The drive from the school to the Blackwater District Iron Fist Society took no more than twenty minutes.
Lin Sheng chatted with the driver as he looked out the window.
There were more and more pedestrians on the streets of Huaisha. Incidents were common, but the city was becoming more and more prosperous as the political situation changed.
"There seems to be more people in the city recently?" Lin Sheng asked casually.
"It's not like, it's more." The driver sighed. "There have been a lot of foreigners in the port area recently, and they've made some of the streets around here a mess."
"Foreigners?"
"Yeah. It's mainly people from Miga and Osiris. I don't know what happened a while ago, but the higher-ups said that the port is open, and Huaisha is also on the list. "The driver lowered his voice.
"Open port?" Lin Sheng was slightly stunned. "Wasn't it open enough before?"
"It's said that there are tax breaks for foreign companies. There are also all kinds of benefits. But for our own company, there aren't so many benefits. "
The driver felt indignant.
"Is that so?" Lin Sheng was deep in thought.
This kind of policy was obviously not released by Celine of her own accord. It felt more like she was forced to make it.
Soon, the car arrived in front of the Iron Fist Society.
Lin Sheng paid, got out of the car, and stood in front of the Iron Fist Society headquarters.
Today's Iron Fist Society purchased the site of a former private elementary school.
Lin Sheng converted the school's only academic building into the Iron Fist Society assembly hall.
Outside the door stood two newly recruited disciples in black sleeveless shirts.
When they saw Lin Sheng getting out of the car, they quickly bowed and greeted him.
"Greetings, President!"
"Thank you." Lin Sheng nodded and walked through the door. Immediately, a beautiful waitress came forward and led him to the changing room to change into his uniform.
As the president, his uniform was a simple shirt and trousers, but it was painted black with a huge "Iron" word sewn in white thread on the back.
Now that funds were tight, everything was simple. Before the Iron Fist Society made a large profit, Lin Sheng was not going to do fancy clothing design.
The simpler the better.
After changing into his uniform, he strode into the main hall.
This was originally a pocket-sized school without even a playground. There was only one building and one yard. There was also a flagpole on the side.
The lobby had been transformed into a coaching hall.
Sarroux was practicing the Blackfeather swordsmanship with a few students. When he saw Lin Sheng enter the door, he immediately stopped and greeted him.
"Big Brother, oh no, Guild Leader, you came at the right time. Grandpa Dao Ling seems to have broken through. These days, I feel that his aura is getting stronger and stronger. No one dares to get close! "
Sarroux had been practicing the Blackfeather swordsmanship and meditating on the Ashen Seal. His hostility had lessened a lot.
He looked a lot more mature, and his previous irascibility had slowly subsided.
"You've improved a lot too."
Lin Sheng patted his shoulder. Now that he had become a Transcendent, he could feel a special aura that normal people could not.
Just like now, Sarroux's body was emitting faint traces of Ashen Seal Saint Power.
Obviously, his meditating on the Ashen Seal seemed to be effective, but he did not know it himself.
"Really? I feel it too, but I don't know which area I've improved in! "Sarroux was overjoyed when he heard that. He trusted Lin Sheng a lot, and immediately believed him when he heard that.
"Feel it carefully. Meditating has not only given you a peaceful and stable mind." Lin Sheng reminded him. "Alright, where's Grandpa Dao Ling?"
"Meditating inside." Sarroux quickly said.
"I'll go in and take a look." Lin Sheng also wanted to see what level Deathclaw Dao Ling had reached.
Dao Ling was different from Sarroux. He was a martial artist who had reached the limits of the human body, but his body was deteriorating as he aged.
So his breakthrough meant that he had broken through his limits. Even Lin Sheng could not be sure what the effect would be.
Letting Sarroux continue to lead the training, Lin Sheng left the hall, walked along the corridor, and soon reached the second area on the first floor — the meditation area.
The meditation area was originally a classroom, but it was modified to allow people to meditate.
Only official members of the Iron Fist Society could enter. Those training outside were just ordinary students, not members.
Lin Sheng had established two distinct identities — member and student.
The members were equivalent to the students' mentors. They had enough freedom, and could choose whether they were willing to teach students for income.
They could also be a nominal member, and occasionally everyone would exchange martial arts. Of course, such nominal members would not receive Lin Sheng's Ashen Seal blueprint.
These were just the beginning, and still needed to be perfected.
Lin Sheng did not care. He had to attract enough masters first before making any plans.
Entering the meditation area, he quickly found the room where Dao Ling was.
Even though he was just standing at the door, he could feel a slight warmth emanating from the other side of the door.
"Success?!" Lin Sheng's eyes moved. This warmth was very similar to the Saint power he felt in his dream.
But the difference was that the warmth here was too weak, not even one-tenth of what he felt in his dream.
He reached out and knocked on the door.
* Knock knock. *
"Please come in, President." Dao Ling's calm and joyful voice came from inside. He could clearly hear the rhythm of Lin Sheng's footsteps.
Lin Sheng pushed the door open and entered.
Inside was a white, airtight room with no windows.
Dao Ling was sitting cross-legged in the middle, his long white hair hanging loosely over his shoulders. His muscles and skin did not look old at all compared to before.
The changes that the meditation of the Ashen Seal had brought him, especially the changes in his spirit, were as terrifying as magic.
When he saw Dao Ling's appearance, Lin Sheng was a little surprised.
"I've been meditating in isolation for five days … I've learned a lot …" Dao Ling stood up, a smile on his face. "All thanks to President's selfless sharing."
Lin Sheng took off his shoes and walked up the wooden plank, and the door behind him automatically rebounded.
"Looks like you've really broken through your limit."
"Yes … The line that I've been chasing when I was young, the line that I was missing, just yesterday, I've really crossed it …" Dao Ling stretched out his hands. His hands before were not much different from an ordinary old man's.
But now, the skin on the back of his hands seemed to have regained its youth, tight and firm, and full of vitality.
"I can feel that the layer of special power covering my body is like armor, protecting me in all aspects. It's amazing! "Dao Ling exclaimed.
"This is the power of the Ashen Seal." Lin Sheng nodded.
"Yes … Just like what President said before, this power is amazing …" Dao Ling exclaimed.
"But it's not without a price." Lin Sheng explained. "The Ashen Seal is obtained through meditation. In the process of meditation, we are actually condensing our own spiritual will."
"President, what you mean is? This kind of power actually belongs to us? "Dao Ling asked in surprise.
"You can think of it that way. The Ashen Seal is a support, activating our own Saint power. Although this Saint power belongs to us, but without the Ashen Seal, it will fade and disappear after a while. "Lin Sheng said calmly.
"That means I have to constantly meditate on the Ashen Seal to maintain this state?" To maintain this state? "Dao Ling's face darkened as he understood the hidden meaning of the words.
"That's right." Lin Sheng nodded. "We have to meditate on the Ashen Seal periodically, for about half a year. Otherwise, the Ashen Seal will fade, and our power will decline. "
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