Half-human, half-ghost, the number one divine fist

Lin Fusheng looked at Zheng Tingyuan's face, which was full of doubt and eager to know the truth.

He thought for a moment, then remained silent, taking a step back and resuming his boxing stance.

The starting stance of this move is completely different from the previous one.

Zheng Tingyuan's eyes widened instantly.

Lin Fusheng's punches always start with a direct strike.

Fast and fierce.

End!

Every punch is delivered to its fullest extent, every punch is pushed to its maximum extent.

Where the fist passed, the air seemed to be torn open, emitting a low whistling sound.

This is not perfect.

This is--

Zheng Tingyuan stopped breathing.

He saw Lin Fusheng change his tactics.

The punch, delivered to its fullest extent, was not withdrawn for defense, but instead transformed into a palm strike, the edge of which traced an arc in the air.

That's not releasing the force, that's swallowing it up.

Like a river flowing into the sea, like all rivers flowing into the abyss.

"Everyone's understanding of different boxing styles, when reaching the pinnacle, is different."

"This is...the pinnacle!!"

Zheng Tingyuan suddenly stood up.

His knee struck the corner of the table, causing the teacup to tip over and tea to spill down the edge of the table, dripping at his feet.

But Zheng Tingyuan didn't pay attention; he just stared intently at Lin Fusheng.

"you..."

Reaching the pinnacle.

In the 630 years since its founding, Liuhequan has only produced eight masters who have reached the pinnacle of their art.

The most recent one is the former sect leader.

Further back was his master's master, a figure who had fought against the top martial arts champion of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Every time someone reaches the pinnacle of their art, it adds a significant chapter to the history of the sect.

Their names are engraved on the stone tablet in the ancestral hall. The first lesson for every true disciple is to kneel in front of the tablet and memorize these names.

Six hundred and thirty years.

Eight.

At that moment, a sixteen-year-old boy stood in front of him.

This young man was not a disciple of any sect, had no master, and no one knew where he came from or who he learned his boxing from.

Just three months ago, he single-handedly honed Liuhequan to a level that only eight people in the 630-year history of this martial art had ever reached.

Zheng Tingyuan suddenly felt that he had wasted the last seventy years of his life like a dog.

Outside.

Qi Mingchuan leaned against the cold brick wall and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.

He couldn't hear his own breathing.

Or rather, he has forgotten how to breathe.

Reaching the pinnacle.

He is a true disciple.

Nineteen years have passed, and he knows better than anyone the weight of those four words.

This is something that can't be achieved through talent alone, nor has it been related to hard work.

This is an insurmountable barrier.

The Liuhequan sect currently has over three hundred disciples, but only twenty-one are considered true disciples.

Of the twenty-one people, he was the only one who had reached the threshold of perfection in the Stone Skin stage.

At the age of twenty-three, he had mastered the Liuhequan style and was already the most talented practitioner of the Shipi stage of Liuhequan.

He is already stronger than 99% of the people in the sect.

Ke Linfu was sixteen years old.

Reaching the pinnacle.

Qi Mingchuan looked down at his outstretched hands.

These hands have been used to practice boxing for nineteen years.

Nineteen years.

He suddenly realized he didn't know what he had been practicing for the past nineteen years.

"Did I just end up on a dog's back?"

In the room.

Zheng Tingyuan remained silent for a long time.

Moonlight slanted in through the window, falling on his graying beard and hair.

He looked at the calm-faced young man in front of him, as if trying to etch that youthful face into his very being.

"You have no master or teacher, nor have you ever joined any sect."

Lin Fusheng nodded.

Zheng Tingyuan took a deep breath.

That breath lingered in his chest for a long time, as if it were pressing down on something churning inside.

"Would you be willing to become the young sect master of the Six Harmonies Fist Sect?"

Qi Mingchuan heard these words outside the door and froze on the spot.

Young Sect Master.

He had been in the sect for nineteen years and knew the weight of those three words.

The Liuhequan sect has existed for 630 years, and has only had three junior sect leaders.

Every time a sect establishes a foundation, it means that the sect's fortune, direction, and inheritance for the next few decades are entirely entrusted to one person.

This is an unparalleled honor for the Liuhequan School!

"I do not wish to join any sect."

Lin Fusheng thought for a moment, then shook his head and refused.

In a sense, this is not a good thing.

In this world, every level of power has its own opponents. The Six Harmonies Fist Sect certainly has enemies as well, and joining them might not necessarily be a good thing.

Zheng Tingyuan was stunned upon hearing this.

This is the position of young sect leader.

Having lived to such an old age, he had seen countless people kneeling outside sects and countless people spending their entire fortunes to become disciples.

These people are only after a single spot as an introductory disciple.

But Lin Fusheng was unwilling?

He suddenly didn't know what to say, but he couldn't let the boy leave.

Zheng Tingyuan knew all too well.

Such a person might only appear once in a thousand years.

If the Six Harmonies Fist Sect misses out, the next generation's leader, and the generation after that, will wake up in the middle of the night, remember this night, and then beat their chests in regret.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the embarrassment and disappointment of being rejected.

"So what do you want?"

Zheng Tingyuan's voice was very soft, so soft that even he felt it wasn't his own voice, "The Six Harmonies Fist Sect has everything. Techniques, medicinal herbs, connections, weapons, whatever you want, I'll get it for you."

This time, Lin Fusheng did not refuse immediately.

If so, could I use the Six Harmonies Fist Sect to help me hunt down the ominous?

This thought emerged in Lin Fusheng's mind.

He was pondering whether the strength of the ominous force would affect the final strength of the characteristic.

Is the Devouring Sea Force so terrifying because the Corpse-Suppressing Grand Duke is too strong? And if it were a weaker, ominous creature, it might not be so strong?

So, when he was still weak, if some powerful people could hunt down ominous creatures for him and allow him to absorb soul materials from afar, it would be a very beneficial thing for him.

This is essentially an exchange: joining the Six Harmonies Fist Sect might mean facing enemies of the Six Harmonies Fist Sect, but it also offers the possibility of obtaining 'Soul Materials'.

Thinking of this, Lin Fusheng remembered something else.

"Sometimes, people's choices are already decided in advance, at some point in time."

"Even if I don't join the Six Harmonies Fist Sect, with my unparalleled mastery of the Six Harmonies Fist, would the sect's greatest enemy let me go?"

Lin Fusheng quickly went through various thoughts in his mind and finally decided to join the Liuhequan Sect.

Now we'll see if Zheng Tingyuan can meet his request.

Zheng Tingyuan felt puzzled at this moment.

He had thought the boy would want money, status, or something else, but this was what Lin Fusheng wanted.

"It's a bit difficult."

Zheng Tingyuan sighed and spoke frankly, "These kinds of things are not easy to hunt. You can't just go and run into them whenever you want. The weaker ones are ominous, few in number and hard to find; the strong ones are too dangerous to mess with, and most of them require a large number of firearms to kill them."

"However, if you are willing to become the young sect leader, I will definitely find a way to take you hunting one."

Although it is unknown why Lin Fusheng has this need.

But Zheng Tingyuan could probably guess a little.

It's estimated that this young man had some relatives or friends, or at least a very good relationship with them, who died in the disaster along the river road and harbored a deep-seated desire to take revenge himself.

Or perhaps, when that monster was besieged by the powerful members of the Tongxin Society, the energy it emitted injured Lin Fusheng, and the kid is still angry.

Youthful impetuosity is understandable.

"Okay, I agree."

Lin Fusheng readily agreed.

Zheng Tingyuan was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

He was laughing when he suddenly turned his head away and wiped the corner of his eye with his sleeve.

The Six Harmonies Boxing School, from this day forward—

A hidden dragon emerges from the abyss!

"Good, good. From tonight onwards, you will be the young sect master of my Six Harmonies Fist Sect."

"It's settled. When we return to the sect another day, I'll take you to the ancestral hall to pay homage to the past masters and have your name written into the genealogy."

After settling on this matter, Zheng Tingyuan suddenly turned his head towards the direction of the shadow of the corridor pillar.

"Mingchuan, come out."

Qi Mingchuan paused for a moment, then stepped out of the shadows.

He didn't know when he was discovered. He thought he had hidden himself very well. He held his breath as low as possible and even tried to stop his heartbeat.

But Master Zheng still found out.

He lowered his head and walked up to Zheng Tingyuan.

"Do you know Lin Fusheng's current status? Speak up and greet the young sect leader."

Zheng Tingyuan said expressionlessly, looking at Qi Mingchuan.

This kid's talent is far inferior to Lin Fusheng's, and today he kept saying he was wasting time. How could he have the nerve to say that? Huh? Where's his face?

Qi Mingchuan didn't look up; he bent down in front of Lin Fusheng.

"Greetings, Young Sect Master."

Lin Fusheng politely helped Qi Mingchuan up. He knew that Qi Mingchuan was somewhat dissatisfied with him today, but the two had no real grudges.

"Oh, right."

Just then, Zheng Tingyuan's expression suddenly became serious.

"Not a single word of what happened tonight is to be spread."

He looked at Qi Mingchuan, then at Lin Fusheng.

"The Iron Palm people have arrived in Songjiang. Their feud with our Six Harmonies Fist is a blood feud that started many years ago and cannot be resolved."

"If they find out that the sect has a new young sect leader, the first thing they will do is find a way to get rid of you."

"I will secretly send someone back to the sect to find a reliable person and tell the old sect leader who has been in seclusion about this matter. Although the old sect leader has not come out of seclusion for twenty years, he must still be alive."

"Although he has been in seclusion for twenty years, he will definitely come out if he knows this news."

"This matter must not be leaked before the old sect leader arrives in Songjiang, because I'm not sure how many hidden strength cultivators the Iron Sand Palm side has sent. If they find out this news, they might just come straight to the Mo family!"

The two nodded quickly, their faces serious and solemn.

Zheng Tingyuan then told the two of them to go back.

Lin Fusheng took his leave and returned to his own courtyard.

Qi Mingchuan also withdrew.

Zheng Tingyuan sat alone by the window.

He slowly raised his hand, and as Lin Fusheng had just instructed, he lowered his waist and hips, placing his weight on the soles of his feet, allowing the force to travel up from his heels.

The third move is the single whip followed by the lifting hand posture.

He has been practicing this move for seventy years.

Different.

The energy no longer lingered in the back of the knees; it flowed down the legs, through the waist, along the spine, and steadily reached the shoulders.

He stared blankly at his hands.

The seventh move: tuck your elbows in by three-tenths of an inch.

The thirteenth movement involves adjusting your breathing; exhale when exerting force, instead of inhaling.

One punch.

The air emitted a low, whistling sound.

He recognized the voice.

Seventy-three years ago, when he was six years old, he watched his master demonstrate this set of boxing techniques for the first time in the ancestral hall. At that time, his master was in his prime, and when he threw a punch, the air seemed to whistle.

For so many years, he thought it was just because he was young and strong, or that he was old and weak and could no longer throw such a punch.

But Zheng Tingyuan never imagined that he had actually thrown the wrong punch.

Zheng Tingyuan slowly lowered his hand.

The moonlight stretched his shadow very long.

He sat there for a long, long time without saying a word, his eyes slowly reddening.

"In my lifetime, Zheng Tingyuan may still have the opportunity to glimpse the pinnacle of achievement."

"Hahaha, hahahaha!!"