Transmigrating to the Primordial Era as a Peerless Great Witch, Changing Fate in the Primordial Worl

After Kongjian finished speaking, he couldn't help but shake his head, his face showing a look of deep emotion at the vastness and difficulty of martial arts.

He himself deeply understands this difficulty.

"So that's how it is," Wei Xiaobao said, his pupils contracting slightly.

This systematic division gave him an incredibly clear understanding of his current capabilities and future goals.

His physical strength is equivalent to the tenth level of the Acquired Realm, but because he lacks internal energy, his actual combat power might be stronger than an ordinary tenth level Acquired Realm cultivator.

However, once they face even an opponent who has just entered the Innate Realm, their fatal weaknesses of lacking internal strength and having limited methods will be immediately exposed, making their chances of winning slim.

His goal, however, clearly cannot be limited to merely being "first-class".

He then looked at Kongjian and asked naturally:

"Then, junior disciple, with your abilities, what level of internal energy cultivation have you reached now?"

Upon hearing this, Kong Jian's face immediately showed a mixture of shame and helplessness.

He lowered his head, sighed, and said in a low voice, "To my shame, and I'm not afraid of being laughed at by my uncle, I'm not talented enough. I've been stuck at the second level of the Innate Realm for more than five years."

Over the past five years, I have tried every possible method and persevered in my studies, but I have still been unable to touch the threshold of the third level.

Now that I'm this old, I don't know if I'll have the chance to break through again in my lifetime.

Wei Xiaobao understood immediately; it was indeed the early stage of first-rate skill, consistent with his own perception.

He then asked with some curiosity, "Then what is your best skill, the one you have mastered the most?"

It must be some kind of Shaolin secret technique.

When Kong Jian mentioned his martial arts skills, the dejected look on his face faded slightly, replaced by a faint sense of pride that belonged to a dedicated practitioner.

He told Wei Xiaobao that he had started practicing the most basic Shaolin Long Fist since he entered the temple at the age of eleven, to strengthen his muscles and bones.

Fortunately, he was lucky enough to be noticed by his mentor at the time, the late Zen Master Huizhi, who took him in as a disciple. He learned things much faster than his fellow disciples.

Later, his master saw that he had a decent talent for finger strength, so he guided him to master the "One-Finger Zen" finger technique, one of the seventy-two Shaolin arts.

He devoted himself to studying and practicing day and night, never daring to slack off in the slightest. Until the age of fifty-three, he felt that he had finally "slightly grasped the basics" of this profound finger technique.

After practicing One-Finger Zen for forty-two years, he has only "slightly grasped the basics"?

Upon hearing this, Wei Xiaobao's expression stiffened.

He was speechless. Forty-two years. How many forty-two years does one have in a lifetime?

Moreover, judging from Kong Jian's tone, this "slight glimpse into the basics" seems to be a pretty good achievement?

Does every Shaolin skill require such a long time to even barely master?

If that's the case, then it would be a pipe dream for me to expect to find and master a powerful internal and external cultivation technique that suits me in a short period of time.

Rather than wasting decades in this Shaolin Temple, it would be better to give up on this idea altogether, focus on collecting rare and precious materials, continue to use resources to build up physical strength, or find other shortcuts to achieve quick results.

Just as Wei Xiaobao was secretly complaining and even having second thoughts, Kong Jian was completely unaware of his unusual emotions.

On the contrary, Kong Jian looked at Wei Xiaobao with an even more obvious look of pride on his face.

With a hint of pride, he added, "Uncle-Master, you may not know this, but in forty-two years, you've cultivated One-Finger Zen to the 'first glimpse of the path' level."

In the thousand-year history of Shaolin Temple, Kongjian can be ranked third.

This achievement was enough for him to be proud of among the many monks in the temple who practiced finger techniques.

However, this smug look didn't last long.

Kong Jian quickly recalled his predicament of stagnant internal energy, and his expression was once again shrouded in frustration.

He shook his head and sighed to Wei Xiaobao:

"Unfortunately, as I get older, my energy and vitality are not as strong as they were in my prime."

If his internal energy cultivation doesn't make any breakthroughs in the next few years, then his finger techniques will likely truly stagnate, with little further progress.

His words were filled with deep emotion at the hardships of martial arts and the relentless passage of time.

After reflecting on his experience, Kong Jian, seeing that Wei Xiaobao still showed interest in martial arts, naturally offered his advice.

He said to Wei Xiaobao, "Since you are so interested in our sect's martial arts, why don't you go to the Scripture Pavilion to take a look?"

The first floor of the Sutra Repository houses a large collection of basic martial arts techniques, internal energy cultivation methods, as well as cultivation notes and martial arts insights from senior masters.

Uncle-Master can start with these basics to cultivate interest and learn about martial arts common sense.

If you encounter any difficulties while reading, you can always ask him or consult other skilled fellow disciples in the temple.

Upon hearing Kong Jian's words, Wei Xiaobao was immediately overjoyed.

This is truly a case of "searching high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly".

He was just wondering how to "naturally" ask to go to the library when Kongjian offered him this perfect opportunity.

Moreover, judging from Kong Jian's tone, he clearly believed that he, as the "senior uncle," should start by learning the most basic and simple martial arts knowledge.

This perfectly fits his current persona as a "martial arts novice" and will not arouse any suspicion.

He immediately nodded, his face showing an expression of "accepting good advice" and "humbly learning," and said to Kongjian, "What my nephew said is indeed reasonable."

What you learn from books is never enough; you have to see it for yourself.

"How about this, nephew, if you have nothing to do right now, why don't you accompany me to the Sutra Repository?"

I need to carefully select a powerful internal energy cultivation method suitable for a beginner like me.

When the time comes, I'll need your advice, nephew, to help me decide on the right path, so I don't choose the wrong one.

Shall we go now?

Seeing that Wei Xiaobao had adopted his suggestion and was in a positive mood, Kong Jian naturally had no reason to object.

He immediately put his hands together and respectfully replied, "I will obey my master's instructions."

It is my duty as a junior disciple to guide my senior master and offer some guidance.

So, led by the old monk Kongjian, Wei Xiaobao and his companion left the noisy martial arts arena and headed deeper into the Shaolin Temple.

We walked steadily toward the ancient building, the Sutra Repository, which has been the site of countless martial arts secrets and legends.

The two walked along the stone path shaded by ancient cypress trees, winding through layers of palaces and corridors.

Along the way, they encountered many Shaolin monks who were sweeping, walking, or talking in hushed tones. Whether they were young novices or middle-aged monks in charge, they all stopped what they were doing or walked when they saw Wei Xiaobao coming. They faced Wei Xiaobao, bowed respectfully, and addressed him as "Grandmaster Huiqing" or "Grandmaster".

Wei Xiaobao also followed the monk's etiquette he had learned in the past few days, nodding slightly or returning the greeting with one hand in a raised palm, maintaining the calm and composed demeanor of a "grandmaster uncle".

The respect shown by the monks along the way did not make Wei Xiaobao feel particularly smug.

His mind had already flown to the ancient and mysterious pavilion that was getting closer and closer in the morning light.

The Sutra Repository is the culmination of Shaolin's millennia-old martial arts wisdom, a sacred place coveted by martial arts practitioners worldwide.