I Am Not The Machine King

Chapter 13: Fight!

Chapter 13: Fight!

The corner of Lin Yuan's mouth twitched when he saw Wu Di's message.

After replying with the word "Get lost" he threw his phone to the side.

"Is this mechanical-type spirit seed so strong?"

Lin Yuan thought excitedly.

A 17-year-old level two four-meridians martial artist was certainly nothing.

However, the total amount of 40+ spirit energy could open four meridians showed the strength of the spirit seed.

The higher the realm, the more spirit energy would circulate in his body, so his cultivation would naturally be faster.

After cultivating the mechanical-type spirit seed for only a few days, Lin Yuan could clearly feel the increase of the spirit energy in his body, which had definitely improved.

"I must be admitted to the military academy."

"Only the military academy has a mechanical-type instructor."

...

After taking a shower, Lin Yuan finally felt tired from the inside out.

Then he slowly closed his eyes. His tensed heart finally relaxed completely and he soon fell asleep.

The cultivation intensity of the mechanical-type spirit skill was very high, and it required constant concentration.

Lin Yuan spent the whole afternoon to cultivate decomposition, and in addition to the night cultivation, he had made continuous breakthroughs, so he was physically and mentally exhausted.

The next morning, when Wu Di was training, he stood alone in the courtyard, stretching his muscles and bones.

He mumbled to himself doubtfully, "Am I still dreaming?"

Pop!

Wu Di slapped himself and covered his aching right cheek.

Lin Yuan didn't cultivate in the morning?!

This was the first time in more than three years.

As a brother, Wu Di knew how disciplined Lin Yuan was.

How could Lin Yuan be absent at his cultivation?

Then, Wu Di looked at Lin Yuan's room worriedly.

"D*mn, is he dead..."

...

Knock, knock.

Knock, knock.

Creak...

After knocking twice and no one answered, Wu Di gently opened Lin Yuan's door and revealed his small head.

After confirming that Lin Yuan was still breathing, Wu Di whispered, "D*mn."

"What did you do last night? Why did you sleep so hard?"

The sound of knocking on the door did not wake Lin Yuan up. One could imagine how soundly Lin Yuan slept.

"Forget it."

"As long as you're not dead."

Wu Di closed the door and struggled in his heart for a while. In the end, he made up his mind to do some morning cultivation.

...

When Lin Yuan slowly woke up, it was already past nine in the morning. It was almost ten in the morning.

Lin Yuan felt that he had never slept so well before.

After breaking through two meridians, he felt full of energy when he woke up.

"Phew..."

Lin Yuan twisted his neck and went to the living room. On the dining table were the leftover steamed buns that Wu Di had eaten in the morning, as well as a note.

There were two big words written on it: Control yourself!

Lin Yuan was speechless as he threw the note into the trash can.

After eating and drinking to his heart's content, he once again devoted himself to the cultivation of decomposing spirit iron.

"As expected."

When Lin Yuan once again circulated his mechanical-type spirit energy to decompose the spirit iron, he could clearly feel the acceleration of mechanization.

After breaking through four meridians, the release of spirit energy was much smoother than before, but it was not as exaggerated as the qualitative change.

In the following period, Lin Yuan made a detailed cultivation plan.

Because cultivating the mechanical-type spirit skill consumed a lot of spirit energy, it could not be non-stop.

Therefore, Lin Yuan combined spirit skills, martial arts, and spirit energy cultivation.

He maintained a high-intensity and reasonable cultivation state.

As for Lin Yuan's decomposition speed of grade-one spirit iron, as his spirit energy increased, his proficiency also gradually matured.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

During this month, Lin Yuan did not go out. He concentrated on closed-door cultivation.

Lin Yuan had even stopped going to the courses and liberal arts joint exam that he had always attended.

Liberal arts students could not be absent. Unlike martial arts students, they were not free to choose courses based on their own cultivation.

Previously, Lin Yuan had left himself a way out.

Even if his talent in martial arts was too bad in the end and there was no hope for him to make a name for himself, Lin Yuan could still switch to liberal arts when there was no point in persisting.

However, it was completely different at this moment.

Lin Yuan had found his own path in the future, and his future was bright.

So he decisively gave up on liberal arts.

Of course, this made the school officials of Qingshan Diyi Middle School very angry.

If Lin Yuan was an ordinary liberal arts genius, the school officials wouldn't bother with him but Lin Yuan was a liberal arts genius that was hard to come by in a hundred years.

If he took the College Entrance Examination for liberal arts, he would definitely be able to create the glory of the entire Qingshan Middle School for arts.

Since they couldn't find Lin Yuan, they went to find Lin Yuan's father, Lin Shouyi.

And it was three times.

What was even more unexpected was that they had already said all the good and bad words, and they couldn't even change Lin Shouyi's mind!

"Forget it. Hurry up, I'm tired."

Lin Shouyi insisted on letting Lin Yuan make his own choice and finally made the school officials despair.

They really wanted to pry open the father and son's heads and see what they were made of.

...

A month later, Wu Di announced a piece of "good news" as soon as he returned in the evening.

"Lin Yuan!"

"The school is looking for you all over the world. They've even approached me."

Lin Yuan's left and right hands continued to mechanize as he said, "What did the school say?"

Wu Di chuckled. "They said that as long as you want to take the liberal arts, they can make an exception and break the school rules for you."

"The door to the liberal arts is open for you at any time."

In Qingshan Diyi Middle School, if a liberal arts student did not have a legitimate reason for missing a month of classes, they would basically be expelled from the liberal arts.

However, Lin Yuan was too special, so the school had left a back door for him.

"But I don't think you need it anymore."

Wu Di smiled as he sat down.

As a brother who knew Lin Yuan's cultivation progress the best, he knew how fast Lin Yuan's cultivation speed was.

Since his last injury, Lin Yuan had broken through the sixth meridian in just one month.

His cultivation speed was like riding a rocket!

If he continued to cultivate at this speed, he might really have a good chance of reaching the tenth meridian before the College Entrance Examination.

"I'm going to school tomorrow."

"Pfft!"

Wu Di, who was drinking a coke, suddenly spat it out and looked at Lin Yuan.

"What did you say?"

Just as he said that the school was looking for Lin Yuan, Lin Yuan was going to school the next day.

Wasn't he afraid of being caught on the spot and brainwashed for three hours?

Lin Yuan smiled and said, "I'm going to attend a martial arts class to spar with my opponent."

Wu Di suddenly became excited. "Your first stage of cultivation is over?"

"Come, come, come, come, let's fight!"

"I can finally beat you up again!"

"Ah! Awesome!"

In the past month, Lin Yuan was completely immersed in cultivation.

In the beginning, he sparred with Lin Yuan a few times, but because of the huge difference in spirit energy and Lin Yuan's unskilled use of mechanical power, Wu Di had to hold back his fighting.

Even though he had beaten Lin Yuan a few times, he did not get any pleasure from it.

Lin Yuan had said that he would fight again after he finished the first stage of his cultivation.

This moment was the time.

"Come."

Hearing that Lin Yuan was going to fight, Wu Di was instantly energized.

"Oh ho ho! You're so arrogant."

"I'll go get a wooden knife!"

"Just you wait."

Wu Di quickly ran back to his room and took a wooden knife that he used for his daily practice.

When he came out, he saw Lin Yuan standing in the middle of the courtyard, warming up.

"How much strength do you want me to use?"

Wu Di knocked his back with the wooden knife and asked arrogantly.