Xiao Zhao disappeared near the Martial Arts Academy; although it had nothing to do with the Flying Swallow Martial Arts Hall, Ji Xuantong couldn’t help feeling uneasy and provided his family with so consolation money.
May 26th, a rest day.
At the horoom teacher’s house, three generations of master and disciples gathered for a al and a chat.
Qingtian Cang inquired:
"Have all those miscellaneous affairs at the Martial Arts Hall been dealt with?"
Ji Xuantong:
"Yes, I’ve also rented out the venue and exchanged it for so Great dicine money."
The three disciples quietly ate their al.
Ji Xuantong asked:
"Ru Yu, you are almost at Ninth Rank, right?"
Shi Ruyu nodded and said with a smile:
"I should reach Ninth Rank in the second half of the year."
Ji Xuantong stated:
"Then, try to reach Tenth Rank before you’re 27. That way, it’s relatively safer to break the First Shackles before you turn 30. You, a child of sudden enlightennt, still have potential to dig into. It’s fine to be slow in the beginning; be steady and thorough, and then you can exert your full strength later."
"Mm-hmm."
Ji Feiyan confidently said:
"I will reach Tenth Rank next year!"
Ji Xuantong glanced at her and retorted:
"You’d better make sure your actions match your words."
Feiyan would only be 23 the next year, and if nothing unexpected occurred, she had a chance to beco a Martial Artist before turning 26. For the non-genius class, becoming a Martial Artist before 30 was already quite good.
Of course, breaking through the shackles was as hard as reaching the heavens. No one knew if either of the two won would end up wasting their years stuck before the shackles; Ji Xuantong was rely estimating based on an ideal state.
The only one Ji Xuantong felt truly at ease about was Lu Chenzhou.
With this thought in mind, he looked at the young man who was eating and asked:
"Chenzhou, do you think you’ll have a chance to break the shackles this year?"
Lu Chenzhou looked up and said:
"It’s difficult. I’ve only just opened the Yanglao Acupoint, the 23rd Acupoint, and there are still seven acupoints left unopened...unless I can open one acupoint per month subsequently, otherwise, there’s no chance."
Qingtian Cang said:
"The way of opening acupoints should not be rushed; just follow your own pace. Once you perfect your fist technique, the ti needed for opening acupoints will correspondingly increase. When you’ve beco a Martial Artist, you could also purchase so Great dicine that aids in opening acupoints."
Lu Chenzhou asked:
"There’s such Great dicine?"
Qingtian Cang confird:
"Yes...but such dicinal concoctions are extrely rare, currently only available to Martial Artists of the genius class, or those whom the school believes have the potential to break through to Martial Arts Grandmaster. They’re prohibitively expensive, and their effects rely serve as icing on the cake."
Lu Chenzhou inwardly gasped.
"dicine that helps in opening acupoints surely costs a fortune."
Opening acupoints was the greatest challenge in the Martial Arts world!
Although his progress in opening acupoints was faster than that of others in the genius class, it was mostly due to hard work with the Martial Arts Tree; he spent 7 hours every day Practicing Heavenly Pile!
Still, he could only barely maintain openings acupoints every forty to fifty days. The specific difficulty varied by acupoint. After becoming a Martial Artist, the difficulty of opening acupoints would certainly increase.
He was also worried about being hindered by the opening of acupoints. After all, there were only 24 hours in a day; he needed rest and to practice his fist technique; it was not possible to spend all his ti on opening acupoints.
Hearing about the supporting Great dicine, he felt a sigh of relief.
"Anything that can be solved with money is not a problem."
Ji Xuantong also felt sowhat envious in his heart.
As an ordinary Martial Artist, he had no qualifications to exchange for Enlightennt Elixirs.
"Just have to keep on enduring..."
Now, without the distractions of Martial Arts Hall affairs, he was able to dedicate himself entirely to work hard for a few years, hoping to break the Second Shackles in his sixties. Becoming a Martial Arts Master would make earning money easier. At the very least, he could remain at the school as a teacher. Ordinary Martial Artists were not qualified to teach at Top Martial Universities, at most they could be assistants.
As the al neared its end, Qingtian Cang proposed:
"In the future, on days off at noon, our sect can gather here for a al. If anyone has any difficulties or ideas, they can be brought up."
Ji Feiyan raised both hands in support and exclaid:
"Great! A gathering every week!"
Shi Ruyu also nodded with a smile.
She particularly enjoyed chatting with her sect family and friends; although the content of these conversations always returned to one common the: Lu Chenzhou!
But this feeling of having sothing in the Human World to care about was truly wonderful.
Affection was an anchor on the path of Martial Arts.
Otherwise, it was easy to gradually lose one’s humanity while chasing the lofty pursuit of Heavenly Heart.
After the al, Qingtian Cang announced:
"Our small gathering is over, everyone keep working hard."
The Three True Inheritors bid farewell to their master and grandmaster and each left.
Watching the energetic trio depart, both grandmaster and master looked on with a hint of emotion.
"Being young is truly wonderful!"
...
At eight o’clock that night.
Inside the Practice Room, Lu Chenzhou stood still to regulate his breathing.
He had just finished browsing the campus network.
The Super Leaping Dragon Tournant was scheduled to start on June 30th, with the venue at Dragon City headquarters.
He had one more month.
"Improve as much as possible, and be without regrets."
He looked at the Martial Arts Tree.
"Tiger Spirit Divine Fist" had achieved Great Success at 100% the day before yesterday, and he aid to push it to Perfection in one go. He had a strong feeling that it would happen today!
The improvent in Tiger Form Fist Theory filled him with confidence.
"Inviting Tiger to Possess!"
Lu Chenzhou inhaled deeply, his Qi Line flowed through his many acupoints like clouds flowing through the sky; stimulated by this, mysterious power filled his body, and his aura surged, nearly on par with those with an 8-point Qi-Blood level, already reaching the extre limit under Martial Artist status.
Tiger God Summoning Wind!
Tiger God Shaking Mountain!
...
Tiger Spirit Demonic!
The Tiger Spirit Divine Fist consisted of only 12 moves, not many variations, but each move was solid and robust, enhancing one’s own aura, an invincible Fist Move. After a year and a half and thousands of rehearsals, these 12 moves were thoroughly ingrained in Lu Chenzhou’s heart.
First sequence, second sequence, third sequence... As he practiced, Lu Chenzhou kept reflecting on the mysteries of Tiger Form Fist Theory. In a trance, his spirit seed to travel through ancient tis to see the dusty pages of past eras, witnessing a colossal Black Tiger.
The Black Tiger stood in the mountain forests, its gaze calm and domineering.
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