Becoming an immortal from a canal worker

December.

There is still one month until the Dragon Head Festival.

It was late in the day, and when Chen Ping was practicing his martial arts in the courtyard, the eastern sky was still a hazy gray, and a thin layer of frost had formed on the courtyard wall, making a crunching sound when stepped on.

The exhaled breath dispersed in the air, appearing white.

Three months have passed, and the purification process is nearing completion. The five internal organs resonate faintly within the body, and the stinging pain from the blood and qi purging the four viscera has long since dissipated, replaced by a dense and full feeling, as if something has been filled.

Since last month, the resonance of the five internal organs has been able to be actively exerted, and the force of punches and kicks is now a layer thicker than before when the power is channeled throughout the body.

Chen Ping stood still, took a deep breath, and struck out with his palm.

As the palm strikes outward, qi and blood radiate outward, and the palm wind carries an outward-expanding force.

Withdraw your palm, sink your breath, and follow with the Yin palm. Gather your Qi and blood inward, and make your palm strike dense and deep, as if drilling inward.

Yin and Yang alternate repeatedly.

He has been practicing this palm technique for almost a year. From beginner to expert to master, each stage is like chiseling stone, chiseling again and again until his palms go numb and his shoulders and back ache. He has been chiseling until today.

Today feels different.

The yang palm extends and retracts, the yin palm follows, and at that moment of connection, everything suddenly flows smoothly.

It's like a tenon that's been stuck for a long time suddenly fitting in, effortlessly and without leaving a trace. The Yin and Yang palms flow freely between the fingers and palms.

Then, he struck out with his palm, connecting fist and palm, carrying the force of a stone-shattering blow. The power rose from the soles of his feet, flowing through each joint, and by the moment the fist exploded, it was impossible to distinguish whether it was a palm or a fist, yin or yang.

A line of small print flashed across my retina.

【Two Elements Palm: Grand Completion】

[Current progress: 1/???]

Chen Ping stared at the string of question marks, then lowered his hand, understanding dawning on him.

Incomplete.

Just as recorded in the booklet, this martial art was incomplete, and mastery was its limit.

He withdrew his palm technique, stood in the courtyard for a moment, and mentally reviewed the energy flow he had just used. Combined with Divine Speed ​​and Crushing Stone Force, and with the same level of refinement, he was confident he could continue.

......

In the Bai family's courtyard, several workers were moving boxes.

The sky was overcast, the clouds hung low, as if it were about to snow. The light in the courtyard was dim and hazy. A few withered trees stood in the corner of the wall, their bare branches stretching out, making a soft rustling sound when the wind passed by.

Bai Chongshan stood under the corridor, holding a list in his hand, and was talking quietly with Bai Ming. The handover was nearing completion, with only a few things left to be done, and it would be finished in another half month.

The gate to the courtyard was open.

Suddenly, footsteps came from outside, one after another, step by step, on the bluestone slabs, the sound was very heavy, as if something was pressing down on them.

The servant boy looked up and saw a tall man strutting in through the gate. He was over six feet tall, with broad shoulders, a thick back, and a sturdy neck. There was an old scar on his face that ran diagonally from his left cheekbone across his jaw. His complexion was dark, as if it had been exposed to the elements for many years. He wore a worn-out dark robe, with nothing around his waist and his hands free. He walked with a swagger, his eyes scanning the courtyard with an air of nonchalance, as if he were in his own home.

The servant in the courtyard jumped to his feet and shouted, "You lad, how dare you just barge in like that!"

Bai Chongshan heard the noise, looked up, and glanced towards the courtyard gate.

The order slipped halfway down my hand.

He strode over, stood before the man, took a deep breath, and bowed, saying, "Sir, why didn't you give me advance notice?"

The man glanced down at him, then spoke in a deep, gruff voice: "My name is Sui Guan. You must be Bai Chongshan, the head of the Bai family?"

Bai Chongshan quickly waved his hands to his left and right, and the waiters and servants all withdrew, making the courtyard quiet. He turned to the side and led the way towards the inner hall, saying, "Please come in, sir, let's talk inside."

Bai Ming stood beside Bai Chongshan without speaking, his expression calm. He glanced at Sui Guan for a moment, then lowered his eyes.

Sui Guancha noticed the gaze, turned his head, looked Bai Ming up and down, then looked away and stared at Bai Chongshan, saying, "Where is the boy you wrote about in your letter? Mastered the Great Perfection of Bone Refining Realm Fist Technique?"

Sui Guan stepped forward, looking down at Bai Chongshan, his eyes narrowing: "Do you know that deceiving Cangwutai is a serious crime?"

Bai Chongshan took a half step back, straightened his back, raised his head, and said in a low but steady voice: "This humble subject dares not, even if you gave me ten thousand lives, I would not dare to deceive Cangwu Terrace."

Sui Guan stared at him for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and chuckled, "I'm not going to eat anyone, what are you afraid of? Bring that boy out."

Bai Chongshan said, "Sir, please come inside and have a few cups of tea. I will speak slowly."

Sui Guan smacked his lips, turned and walked towards the inner hall, casually saying, "Alright, I'm thirsty anyway."

Upon entering the inner hall, Sui Guan glanced around, found a chair near the door, sat down, casually spread his legs, leaned back in the chair, and looked up at Bai Chongshan.

Bai Chongshan said, "Why don't you sit in the seat of honor, sir?"

Sui Guan waved his hand: "You people have so many rules. It doesn't matter where I sit. Tell me, where is that young man?"

Bai Chongshan sat down opposite Sui Guan, poured two cups of tea, pushed one towards him, and said, "That young man is currently in Qingkou Town, and is the manager of the Qingyi Society in Qingkou Town."

Sui Guan picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Oh, so he's a martial arts practitioner. Is he really as old as you say? He looks no more than twenty?"

"I would never dare to lie to you, sir," Bai Chongshan said. "The Bone Refining Realm Great Completion Fist Technique is indeed true. You can go and see it another day, sir, and watch the young man practice martial arts. But please do not show yourself."

Sui Guan put down his teacup, intrigued, and sat up straighter: "Oh, you still want to keep it a secret?"

Bai Chongshan raised his head, his gaze steady: "My lord, please wait a little longer. At the Dragon Head Ceremony a month from now, I will present you with a meritorious service."

Upon hearing the word "meritorious service," Sui Guan leaned forward slightly, his eyes sharpening: "Tell me, what merits can be made in this small place?"

Bai Chongshan said, "During the Dragon Head Ceremony, the Huamen Sect will take advantage of the gap when Prefect Qian is transferred to wipe out the Green Robe Society."

The inner hall fell silent for a moment.

Sui Guan's eyes turned cold: "Sects interfering in the affairs of the prefectural city? The Hua Sect? Are you sure?"

"Confirmed," Bai Chongshan said. "Qi Renwu, the steward of the Dan Hall, is currently at the Bai Gang."

"Qi Renwu?"

Sui Guan repeated the name, then tilted his head back, chuckled, revealing his teeth, and the laughter rolled out of his throat, growing louder and louder, carrying a chilling undertone.

"The Hua Sect, hahaha," he stood up, paced a few steps in the inner hall, laughing incessantly, "Those few True Immortals from their sect who are on the battlefield are begging me to go back and let me look after the younger generation within the sect..."

He stopped in his tracks, his laughter abruptly ceased, and his eyes shot forward like daggers.

"It seems that it won't be long before they see their juniors on the battlefield."

"Okay, okay."

Bai Chongshan rose to see him off. At the door, Sui Guan stopped, not turning back, and casually asked, "What's that young man's name?"

"Chen Ping."