The Village Beauty 430, Main Text 430: Dream-Entering Divine Fist (Early Morning) Chapter 430: Dream-Entering Divine Fist First Form: Tianlang Watching the Moon Second Form: Hugging the Tiger and Returning to the Mountain! Third Form: Crane Soaring to the Ninth Heavens! ... A series of unfamiliar voices echoed in his mind. Li Yun stirred slightly and opened his eyes drowsily. The woman beside him, Liu Yun, had vanished without a trace. In the dark bedroom, as the voices grew stronger, a gentle glow began to spread. Within this glow, a man dressed in ancient attire moved gracefully, demonstrating a sequence of martial techniques. The light flickered like ghost flames, yet it did not obscure Li Yun’s view of the man’s movements. Suddenly, Li Yun felt that the martial forms being performed by the figure in the light were remarkably familiar. After pondering deeply, he realized that the techniques being demonstrated were precisely the ones taught to him by Tie Xinlan—those from the unnamed martial art. Then, looking again at the ancient-clad figure within the shifting light, it was clearly the little figure from the martial arts manual. When Tie Xinlan had handed the manual to Lu Yun, he had carefully gone through it. Then, using the most straightforward method—quickly flipping the pages—he found that the little figure on the manual seemed to come alive, gracefully demonstrating each technique as the pages turned swiftly. Whoa! Lu Yun wanted to shout—good heavens, what a sight! The figure on the page had truly come to life. Though it only appeared in the size of a fan’s spread of light, it stood vividly before him, and Lu Yun could even see the flowing, silken strands of hair swaying as the figure moved with grace. He opened his mouth several times, trying to call out, but found himself suddenly mute—completely unable to produce a single sound. Just as Lu Yun was about to rush away, the ancient-clad figure suddenly stopped and offered him a gentle, warm smile. Lu Yun's hair on his back stood on end. Though he was bold by nature, facing such strange and eerie occurrences, he couldn't help but feel his heart race and sweat involuntarily pour down, as though enchanted and rooted to the spot—his feet completely out of his control, unable to move, despite his desire to run. The ancient-dressed figure observed Lu Yun for a moment, then suddenly resumed demonstrating the set of martial arts, which was the content of Chapter 430, "The Village Beauty." Seeing that the figure showed no ill will toward him, Lu Yun gradually relaxed his tightened chest. He couldn't run anyway—why not just watch what kind of tricks he might play? After all, he was a man of strong, masculine spirit; could he really be afraid of one such strange being? Unconsciously, Lu Yun had begun to regard the ancient-dressed figure as a monster. Calming himself, Lu Yun fixed his gaze on the figure's graceful and agile movements, and suddenly realized that when the figure executed the palm technique, the attacks were swift and precise, the defenses impenetrable, the footwork agile and fluid, and the movements strong and powerful. Each movement, though seemingly simple, is in fact intricate—fists, palms, fingers, claws, strikes, punches, grasps, and thrusts—each transformation marvelous and powerful. Though at some distance from him, Lu Yun seemed to feel waves of punch winds surging and swirling within the bedroom. Unconsciously, Lu Yun began to slowly follow the ancient-dressed man's motions, completely unaware that his body had already returned to its former strength. As he reached a particularly joyful moment, Lu Yun shouted in unison with the ancient figure, "Monkey Stealing Pears!" "Ah!" A sharp cry rang out suddenly in the bedroom, followed by a sudden brightening of the lights. Liu Yun clutched her lower abdomen, glaring angrily at Lu Yun. "Wake up! What are you doing?" Lu Yun blinked open his eyes, looking bewildered at Liu Yun's pained expression, unsure of how he had offended this delicate young lady. "Sister, you've returned, haven't you? Where is that ancient-dressed man?" "What ancient-dressed man? Haven't I been sleeping right in your arms all along?" "What's with you? You're going crazy! Monkey stealing peaches—stealing my big head, you mean? Do I have any peaches here for you to steal? I'm killed!" Liu Yun clearly sounded hurt, and before she could stop herself, she pressed her hands against her lower body, bending down and kneeling on the bed. "You've been sleeping right in my arms all along, haven't you?" Lu Yun scratched his head, glanced around the bedroom, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Was it possible that he had just imagined it—or was he dreaming? But if it were a fantasy, why would he have attacked Liu Yun? And if it were a dream, then the scene was so vivid—he could still recall every movement of the ancient-dressed figure, each gesture clearly etched in his memory! "You stubborn little brat, what kind of dream are you having now? I just remembered to go to the bathroom, and suddenly you attacked me right there, with such force—I'm stunned!" Seeing Lu Yun silent, Liu Yun looked up and scolded him again. Lu Yun was now certain that he had just been dreaming. The final move the ancient-dressed figure performed was precisely the "Monkey Stealing Pomegranate" — a technique he himself had often used when facing opponents he couldn't defeat, though never with the power and precision displayed by the ancient figure. When he saw the figure execute the move with lightning speed and ferocity, like a lion or tiger, he couldn't help but shout out and begin to move as well. Unexpectedly, instead of successfully stealing the pomegranate, he landed a solid blow on the lush mountains, deep valleys, and gorges of Liu Yun's vast forest. Hearing the gentle rush of water, Lu Yun couldn't muster a single trace of ill will. He felt the dream was far too real—was it perhaps because he had longed so deeply for martial arts? Daydreams come to night dreams, and now he could only use this as an excuse! With his right hand reaching beneath the pillow, he found the unnamed martial arts manual given to him by Jinxin Lan. He gently stroked it, his mind full of doubts. After all, having no foundation at all, wouldn't Lan have taken the time to guide him more closely if she truly wished to teach him? Besides simply telling him to practice diligently, she had offered him nothing else—this seemed unreasonable. Could it be that Lan had already sensed something unusual about this manual? Only now did Lu Yun begin to notice the oddity. Liu Yun finished her morning visit to the bathroom, climbed onto the bed, and said to Lu Yun, "Don't lean on me too closely, okay? I'm afraid." Lu Yun smiled and nodded. Liu Yun covered herself, lying back with her back to Lu Yun. Since I've had such a strange dream, I shall bestow a stylish name upon this unnamed martial arts manual: the "Dream-Entering Divine Fist." Gently running my fingers over the manuscript, Lu Yun murmured four words. Regardless of how unusual this manual might be, Lu Yun firmly believed that Fei Xinlan would never harm him! ... ... / / Village Beauty 430, Main Text 430 "Dream-Entering Divine Fist" (Five Hours) updated!