Walker Of The Worlds

Thanks to Meng Bai's purified meridians and Dantian, he had absorbed the energy far faster than most cultivators would have in his position. And yet, in reality, he had barely consumed five percent of the Quad-Horned Bull's total meat. The rest remained stored, waiting for him to eat in the days to come.

With a single Dao Treading Realm beast, Meng Bai had enough food to last him at least a week, possibly longer.

Little Shrubby, seeing this, had already planned to prepare meals in advance, ensuring Meng Bai's nutritional needs were met without requiring frequent cooking.

Stretching his limbs, Meng Bai marveled at how light he felt.

"That was so good… Even though I didn't sleep, I don't feel tired at all," he murmured.

The energy in his body had settled, no longer overflowing. Though some of the excess had leaked out during the night, he was still brimming with power.

Now, however, he had another task to attend to.

"I should get back to writing," Meng Bai reminded himself.

Looking around the courtyard, he saw Lin Mu sitting by the window, absorbed in his book. Little Shrubby was nowhere to be seen.

'Did he go out?' Meng Bai wondered before turning to his desk.
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Pouring fresh ink into the bowl, he picked up his brush and began to write.

Barely a minute later, his hand paused.

"How is it… easier?" Meng Bai muttered in surprise.

Unbeknownst to him, the feast had not only strengthened his body but sharpened his mind as well.

He looked at the runes he had written on the sheet that had already been filled.

Before this, it took him at least five minutes to fill a sheet when he was writing with a focus on improving, but now he had finished the entire thing in just a minute. It was a fivefold increase and was surprising to him.

While the runes themselves might not have improved much, Meng Bai was finding them a lot more familiar now.

'Looks like finishing the barrel of ink might not be out of reach now,' Meng Bai thought to himself, feeling more motivated than before.

He picked up another sheet and started writing.

One sheet, two sheets, five sheets, ten sheets, twenty sheets…

In just a couple of hours, Meng Bai had finished over fifty sheets, which left him stunned at the end.

And this wasn't just because of his speed either, but rather due to the quality of the runes.

"I've actually improved!?" Meng Bai observed the runes on his latest sheet.

While they were still crooked, he made fewer mistakes than before, and the strokes were a lot smoother.

Unknown to him, this was the result of Lin Mu purifying his meridians and Dantian, as well as the food that he had eaten. With better nutrition, his body was working more efficiently, and his brain was also learning faster. Not to mention his control over his fingers and arm was better too.

Seeing such visible improvement, Meng Bai was excited and continued his work.

Two days passed like this as Meng Bai continued to steadily improve. During the night, he would have a large meal that would recharge him, giving him enough energy for the entire day such that he didn't even need to sleep. It wasn't that he didn't wish to eat three meals a day; it was simply that he couldn't.

He couldn't fit that much in his body, not to mention it also took him at least eight to ten hours to actually absorb it all.

During this time, Lin Mu was busy reading and had finished around a hundred books that he had transcribed into the jade slip. He still had many more to read, thus couldn't be bothered to stop. He did observe Meng Bai from time to time with his Immortal Sense and saw the improvement in the boy's writing.

'He might be at a decent level in a month's time or so,' Lin Mu thought to himself.

While they were doing this in the forest, though, something else was happening in Ram Orchard City that involved Lin Mu.

In one of the many taverns where hunters and other cultivators enjoyed a meal and a few drinks, an excited conversation was taking place.

"He tossed those two Fang Thorn Deer like they were mere rag dolls!" A couple of hunters were speaking out loud.

"Yeah, he was so strong we couldn't even feel his cultivation base."

"You don't even have an estimate?" Another hunter from the next table asked.

"It's hard to tell, even Head Hunter Chung Pung couldn't tell," they replied.

"Is that true?" The hunters turned to the man in question.

"Yeah, he must be at least at the Fourth Tribulation Stage of the Immortal Realm or higher," Chung Pung confirmed. "Plus, the way he looked and carried himself was also unique. He was certainly not a normal cultivator." He added.

"True, he must've taken down countless beasts and enemies to gain that demeanor," a hunter under Chung Pung said.

"Damn, and someone like him is here? Do you think he'll join the hunters?" A waiter asked.

"Hah! Someone like him would never become a hunter. It would be far too beneath him," a hunter at Chung Pung's table scoffed.

"Yeah, have you ever seen Immortal Sect disciples or nobles do something like that? No, right?" Another person chimed in.

"True." The waiter nodded.

Unknown to them, a certain man was listening to the conversation from a table in the corner.

'Hmm… could it be the same?' The man wondered before getting up from the table.

He approached Chung Pung and spoke.

"Pardon me, but can you tell me how he looked?" The man asked.

"He was handsome and was wearing a simple yet elegant robe," a hunter spoke.

"Oh, and he used a unique gauntlet technique too. They looked like they were made out of solid rocks," another hunter added.

"Rock gauntlets, you say?" The man raised his brows.

He then took out a scroll and unfurled it in front of the hunters.