Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 133 Burning the Fertile Soil, Yellow Sprouts Sprout Naturally

Feng Jianhua was slightly surprised: "You want to learn internal martial arts now?"

"It's not necessarily about learning now; it's about observing first."

Chu Tianshu said, "My previous encounter with Li Guangzong, my fight with Wang Bo today, and the troubles I encountered during the interrogation have all fueled my desire to explore internal energy even more."

He spread his hands, "Besides, I've already gotten involved in this and want to see it through, but I don't have any local connections, so I'll just focus on what I'm good at."

Yuan Chongxiao said, "That's easy..."

"and many more."

Feng Jianhua interrupted the vice principal, glancing around at the surrounding walls.

Those paintings are still hanging on the wall.

“Xiao Chu, I’ve watched you practice these past few days, but it was just observation, so I haven’t really grasped the essence of it.”

Feng Jianhua extended a hand. "Shake hands, shall we?"

Chu Tianshu had no objection, so he first used three-tenths of his strength and reached out.

As they clasped hands, he felt the other person's grip was slightly tighter, so he tightened his grip as well.

Both hands gradually tensed up from a relaxed state.

Feng Jianhua's palm slowly emitted a layer of bluish light.

Chu Tianshu's palm, which had originally turned into a bluish-black texture, like steel, slowly turned red, and a faint buzzing sound came from between the bones of his palm and fingers.

"Ha ha!"

Feng Jianhua laughed and said, "I'm a pretty good person, Xiao Chu, don't hold back."

Chu Tianshu raised his eyebrows: "Alright, then Principal, be careful."

His five fingers suddenly bulged out, and most of his body vibrated with a buzzing sound as he gripped his hand tightly.

Bang! ! !
A loud bang came from where the two shook hands, and the air around their hands visibly distorted.

Feng Jianhua's white hair billowed up, his eyes seemed to be filled with a deep blue light, and his whole body radiated a brilliant glow, making him look like an immortal.

Chu Tianshu felt as if the force of his grab had been trapped in a place where countless tendons were intertwined and pulling.

After a brief moment of warmth and softness, the force of resistance surged dramatically.

Snapped! !

Chu Tianshu's fierce grab just now only slightly sank his five fingers into the other person's skin, and now he was actually bounced away.

"Okay!"

Chu Tianshu was overjoyed and subconsciously took a half step.

Feng Jianhua seemed to be a magnet that repelled him, and he also slid back half a step to maintain the original distance.

"Alright, alright."

The principal raised his hand and said, "I've figured it out."

"Your brute strength... cough, your skill in cultivating strength is almost at the level of pure and vigorous essence, like the full moon transforming into nothingness."

Chu Tianshu asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"The ancients believed that practicing internal energy is a process of using one's own essence and energy to regulate various external energies and transform them for one's own use."

"The purer one's own essence and energy, the better the quality of the internal strength one cultivates."

Feng Jianhua said, "Many people in this world practice internal skills. They all start by practicing strength and only switch to internal skills when they reach a bottleneck. However, most of the skills for practicing strength are dynamic, while internal skills mostly focus on static exercises."

"It can take anywhere from ten days to two weeks, or even three to five years, for this difference between movement and stillness to change."

"However, there is a type of person who has achieved a very high level of skill in cultivating strength. Their essence and energy are extremely pure, and even when they are practicing dynamic exercises, they can be as delicate as when they are practicing static exercises."

"Such a person can develop internal strength on the same day as he comes into contact with internal energy cultivation methods."

Chu Tianshu smiled and said, "The principal wants to test whether I have reached that level."

"Correct."

Feng Jianhua sighed, “You’ve already reached this level, but precisely because of that, I think you shouldn’t be looking at other internal energy cultivation manuals right now.”

Chu Tianshu asked in confusion, "Why?"

"Because your boxing style already has a hint of internal energy."

Feng Jianhua said, "If I'm not mistaken, the fist technique you're practicing is the legendary cultivation method from the era of Qi Refiners."

Chu Tianshu was taken aback: "Huh?"

But this set of boxing techniques of mine was compiled by people from the Ming Dynasty in another world.

We can't keep pushing and optimizing until it becomes even more outdated.

"It seems you're also unaware of the inside story."

Feng Jianhua said smugly, "But I can't be wrong."

"People believe that internal energy is passed down from Qi cultivators, but that's not entirely true." "Later generations' internal energy can't permanently improve physical qualities, but the power of Qi cultivators has a strong nourishing effect on the physical body from the very beginning. The thicker the power, the stronger the physical body."

"Although my physical body is still inferior to those divine generals and warriors, I don't gorge myself on the resources of the spirit world like they do..."

Through Feng Jianhua's explanation, Chu Tianshu gained an understanding of the characteristics of Qi Refiners.

Qi cultivators, after reaching a certain limit in their cultivation, temporarily forgo relying on resources from the spiritual realm and instead rely solely on their understanding of the principle of reversal at the extremes in "dynamic exercises" to directly push towards that limit.

It was just a little bit of seemingly intentional, seemingly unintentional understanding; no further understanding of how internal energy circulates was required.

If you can get through, your internal energy will naturally develop. It's not too late to learn the internal energy pathmap later.

In the ancient times, innocence reigned, and the body was perfectly formed. The fertile soil was burned, and yellow sprouts grew spontaneously!
The physical body is the fertile soil, and the striving spirit is the blazing flame.

Therefore, later generations referred to this quality of skill as "Huangya True Qi".

The stronger Huangya's true qi, the stronger his physical body, and even his spirit.

There is a saying that "yellow sprouts will eventually grow into mature plants, and will then produce the three flowers of essence, energy, and spirit".

The gathering of the three flowers at the top of the head makes one appear like an immortal, but even in the era of Qi cultivators, that was a rare achievement, and later generations only heard about it.

Chu Tianshu couldn't help but recall the contents of "The Heart Fire Fist Manual of Breaking into Shaolin".

Arhats, having reached this point, have a stable foundation; mortal beings, having just entered the Vajra Samadhi, possess the ability to effortlessly grasp the true essence, and subtly achieve the power of Samadhi!

So this Samadhi power is the Yellow Sprout True Qi?

The martial arts of that Republican era all pursued the path of "three-in-one body", which is similar to the practice of Qi cultivation.

Knowing this, Chu Tianshu understood that it was indeed not suitable for him to look at any internal energy cultivation manuals at the moment.

He was just one step away from achieving Samadhi Power; what he needed was that unintentional, genuine understanding.

If you learn about internal energy cultivation techniques at this point, even if you don't actively practice them, you might still get distracted later.

If you haven't passed that hurdle yet, first develop your internal strength.

It would be even more difficult to purify this internal energy to the level of Yellow Sprout True Qi.

Seeing that Chu Tianshu intended to continue practicing, Feng Jianhua and the others decided not to disturb him.

The old principal went out the door, turned to the side of the building, and looked out the window of his bedroom.

call out!
Feng Jianhua leaped up, his toes touching the third-floor window, and crouched down to enter.

Okay.

Aside from some cracks in the floor tiles, the bed was a bit messy, and there were a few alloy fragments nailed to the TV screen.

A large, human-shaped dent was formed in the wall.

The room is generally intact!
Feng Jianhua walked to the wardrobe, pushed aside the clothes hanging inside, and reached into a hidden compartment.

The hidden compartment was opened, revealing a book, five or six red and blue porcelain medicine bottles, and a knife.

"The 'Hate Heaven Technique'."

Feng Jianhua touched the cover of the book.

This is the most powerful internal skill manual in their martial arts school.

The roc spreads its wings, lamenting how low the sky is, and soars straight up to ninety thousand miles.

If Chu Tianshu's talent were average or above average, passing on this internal skill would be fine, but his talent is too good.

"It's better not to harm anyone."

Feng Jianhua thought, "When the time comes, I'll lend him my authority so he can go to the Special Police Department to purchase high-end secret manuals."

"However, it remains to be seen whether I can get through the Ghost Market."

The old principal thought to himself, "Why don't I write a letter of recommendation now as a safeguard?"

Hmm, isn't this a bit unlucky? It's like I'm cursing myself to not get through this.

Feng Jianhua pondered for a moment.

Forget it, the murderous aura in those paintings is almost gone. I'll go downstairs and wipe the knife clean first; it's been years since I've used it.

He put down the manual and picked up the knife.

The blade was half-drawn out, casting a dark golden light on the old man's face.

The sun was about to set, and the western sky was turning a pale yellow.

Du Chen trimmed his beard with a razor, wearing a white lab coat over his light blue shirt, and stood inside the floor-to-ceiling window, enjoying the sunlight.

Even on snowy days, the sunset can still give people's faces a golden glow.

He heard voices behind him.

"Wang Bo is dead..."

(End of this chapter)