I Can Recognize Everything, But the Information is Wrong-Chapter 8 - Cultivating Mental Method

"Brother Zhang, what is Inner Strength?"

"Inner Strength is a form of energy formed in the Dantian through the practice of breathing and meditation. To become a master, one must cultivate both internally and externally."

While sipping porridge, Old Zhang smiled and said to Tian Lin, "However, I don't recommend you start cultivating Inner Strength now, as it is not a day's work. With your life in the mines, where would you find the time to cultivate?"

Tian Lin remained silent, finishing the hot porridge in his bowl in one gulp.

The entire afternoon, with the help of Old Zhang, he finally gathered twenty tokens.

But twenty tokens could only be exchanged for a bowl of porridge, a bowl of porridge without any oil, only pickles - how could that stave off hunger?

Tian Lin suspected that Old Man Xu was deliberately killing people, as just in that afternoon, more than a dozen newcomers had collapsed from exhaustion.

"Go to sleep early tonight, get up early tomorrow!"

The man in black spoke a few words after work, and a group of people listlessly ran towards the wooden hut.

On the large communal bed, a crowd of people collapsed at this moment.

Tian Lin took off his clothes and glanced over the bodies of the mine slaves in the hut.

Most people were massaging their legs and shoulders at this time, and a sad mood began to permeate among the newcomers.

"Damn, this Manager Xu is too stingy, right? How much money can he make from saving a little food from our meals? We work all day long and don't get paid a penny."

Some were crying and wiping tears, while others joined in, "Yeah, we've been deceived. This place is just deceiving us outsiders like Huahua Lang, making us work for free."

"Shall we run?"

"Run? Have you seen those men in black? Have you seen the large fence at the valley mouth?"

"These men in black, reportedly also from old miners, became Supervisors and helped the merchants oppress us because they did well and won Manager Xu's favor."

Everyone discussed animatedly, perhaps due to a shared miserable experience and a common enemy, they felt considerably closer to each other.

Some picked their toes or rubbed the sweat and dirt on their chests, asking each other about their origins and experiences seeking the Immortal Technique.

Unable to stand the smell in the hut, Tian Lin asked Old Zhang, "I'm going to take a bath, Brother Zhang, want to come along?"

Old Zhang picked up his clothes, got up from the bedding, and left the wooden hut with Tian Lin.

A man in black guarded the door, frowning as they came out, "Where are you going this late at night?"

"We're going to take a bath."

"Be back before the night watch, don't think about slipping away. If I catch you, I'll behead you!"

The man in black did not stop them, letting Tian Lin and Old Zhang head to the creek by the mine.

There weren't many actually bathing by the creek at that time, although everyone was uncomfortably dirty.

But after a tiring day, with bodies full of injuries, touching water only brought pain.

Thus, neither the energy nor the mood for a bath was there.

When Tian Lin took off his clothes, the raw flesh on his body felt fiercely painful.

But jumping into the water, he felt much more relaxed.

Among those present, only the old mine slaves could still chat and laugh. Besides them, Old Zhang was the most emotionally stable.

Old Zhang bathed by the side, while Tian Lin took out the 'Holy Essence Grass' he had hidden in the daytime.

In the dark night, no one could see Tian Lin's actions, nor did they know that he stuffed the Soul Burying Flower directly into his mouth.

After eating the so-called Soul Burying Flower, Tian Lin felt a liquid similar to plain water flowing down his throat.

Then, he felt a stream of energy rushing toward his lower abdomen; before he could properly feel it, he toppled headfirst into the river.

"What happened to you?"

Old Zhang, who was washing, turned his head only to see Tian Lin spasming and rolling his eyes back in the stream.

He immediately pulled Tian Lin out of the river and dragged him to the shore.

"This kid drowned, right?"

An experienced mine slave joined the conversation.

"It doesn't look like drowning, more like he got possessed by the devil during training."

Someone from the worldly society commented.

As people were speaking all at once, Zhang Lao Da laid Tian Lin face down on the ground.

He then pressed his right hand on Tian Lin's back, and after a few presses, Tian Lin spat out a pool of green juice.

"Good skills, brother, able to use Inner Strength to heal others, must be a top-notch expert like Leopard Brother, right?"

An old mine slave remarked with experience, but Zhang Lao Da ignored him.

Frowning, when he finally slapped the Soul Burying Flower out of Tian Lin's mouth, his frown deepened.

"Eh, it doesn't look like possession by the devil, turns out it was an attempted suicide by poisoning."

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Tian Lin heard the whispers around him and upon opening his eyes, he saw Zhang Lao Da looking at him.

He felt relieved and listened to Zhang Lao Da saying, "I thought you took some kind of precious medicine and got possessed because you couldn't digest its power."

He asked Tian Lin, "Why did you suddenly decide to commit suicide by taking the Soul Burying Flower?"

At that moment, Tian Lin didn't know how to explain and just said, "Didn't Brother Zhang want to teach me martial arts? Could you teach me the mental method for cultivating Inner Strength?"

"Kid, although Inner Strength can greatly increase one's power and strength, it requires meticulous cultivation, and one cannot progress without years of effort. Rather than practicing Inner Strength, it would be quicker to practice boxing and physically toughen up."

Someone offered advice from the side, but Tian Lin was determined.

He had the Holy Essence Grass, which could equal a year's worth of effort in one go.

The only issue was that he didn't know the mental method, and didn't know how to harness the medicinal power of the Holy Essence Grass, which led to the earlier accident.

Fortunately, fearing the accident, he had brought Zhang Lao Da close by.

"If you are resolute, then why would I hesitate to share a mental method with you?"

Zhang Lao Da patted Tian Lin's shoulder and said, "Wait until tomorrow, tomorrow I will teach you the mental method."

At that moment bell sounds rang out, prompting a group of people to hurriedly dress and rush to the wooden house.

Inside and outside the wooden house seemed like two different worlds; one with fresh air and the other filled with stifling miasma.

Upon entering the wooden house, Tian Lin heard an old mine slave cursing, "You newcomers, if you pee at night, can't you dump the bucket the next day? Keeping it in the room stinks so badly; does it smell good to you?"

No one spoke inside the house, then someone outside in black clothing cursed, "Why aren't you sleeping late at night? If you can't sleep, go out and carry a few more stones back."

With these words from the person in black, the room instantly became quiet.

Tian Lin and Zhang Lao Da squeezed onto a sleeping pallet, and Tian Lin once again felt the need to greet his neighbor even just to turn over.

He didn't know when these days would end, but he sincerely hoped that Zhang Lao Da would pull off something big and secure the so-called Immortal Technique.

However, observing throughout the day, Tian Lin didn't notice any extra movements from Zhang Lao Da.

He was just like any other mine slave, earnestly carrying stones to earn his quota, showing no additional behaviors.

The next morning, as usual, after eating porridge, they started carrying stones.

By noon, Tian Lin didn't know from whom Zhang Lao Da had ripped a piece of cloth, which he then used charcoal to write on.

Tian Lin, not very familiar with the characters of this world, could only recognize half of the characters of this mental method taught by the old man.

Disregarding the time wasted at noon, in the afternoon Zhang Lao Da started explaining the mental method to Tian Lin again.

That evening during bath time, Tian Lin, as usual, took out the Holy Essence Grass.

This time, however, he did not dare to swallow the Holy Essence Grass whole but rather plucked a leaf and put it in his mouth.

As the medicine spread through his body, Tian Lin began to guide the medicine's power to gather in his Dantian according to the mental method.

He could feel the Holy Essence Grass truly generating a Qi in his Dantian.

Although it was weak—Zhang Lao Da said, most newcomers practicing the mental method can't cultivate even a trace of Dantian Qi for half a year.