The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 14 Establishing Authority at the Martial Arts School
Hong Yuan spent the entire afternoon practicing the "Tiger-Taming Stance" and the Eighteen Forms of Guiding Exercises under Yang Erhu's instruction.

Thanks to his enhanced comprehension, Hong Yuan's memory and understanding abilities are also extremely high. Although he has not yet reached the level of photographic memory, he is not far off.

Yang Erhu only practiced the stance training and guiding techniques two or three times, but Hong Yuan had already mastered them.

In addition, he has excellent physical constitution, not only strong muscles and bones, but also flexibility. He can easily master the complex and demanding movements in the guiding exercises that ordinary people need to train for years.

With a serious face, Yang Erhu corrected a few mistakes for Hong Yuan and pointed out the key points, but in his heart he was amazed and exclaimed that he had found a treasure.

The training lasted until evening, when the sky darkened. Hong Yuan was covered in sweat, but he didn't feel tired at all. On the contrary, he felt extremely refreshed and happy.

On a whim, he went to the front yard and, following the method of "Rock Skill" taught by Yang Erhu, lifted the stone lock several times and played with the stone ball. Only after Yang Lie was dumbfounded and urged by Yang Erhu did he wash his face and wait for dinner.

Dinner was not as lavish as the midday feast, but it still included a large plate of beef and a pot of bone broth.

After Meimei had a hearty meal, Yang Erhu took Hongyuan for a walk in the yard. This was not like those idle people who just wandered around aimlessly. Instead, he taught him a footwork technique called "mud-walking step" and instructed him to walk in the yard for at least 15 minutes every evening after dinner.

Hong Yuan readily agreed.

This was his first time practicing the "mud-walking step." After practicing for half an hour, Yang Erhu led him to a bathing room, where a huge bathtub was placed, still emitting steaming white vapor.

Yang Erhu took out a small porcelain bottle and poured it into a porcelain bowl. Hong Yuan saw that it was a viscous and crystal clear liquid, which settled at the bottom of the bowl like jelly.

Yang Erhu poured out an amount that roughly submerged the bottom of the bowl, his face contorted with pain, and said, "This is our sect's secret 'Tiger Bone Plaster.' It can be applied topically or used as a medicinal bath. Comparatively, the medicinal bath is more effective."

He poured the ointment from the bowl into the bathtub and then scooped hot water to clean the bottom of the bowl.

"The medicinal bath doesn't need to be too long. You can come out after the water temperature drops, about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Take off your clothes and go inside!" Yang Erhu lit an incense stick in the room and then went out.

After taking a medicinal bath, Hong Yuan changed into the bright clothes prepared in the room, stretched comfortably, and felt a tingling sensation all over his body, as if many small hands were gently massaging him. Every part of him felt comfortable, and the fatigue from exercising all afternoon was gone, leaving him feeling refreshed.

This feeling is just too wonderful.

Dressed in light, bright clothes, Hong Yuan felt the gentle evening breeze, the moonlight shining down and filling his eyes. At that moment, he couldn't help but hum a cheerful tune: "The sky is dark, the moon is as bright as ever... Hot blood is exhausted, turning to dust and earth..."

'This master is truly the right one...'

Hong Yuan hummed a song as he returned to the room that Yang Erhu had prepared for him to rest.

As a martial artist, Hong Yuan's room wasn't fancy or luxurious, but it was spacious and clean, with all the necessary items. He took off his shoes and lay down on the bed fully clothed.

Unable to fall asleep for a while, I practiced the less intense movements of the Eighteen Forms of Guiding Exercises on the bed. While practicing, I even cleared my mind and tried my best to imagine the location of the Qi and blood in my body according to the meditation method in the Guiding Exercises.

Qi and blood exist in the human body, but they cannot be seen or touched.

Therefore, one must have a firm will, identify a location for oneself, such as the arm, wrist, chest, internal organs, etc., and imagine that one can control the flow of qi and blood in those parts with one's mind.

It sounds a bit idealistic, but the point is to sense or even 'touch' the Qi and blood, and the first step is to hypnotize yourself!
Through such rigorous training and repeated practice, those with unwavering faith will eventually sense the flow of qi and blood, and thus be guided by it.

In a daze.

Hong Yuan seemed to feel wisps of energy flowing within his body, sometimes gathering into a small snake, sometimes dispersing into countless strands that flowed throughout his entire body.

'Hmm?! Wasn't it said that sensing qi and blood was a difficult hurdle, requiring years of training? It doesn't seem that difficult, wait! This is because I have the talent of [Qi Circulating Through the Entire Body]...'

Hong Yuan imagined his own thoughts transforming into an invisible 'hand', using his fingers to touch the Qi and blood, guiding the Qi and blood forward, but every time he was about to touch it, the Qi and blood would dissipate and disappear.

I fell asleep without realizing it.

……

(Standing like a mountain, guiding and strengthening the body; through exercise and medicinal baths, the muscles and bones have been slightly improved. Root bone +1.)
"Ok?"

The next morning, Hong Yuan saw the row of tiny characters. As soon as he had a thought, a row of strange characters appeared before his eyes.

【Master of Blessed Land (Gray) - Beyond the Gate: Hong Yuan (18)】

[Body Constitution: 3/100]

Comprehension: 4/100

[Talent: Qi flows through the entire body, and vision is clear and penetrating]

Looking at the comprehension section, Hong Yuan vaguely felt that meditation should also have some effect on improving comprehension, but the effect was not so immediate.

'Daily meditation practice must not be missed...'

After changing into a neat outfit, I pushed open the door to the side room.

As dawn broke, Yang Lie had gotten up even earlier than Hong Yuan and was already practicing his boxing in the backyard. There were still some bruises on his face, left from Wu Duxiong's "instruction" yesterday.

"Martial Uncle!"

Wu Duxiong stood on the sidelines, arms crossed, watching calmly. Hong Yuan quickly stepped forward to greet him.

Wu Duxiong nodded: "You've come at the right time. You joined our sect yesterday, and as your senior uncle, I don't have any gifts to give you. Let's exchange a few moves first!"

"what?"

As the sun rose, the Yang Family Martial Arts School gradually became lively, with martial arts students and nominal disciples filing in one after another.

"The museum master is back after all!"

"I saw the martial arts school open yesterday, but the master just returned and probably has some things to take care of, so it's not appropriate to disturb him."

"Hey! I think so too..."

These people were mostly between their teens and twenties, with only two over thirty. The apprentices were called "masters" and the nominal disciples were called "masters." Their clothes varied, but even the average ones were neatly dressed with no patches.

After all, if someone is truly poor, how could they possibly afford even a minimum of three taels of silver per month?

Hearing the commotion, Hong Yuan went out from the backyard through the corridor and came to the front yard.

Yang Lie followed closely behind.

Hong Yuan now knows that there are a total of eighteen apprentices and nominal disciples at the Yang Family Martial Arts School. He glanced at them and saw that there were fifteen people who came, with three absent, but he didn't care much.

"Brothers, are you two new to the martial arts school?" A young man with a black mole on his left cheek approached and struck up a conversation.

Hong Yuan didn't answer, but Yang Lie chuckled and said, "Yes!"

"Oh! First come, first served, in order. So you all have to call me senior brother. My surname is Zhou..."

Before the young man surnamed Zhou with a mole on his face could finish speaking, a light cough was heard, and Yang Erhu's burly figure appeared behind Hong Yuan and Yang Lie.

The young man surnamed Zhou hurriedly asked, "Master Yang, how are you feeling?"

"Very well, you go back to the crowd first, I have something to announce."

Yang Erhu's loud voice drew the attention of the others, who turned to greet him and wondered what the host was about to announce.

However, the owner looked pleased, so it must be a good thing.

Yang Erhu then beckoned to Hong Yuan, signaling him to stand in front of the stage, and said with a smile, "This is my newly accepted disciple, named Hong Yuan." Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in commotion, all looking at Hong Yuan with astonished expressions.

"Inner disciple? What is an inner disciple? How is he different from us?" Some people looked completely bewildered.

"Fool! An inner disciple is someone who can enter the inner circle, someone chosen by the master to inherit his mantle. They're different from us who pay to learn the art." The speaker was full of envy.

Most of the crowd expressed envy, but a few had gloomy faces and stared at Hong Yuan with unfriendly eyes.

Hong Yuan observed everyone's behavior, his smile remaining unchanged.

Yang Erhu waved his hand to quell the commotion and continued, “When you come to my Yang Family Martial Arts School to learn martial arts, you may call me ‘Master’ if you are far away, or ‘Master’ if you are close. But in reality, you do not have a real master-disciple relationship with me. Therefore, you may call my disciples ‘Senior Brother’ or call them by their names.”

He waved his hand: "Alright, let's continue training!"

Immediately, the group separated, some practicing stances, others practicing guiding exercises, while still others lifted stone weights or struck jujube wood stakes and sandbags on the sidelines.

Several people even started practicing fist and foot techniques, and some even sparred with each other, shouting loudly.

Yang Erhu paced back and forth inside and outside the training ground, correcting and pointing out the apprentices' mistakes from time to time, shouting and scolding them, and sometimes asking Hong Yuan to give them pointers as well.

Although Hong Yuan had only studied for half a day, he had already mastered everything and was not intimidated. He pointed out the mistakes his apprentices made in their practice.

Yang Erhu stroked his beard and remained silent, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

In front of the jujube wood stake.

A young man with broad shoulders and a burly build, large and powerful hands, struck the wooden stake with his palms or knuckles with a loud thud. His eyes were sharp and fierce.

Two other young men slowly approached.

"Meng Yue, what do you say?" The rather short, stocky young man stared at the young man hitting the wooden stake and suddenly spoke.

Meng Yue paused, then suddenly kicked out, lashing the jujube wood stake like a whip. He wiped the sweat from his face and said in a muffled voice, "What else can we say? Master has already made his decision. What can we do?"

"I can not be reconciled!"

Another young man, with a pair of conspicuous, protruding ears, slammed his hand on the wooden stake and gritted his teeth, saying, "The three of us have been in the martial arts school for at least two years, always competing against each other, all for the chance to become Yang's disciples. We never expected that some brat who appeared out of nowhere would beat us to it..."

"Why should I?" the young man with protruding ears asked resentfully.

Meng Yue's eyes darkened; how could he not be angry?
The three were the most skilled among the many apprentices at the martial arts school. They had always considered each other rivals and didn't get along well. But at this moment, they all felt a sense of shared hatred for each other.

Since they chose to enter the martial arts school to learn martial arts, they naturally had a certain obsession with martial arts. They knew that only by truly becoming Yang Erhu's disciples could they learn the secret martial arts, not the kind of stance training and guiding techniques that could be learned by paying money.

Moreover, Yang Erhu has no children and is over fifty years old. It's hard to say when he might fall asleep and never wake up again. Perhaps he harbors some dark thoughts of "eating off his childless son".

Therefore, the three of them usually competed with each other and tried their best to impress Yang Erhu and become his true disciples. Unexpectedly, a young man came out halfway and intercepted them, causing them to lose all their efforts.

"We can't let this go." The young man with protruding ears sneered, "Isn't that kid surnamed Hong our 'senior brother'? We'll all go up and challenge him later, beat him until he's covered in dust, and see how he still has the face to stay in the martial arts school."

The short, stocky young man shook his head: "It's one way, but it can only make Hong Yuan lose face a little. He's a disciple personally chosen by our master. If we beat him, it will only offend our master, unless..."

He had a plain appearance, but as he spoke, his eyes darted around, revealing a sinister and eerie quality. He extended one hand from his sleeve and made a downward swiping motion.

The young man with protruding ears hissed and gasped, staring at him in horror as if he were seeing this person for the first time.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Meng Yue snapped, his face filled with anger. "Shut up, and I'll pretend I didn't see anything."

"Why such a big reaction? What did I say?" The short, stocky young man muttered a few words, his eyes lowered and his face pale.

The three of them squeezed to the edge of the training ground, and with the shouts of the many apprentices around them, they thought no one could hear them. Little did they know that Hong Yuan had amazing hearing and heard their conversation without missing a single detail. At this moment, he sighed, "This is really true, wherever there are people, there is a martial arts world."

After correcting the apprentices' practice, Yang Erhu gave them a few instructions and returned to the backyard, leaving Hong Yuan to instruct the others alone.

Hong Yuan strolled leisurely toward Meng Yue and the other two.

He didn't really have any murderous intent, after all, the three were just being rude, and even if they had some malicious schemes, they ultimately didn't carry them out.

The main difference is their status. Now that he is Yang Erhu's disciple, he can't just kill an apprentice who paid money to learn martial arts so soon after he started, can he?

This belongs to the martial arts school.

Furthermore, Hong Yuan did not forget that to open the [Tai Sui Blessed Land], he had to achieve the status of being number one in both martial arts and power, which meant he needed people and influence under his command.

The batches of disciples that Yang Erhu has taught over the years are naturally the most likely to be recruited by Hong Yuan. Of course, that will have to wait until he has passed through his developmental stage before we can consider it.

Rather than resorting to entrapment and waiting for the other party to actually do something before taking drastic measures, it's better to intimidate them first and make them hide their bad intentions.

“Three junior brothers…” Hong Yuan greeted them from a distance of two or three zhang, with a smile on his face: “I heard from Master that among all the disciples of the martial arts school, the three of you are the most skilled. Master told me to get closer to the three of you, how about we have a spar?”

When Yang Erhu was instructing the apprentices, he did mention the names of everyone in the martial arts school, and also mentioned that Meng Yue and the other two were the best practitioners, but there was no mention of any 'closeness' between them.

Meng Yue and the other two were surprised that Hong Yuan would greet them, and their expressions varied. The young man with the protruding ears darkened his eyes when he heard the title "Junior Brother," and chuckled, "Senior Brother is indeed straightforward. Good! It's just the right time for me, Junior Brother, to ask for your advice."

He strode closer to Hong Yuan, and when he was about three feet away, he suddenly clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Hong Yuan also clasped his hands in a salute.

He didn't say anything about having the three of them stand side by side and catch it together, as that might be more classy, ​​but Hong Yuan wasn't at the point of talking about class right now.

【Clear Eyes and Penetrating Insight】only allows him to slightly sense danger, not some mysterious aura perception that allows him to discern the strength of his opponents. What if he is caught off guard if the three of them join forces?
As Hong Yuangang clasped his hands in a fist salute, the young man with protruding ears suddenly threw a punch at his face, as if he intended to smash Hong Yuangang's face open with one blow.

After throwing a punch, the young man with protruding ears shouted, "Watch out..."

Before he could finish speaking, the young man with protruding ears saw a blur before his eyes as Hong Yuan dodged to the side. Then, a sharp gust of wind whistled through him, and half of his face went numb with pain as he was struck by a side kick. A fierce force then surged towards him.

With a loud thud, the young man with protruding ears spun around like a windmill before crashing heavily to the ground, dizzy and disoriented, his eyes rolling back as he lost consciousness.

Fortunately, apart from the central pedestrian walkway, the training ground was covered with fine sand and gravel on both sides; otherwise, the person would probably have been injured even more severely.

Ignoring the shocked Meng Yue and his companion, as well as the other apprentices who had begun to gather around, Hong Yuan clapped his hands, beckoned two apprentices to come and help the young man with the protruding ears away to check his injuries, and then smiled at Meng Yue and his companion: "Junior brothers, let's continue..."

The short, stocky youth, his forehead covered in cold sweat, staggered backward, forcing a dry laugh: "No, no!"

"Attention!"

As Hong Yuan spoke, ignoring the short, stocky youth's attempts to push him away, he suddenly took a step and stood right in front of the youth.

The man gritted his teeth, realizing he couldn't dodge, and mustered his courage, throwing out both fists together.

Hong Yuan took a step and suddenly turned around, appearing behind the short, stocky youth. Immediately afterward, the short, stocky youth felt a large hand press on the back of his head.

The next moment, he was pinned to the ground without any resistance, his nose and face slamming deeply into the mud and sand, leaving his face covered in mud.

Hong Yuan exerted force again, and the short, stocky youth struggled violently, screaming repeatedly. After a few breaths, Hong Yuan finally released his grip and looked at the last youth named Meng Yue.

'This senior brother is ridiculously strong.'

Meng Yue took a deep breath, his expression extremely solemn, and cupped his hands, saying, "Senior brother, please!"

(End of this chapter)