Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 18 Unbelievable
When I returned to the martial arts school, the sun was already past its zenith.

Yang Jing took off his shirt and began to cultivate his qi and blood.

As you refine your Qi and blood, a panel appears before your eyes—

[Minor Mastery of the Mountain-Crushing Fist (1/500)]

As he broke through to the Ming Jin realm, his Beng Shan Quan (Crushing Mountain Fist) also advanced from the beginner stage to the minor mastery stage.

Yang Jing first practiced a set of basic boxing in the courtyard, his forehead beaded with a thin layer of sweat.

Then he walked to the stone lock, took a deep breath, bent down and steadily lifted the fifty-pound stone lock.

The bear meat I ate for lunch was truly nourishing. A warm feeling lingered in my lower abdomen, and lifting the stone weight was much easier than usual. My blood and qi circulated exceptionally smoothly.

Yang Jing then switched to the stone weight, squatted down on his shoulders, and as he stood up, he could feel the energy of the bear meat spreading through his muscles and bones. The soreness was relieved by a gentle force, and his whole body felt a comfortable warmth.

After completing these steps, Yang Jing's warm-up was finished, and he began practicing the Mountain-Crushing Fist again.

"Let your breath sink down, don't let it float in your chest."

A deep, resonant voice rang out. Sun Yong had emerged from the inner courtyard at some point and appeared behind Yang Jing. His gaze fell upon Yang Jing's boxing movements. "In the minor mastery stage of the Mountain-Crushing Fist, the emphasis is on 'power originating from the spine and the fist following the breath.' When you threw the punch just now, your waist and hips didn't twist properly, and the power dissipated."

"Greetings, Master." Yang Jing quickly bowed in greeting.

He is now a formal disciple, and according to the rules, he should address him as 'Master'.

Sun Yong nodded, dressed in black, his aura deep and steady. With his hands behind his back, he nodded slightly and said, "Now that you have entered the Ming Jin stage, you will officially begin practicing the second stage of the 'Crushing Mountain Fist,' which is the minor completion stage."

Yang Jing listened attentively.

Sun Yong continued, "This level emphasizes 'power penetrating the muscles,' requiring the integration of visible power into the movements, so that the punches are sharp and leave a mark on anything touched."

As Yang Jing listened to Sun Yong's explanation, his mind raced, and he pondered deeply.

Sun Yong stepped forward, grasped his wrist, and guided him to readjust his boxing stance, saying, "Watch closely, when you throw a punch, first sink your shoulders and drop your elbows, let your qi enter your dantian, and let the internal energy push up along your spine, then explode suddenly at your shoulder—yes, that's it!"

He personally demonstrated, breaking down each movement clearly.

The explanations ranged from the key points of exertion to the pathways of Qi and blood circulation, and were extremely detailed.

Yang Jing listened attentively, memorizing every key point.

The other disciples who hadn't yet reached the initial stage looked on with envy; this was the difference between a formal disciple and a nominal disciple.

Once you become a formal disciple, you are truly master and disciple.

Professor Sun Yong was much more serious and meticulous when dealing with students than when he treated his nominal students.

Yang Jing did as instructed, and felt as if the energy of the bear meat in his body was ignited. With the flow of his fist, each punch was accompanied by a dull whistling sound.

In the past, I would always feel my muscles and bones tighten when I reached this stage, but today it was unusually smooth. The wind from my punches swept through the air and even had a faint sense of "mountain collapsing".

He became more and more engrossed in his training. The intense exercise rapidly metabolized the nutrients from the bear meat in his body, transforming them into energy that flowed into Yang Jing's body, as if every inch of his muscles was cheering.

Seeing Yang Jing's focused expression as he practiced his boxing, even Sun Yong nodded slightly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

After finishing the set of punches, Yang Jing's breathing was a little disordered, but he felt no fatigue at all. On the contrary, he felt completely refreshed.

Sun Yong stepped forward and reached out to pinch his shoulders, back, waist, and abdomen. The tendons and bones he touched were indeed not outstanding; his physical constitution was only considered inferior. He withdrew his hand and sighed softly to himself.

'It seems that the reason this kid was able to break through to the Ming Jin level so easily was mostly due to luck. With his aptitude set, there's almost no hope of him breaking through to the An Jin level.'

"Hmm, your stance is a bit more stable now," Sun Yong said in a calmer tone. "But the foundation is ultimately the physical constitution. Since your physical constitution isn't good, you need to practice more diligently in the future and not slack off."

The importance attached to it in his words had diminished somewhat compared to before.

Yang Jing smiled and replied, "Disciple has remembered, thank you for your guidance, Master!"

Sun Yong nodded, offered a few words of encouragement, and then turned to walk towards Lin Yue in the distance to begin instructing this martial arts prodigy.

In his eyes, the one who can truly shoulder the responsibility of the Sun Family Martial Arts School in the future is a genius like Lin Yue with superior talent.

After realizing that Lin Yue seemed to have feelings for his daughter Sun Ningxiang, he even thought about bringing the two together. If Lin Yue could become his son-in-law, even after he passed away, with Lin Yue around, he wouldn't have to worry about the martial arts school and his daughter.

Twilight fell.

In a restaurant in the south of the city, as soon as Lü Yang lifted the curtain to enter, he saw Zhou Lin and Zhang Kehan ​​sitting in the corner, their faces looking increasingly grim, and they hadn't even touched the food and wine on the table.

"What's wrong?" Lu Yang pulled up a chair and sat down, pouring himself a glass of wine. "I just came back from picking up goods in the prefectural city, and I haven't even gone home yet. I came to find you two, and you give me this attitude?"

He failed twice last month, which damaged his vitality and completely extinguished his hope of breaking through to the Ming Jin level. Helpless and dejected, he left the Sun Family Martial Arts School and started doing leather goods business with his elders.

Zhou Lin didn't reply, but glared at the braised beef on the table, his voice muffled: "That kid Yang Jing is done for."

"What has become?" Lu Yang paused, holding his wine glass, not quite understanding.

"He's broken through! He's reached the Ming Jin level!" Zhang Kehan ​​gritted his teeth, his voice filled with an indescribable frustration. "This morning, right in the courtyard, the headmaster himself said so, and I also asked Senior Sister Qi Yun. That kid has indeed entered the Jin level!"

Lü Yang burst out laughing, slamming his wine glass on the table. "Are you two kidding me? Yang Jing? With his aptitude? He's way inferior to the three of us. He thinks he can become a Ming Jin? Don't be ridiculous. This joke is quite amusing, hehe—"

As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of Zhou Lin and Zhang Kehan's faces out of the corner of his eye.

There wasn't a hint of a smile on their faces, and the shock and resentment in their eyes were unmistakable.

Lu Yang's smile slowly froze, and his heart skipped a beat, as if he had been hit by something.

"Are you... serious?" His voice trembled slightly.

Zhou Lin nodded, picked up his wine glass and took a big gulp, the wine dripping down his chin. "It's absolutely true. We were watching from the side. He punched the wooden stake and left a mark. The master himself said it. He's entered the Ming Jin realm."

A single punch left a mark on the wooden stake. If that punch landed on a person, it would probably knock them down in one blow. If it hit a vital spot, it could even kill an ordinary person instantly.

"Impossible," Lu Yang muttered to himself, his brows furrowing into a knot, his face turning ashen, feeling worse than if he had swallowed a fly.

He clearly remembered that when Yang Jing followed him, Yang Jing couldn't even remember the most basic boxing moves, and his physical constitution was rated as "the worst" by Senior Sister Qi Yun.

His own potential is much stronger than Yang Jing's, and he still failed. So why should that kid succeed?
A strange feeling, hard to describe, welled up in my chest—jealousy, resentment, and a strange sense of panic.

He recalled the disheveled state he was in when he left the martial arts school, the disappointed sighs of his parents, and then the fact that Yang Jing was now the master's official disciple, able to walk around Yuhe County with the master's disciple's name shining brightly. This contrast prickled him like needles, making him restless.

"How could he?" Lu Yang repeated, his voice filled with disbelief, his fingers gripping the wine glass tightly until his knuckles turned white.

The candlelight flickered in the small restaurant, illuminating the three silent and grim faces.

(End of this chapter)