned.
Over a decade has passed, and naturally, the Tyrant’s name has faded into obscurity.”
“But my great-uncle’s nature isn’t violent.
Although he liked to torment me a lot during training, it was all for my own good.
I’ve hardly seen my great-uncle lose his temper!” Song Yun said.
“I don’t know about that,” Qingluan shook her head.
“Maybe the Tyrant changed dramatically after that hunt.
It’s possible.
Moreover, I can sense that now, although he still has the presence, the power is lacking!”
“How so?”
“It’s like his mental state has almost reached perfection, but his body harbors a chronic disease, or rather, old wounds, which prevent him from unleashing his peak strength.
Now, it seems he’s only on par with Gulang’s peak level after taking medication,” Qingluan explained.
“Old injuries?
How come I haven’t noticed them?” Song Yun asked.
“I’ll teach you all these things later.
For now, just focus on cultivating your mind.
When you’ve reached the right state of mind, you’ll naturally understand,” Qingluan said with a smile.
“What do you think caused my great-uncle’s old injuries?”
“They were likely left from that pursuit.
You might not realize that some masters can not only injure people, but they can also leave injuries that last a lifetime.
A trace of hidden strength from them can cause lifelong discomfort.
Therefore, many fear not the straightforward martial arts but those who are proficient in using such hidden strength; that’s the reason.”
“It’s really complicated,” Song Yun sighed deeply, shaking his head helplessly.
“Heh, you’re still young, you have plenty of time to gradually get to know these things,” Qingluan said with a tilted head and a light laugh.
“For now, the most important thing is to heal properly.”
“Right, I understand!” Song Yun nodded.
“By the way, where’s the Judge?”
“The Judge has already been taken to Beijing by Mr.
Song’s men.
I think you should find a time to visit Beijing and meet the people of the Beijing Song Family,” Qingluan suggested.
“No rush,” Song Yun shook his head.
“Let’s wait until I’ve fully assimilated the energy of this place in Sunan.”
“Yes, that’s wise.
After all, sharpening the axe does not delay the work of cutting wood.”
The injury Song Yun had sustained was indeed very serious.
After taking the medicine that Mr.
Song provided, it took him two days to mostly recover.
However, this ‘mostly’ only allowed Song Yun to walk around, and as for fighting, Song Yun was willing but weakened.
“Song Yun, you’re finally back.
We thought you might have died out there,” just as he returned to the villa, he saw Li Yueyue nibbling on a banana.
“How could that be?
Now, no one in this area of Sunan can harm me,” Song Yun boasted with a proud smile.
“Just keep bragging.
Sister Qingluan can, right?” Li Yueyue scoffed and was about to say something when Li Shishi interrupted.
She whispered something in Song Yun’s ear, and he, mimicking her, leaned on her shoulder to reply.
Watching these two whispering, the women in the villa rolled their eyes.
To celebrate Song Yun’s safe return, Xiao Qing specially made a nutritious banquet for him.
After Song Yun had feasted and enjoyed the patient’s treatment to his satisfaction, he contentedly went upstairs to sleep.
He had thought, upon his return, that he could get Li Shishi to warm his bed, but to his surprise, she said that as his wounds hadn’t fully healed, he couldn’t touch her.
This left Song Yun feeling rather melancholy as he looked at his ‘little Song Yun’ in the middle of the night.
The next morning, Song Yun was woken by the Tyrant’s call.
Listening to the complaining tone on the other end, he could only get up, get dressed, and prepare to leave.
“Qingluan, what are you doing?” Song Yun pushed open Qingluan’s room and found her carefully writing calligraphy with a brush.
Looking at the rice paper, the force of Qingluan’s writing seemed to penetrate it, bringing vigor to the characters even after more than a hundred small characters.
Song Yun admitted to himself that he couldn’t match her skill even with a hundred years of practice.
“Your writing is really good.”
“It’s a method I use to cultivate my mind,” Qingluan said seriously.
“Oh?
Your way of cultivating your mind is through writing?” Song Yun asked.
“Yes, by focusing all my attention on the rice paper, I can train my spiritual power at all times.
Many masters like to materialize their cultivation of the mind into an activity they enjoy,” Qingluan explained.
Song Yun suddenly thought of the Judge’s wood carvings and asked, “Qingluan, have you seen the Judge?”
“I have!” Qingluan replied.
“What kind of mind is the Judge cultivating?
I see he has many wood carvings.”
“The Judge cultivates precision!
His wood carvings can intricately depict every single strand and every hair.
That’s why that night, his actions were so precise that he could shatter his handcuffs with a bullet without injuring himself,” Qingluan explained.
“So that’s how it is!” Song Yun finally understood why the Judge had so many wood carvings; it was all a result of his mind cultivation.
But how should he materialize his own cultivated mind?
What did he enjoy doing the most and what could help him focus best?
“Song Yun, what are you thinking about?”
“Nothing, nothing at all,” Song Yun said quickly.
“Qingluan, let’s go find the Vermilion Bird.”
“Alright, Song Yun, let me give you a piece of advice.
Mind cultivation is incredibly important.
Some stray from the right path and cultivate their minds through killing, stealing, or wickedness.
Such people, although they might achieve considerable success in cultivation for a while, can only be considered mediocre and can never reach the higher levels.
Proper mind cultivation is always along the right path!” Qingluan advised.