The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 30: Transformation, Sexual Transformation!

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Hong Yuan has already set off.

It was early morning three days later. A thin mist hung in the air, and the official road leading to Qingxu County was full of potholes, with many puddles and muddy sections.

The sound of horses' hooves clattered.

On the back of a horse with a scraggly coat, Hong Yuan lay back leisurely, holding a wine jug in his left hand and a book in his right.

He gripped the horse's belly with his legs like iron hoops, his whole body moving forward with the horse, his figure undulating, seemingly about to fall flat on his face at any moment, but in reality, he was as steady as an old man.

The reason for the hasty departure is that we are rushing to attend the banquet.

The saying goes, "If you're not enthusiastic about attending a banquet, there's something wrong with your brain."

Hong Yuan has a very healthy mind.

If it were a wedding, the main banquet would naturally be held at dusk. However, Huang Guiling was taking a concubine, so to avoid conflict with the main wedding, the banquet would be changed to the morning or noon.

Mostly around noon.

Hong Yuan had to hurry; missing the chance to send his good brother and his son off to a family celebration would be too impolite.

The horse he was riding wasn't a particularly good one, but it was steady and knew the way well. As the horse galloped along, Hong Yuan flipped through the notes in his hand.

Of course, it was the notebook of Master Li that Yang Erhu gave him.

Over the past three days, Hong Yuan had read it many times and could recite it from memory. Now that he had nothing to do on the road, he opened it again to accompany his wine.

"The way of martial arts begins with strengthening the body and nourishing the blood, thereby obtaining the strength of both hardness and softness."

"Strong and vigorous like metal and stone breaking apart, straight and direct, destroying everything in its path. Gentle and yielding like flowing water, sometimes deflecting, sometimes guiding..."

Hong Yuan took a sip of wine. The notes were easy to understand. When a martial artist first entered the realm of true strength, his power was violent, like thunder and fire, and difficult to control. This was called hard strength.

With prolonged practice, one gradually tames the rigid force, transforming it into a gentle, skillful force, which is called soft force.

The second level of force transformation, 'free control', can also be called 'balance of hardness and softness'!
My late master, in his "Dragon and Tiger" philosophy, said: "Change arises from the interaction of hardness and softness..."

What changes?
It's definitely 'meticulous'!

"The application of force is subtle and there are many methods, such as spiraling through, soaring through the air, penetrating bones and injuring internal organs, or flying like needles... This is the skill of applying force, which depends on one's mind."

Below these lines of text are extensive annotations in smaller print, which are the results of Master Li's many years of practice, describing techniques and experiences such as cultivating strength and achieving a balance between hardness and softness.

In addition to sharing his own experiences and key points about the subtlety of the art, Master Li summarized the essence of the art in one sentence:

The force is applied as smoothly as drawing silk!
Hong Yuan nodded. His strength was like a cocoon. If one could master his own strength to the point of peeling back the layers, he would naturally be able to play with his strength and create techniques such as flying catkin force, silk-wrapping force, and techniques that could penetrate bones from a distance.

"This manuscript by Master Li is the most core secret of the Subduing Tiger Sect, and it is also something that Meng Yue of the Subduing Dragon Sect has been dreaming of."

"pity!"

Hong Yuan sighed, a hint of regret on his face.

The Fuhu School, which was founded by Master Longhu, also possesses methods for achieving subtle understanding.

After mastering the subtlety, the Subduing Tiger Force can be transformed into the Tiger-Slaying Mountain Force!
What the Dragon Subduing Sect didn't know was that Master Li died so suddenly that he didn't have time to pass on the core secrets of the 'Tiger Fiend Mountain-Splitting Force'.

The entire Fuhu Sect was founded by Master Li. He did not record the core techniques in writing, but only orally. With his death, the Fuhu Sect's subtle secret techniques were directly lost.

Hong Yuan felt a little regretful. After studying the manuscript for three days, he had already grasped the thin membrane of 'freedom of sending and receiving' and was just waiting for an opportunity to gently poke it and step into it.

While "entering the subtle" certainly increases the difficulty significantly, with the comment "exerting energy like drawing silk," Hong Yuan believed that with his own innate talent and comprehension, he could gradually penetrate it. At worst, he could explore other schools' methods of entering the subtle. The world is vast, and there are many methods; he didn't necessarily have to be fixated on the Fuhu Sect's energy techniques and go down that path to the end.

Hong Yuan's gaze fell on the last part, where Master Li sighed.

"Even the most subtle changes are merely variations in the method of force, the change in momentum, and the change in form! My master once said that above the change in form, there is another change, which is called the change in nature!"

"Gender transformation is the beginning of supernatural powers, incomparable to ordinary people! It is a great pity that I have never witnessed it in my life!"

deformation!

Gender change!

The beginning of supernatural powers?
Hong Yuan stroked his chin thoughtfully, his expression strange. Could there really be swordsmen, immortals, demons, or monsters in this world?

The distance from Yangquan to Qingxu County is only about 40 or 50 li. Even though Hong Yuan did not ride at full speed, it only took him a little over an hour to see the outline of Qingxu County.

It was a bit of a disappointment that we didn't encounter any bandits or hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress stories along the way. Instead, we did run into several groups of merchants heading to Huang Guiling's wedding banquet.

The county town's checks were lax, and Hong Yuan was able to enter smoothly after paying a small entrance fee.

Just as Hong Yuan arrived in Qingxu County, in Yangquan County, at the Yang Family Martial Arts School, a group of several people swaggered in, ignoring the astonished looks of the students, and headed straight for the main house.

The leader was the skinny old man from the Dragon King Society. This time, however, the young master Hua did not come. Instead, this old man took charge. He had also changed into a high-quality silk robe, as if he had been promoted.

He became much more flamboyant, and before even seeing Yang Erhu, he called out loudly, "Is Master Yang here? This old man has come to pay his respects again!"

A moment later, Yang Erhu's expression turned cold. He waved his hand to dismiss the group of apprentices who were about to gather around him, and looked at the withered old man with a gloomy face: "Old Jia, what are you doing here again?"

The old man surnamed Jia narrowed his eyes to slits and chuckled, "Master Yang, why be so cold-hearted? We've at least had a working relationship before..."

"Get to the point, no need for nonsense."

"Master Yang is a man of few words," the old man surnamed Jia said with a smile. "It's still the same suggestion as last time, Master Yang. Please lend a hand this time, and you'll have repaid the favor you owe us."

"I owe you nothing, please leave!" Yang Erhu raised his hand to interrupt, pointing to the door.

"Hehe! Master Yang, why don't you take a look at the gift I brought before giving your reply?" Old Man Jia clapped his hands, and a man immediately jumped out from behind him, holding a wooden box, and calmly presented it to Yang Erhu.

"No need, I can't accept your gifts."

Old Jia shook his head, stroked his beard, and smiled, "Master Yang must take a look at this gift, or he may regret it too late. Open it."

With a wave of his hand, the man opened the box and presented it to Yang Erhu.

Yang Erhu was immediately hit by a pungent, fishy smell. His pupils dilated, and inside the box were three bloody fingers and a blood-stained cloth strip.

Yang Erhu took two steps back. He was a ruthless man with many lives on his hands, so he wasn't afraid of losing a few fingers. But he felt a sense of familiarity with those three fingers and that cloth strip.

The next moment, Yang Erhu's face turned fierce, and he took a step forward. His palm, which was like a prayer mat, reached out and locked the throat of the man holding the box!

This man was quite strong, but in Yang Erhu's hands he was as immobile as a little rabbit. Yang Erhu lifted him up with one hand and swayed him to Old Man Jia's side.

Despite meeting Yang Erhu's terrifying gaze, Old Man Jia showed no fear. Instead, he straightened his clothes and calmly said, "Master Yang, I'm not afraid of death at my age. It's easy for you to kill me, but once you do, there's no going back."

A murderous glint flashed in Yang Erhu's eyes, but he ultimately did not make a move. He coldly asked, "Where is he?"

"Don't worry, Master Yang. Your friend is doing very well. However, if you want to see him, please come with me."

Yang Erhu took a deep breath, looked at the wooden box again, and slowly nodded: "Okay!"

(End of this chapter)