All Heavens: Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts Starting from the Republic of China

The sky was pitch black, the rain roared, and blue-purple lightning swirled like dragons and snakes.

Fu Ze fell from a great height.

"That nightmare again..."

He knew perfectly well that he was dreaming, but he couldn't wake up.

It can only plummet and plummet in the endless rain! Finally, it crashes into the ground and is shattered to pieces.

The intense pain was clear and real.

call……

Fu Ze opened his eyes and let out a long breath. He found himself covered in sweat, his clothes completely soaked.

"What terrible things did I do in my past life? I feel like I'm falling to my death every night."

He didn't rush to get up. He closed his eyes again and focused his mind on his body.

"Sure enough, the meridians and acupoints have been damaged again. The few strands of spiritual energy that I managed to gather yesterday have been almost completely depleted."

Although it was a dream, the physical damage was real.

From as far back as he can remember, he has had this dream every night: falling from the sky. Each time he wakes up, his meridians are damaged, and the spiritual energy he has gathered dissipates.

This left Fu Ze feeling helpless.

The ancient land of Xuanhuang has a long history of five thousand years.

With the advancement of industry and technology, the power of metaphysics has greatly weakened, but it is still being passed down silently in the shadows.

Fu Ze's great-grandfather was originally a coffin bearer in the countryside.

When he was young, he was once caught in a dangerous situation while on a job and almost died. Fortunately, a passing wandering Taoist priest saved him and took him as a disciple, teaching him magic arts.

From then on, he left behind the profession of a sorcerer and no longer relied on adopting orphans to carry on his lineage. He was also able to marry and have children normally.

Of course, the skill of carrying the coffin was not forgotten and was passed down along with the esoteric arts.

By the time Fu Ze was born, society had already changed drastically.

Under the onslaught of industry and technology, no esoteric sect could escape its decline, falling into a state of utter ruin. Add to that the precipitous drop in spiritual energy concentration…

Most so-called spiritual practices have essentially degenerated into something akin to street performances or magic tricks.

Fu Ze grew up with his grandfather. Five years ago, his grandfather passed away, leaving him a traditional Chinese medicine shop and a piece of family heirloom jade.

The ancient jade was passed down from my great-grandfather's master and is said to possess mysterious powers.

But Fu Ze wore it for so long, and there was nothing special about it.

"Since things have come to this, let's eat first. Then, take your medicine and practice your boxing."

Fu Ze opened his eyes and got out of bed.

He was born with a naturally opened spiritual aperture—a talent that ancient cultivators dreamed of.

Only by opening the spiritual aperture can one draw in and absorb spiritual energy, and perform magical techniques.

However, his physical body was too weak!

His innate intelligence actually made him more prone to premature death.

In addition, his meridians are congenitally narrow, making it difficult to store spiritual energy, so his talent for cultivation is just for show.

Fortunately, his grandfather was skilled in traditional Chinese medicine and found a medicine for strengthening the body and nourishing the vital energy in ancient books. He also used his connections to find him a true mastery of traditional Chinese martial arts for strengthening the body.

This is what allowed Fu Ze to grow up, albeit with many bumps and stumbles...

In the courtyard. A square table.

Fu Ze brewed a pot of tea.

Unfolding the Xuan paper, the brush moves like dragons and snakes.

moment.

A talisman was drawn.

This is a talisman for calming the mind and focusing the spirit. Fu Ze would draw one before each boxing practice session.

The process of drawing talismans allows him to eliminate distractions and focus his mind.

It was just a trivial skill, yet it allowed his martial arts to improve even faster.

Fu Ze straightened his back and hunched his shoulders, his feet spread apart in a half-horse stance, toes pointing forward, feet parallel. His spine was straight, chin slightly tucked in. His knees were bent, in a half-sitting position, his weight resting on the center of his feet. His hands were clenched into open fists, one fist pointing upwards and the other downwards.

This is the Yin-Yang Stake.

The most fundamental stance training in Bajiquan.

After standing there until he felt warm all over, he moved!

Push off the ground and rotate the hips, the power originates from the root and is transmitted along the shinbone to the waist and hips. Rotate the waist and sink the elbow, the front hand twists the shoulder and drills, like drawing a bow and shooting an arrow, the rear hand supports the elbow and protects the ribs, which is the "top, embrace, flick, lift, hip, support" of Bajiquan... the so-called six openings!

He stomped his foot, the soles of his feet grinding and pressing together, unleashing a gunpowder-like explosive force that surged from his feet to his fists through the twisting of his muscles. A powerful, earth-shattering punch landed directly in front of him, the air whistling as it struck.

If someone is more than half a foot away from him, their hair will be whipped up by the force of his punches.

The power and ferocity of Bajiquan are incredible!

Fu Ze has a delicate and refined appearance. But when he starts practicing boxing, it's like a tiger descending the mountain or a dragon emerging from the sea.

The momentum is amazing.

……

Fu Ze fought faster and faster, his punches creating explosive sounds.

Sometimes it's like a balloon exploding, and a moment later it's like a series of firecrackers, or a steel whip being lashed out, endlessly.

In traditional Chinese martial arts, there's a saying, "A single sound is worth a thousand pieces of gold," referring to the fact that when a person's skill reaches the level of "Ming Jin" (明劲), a full-force strike can generate the force of a thousand pounds and create an air explosion. Fu Ze, however, unleashed a series of explosions!

His boxing style already blends strength with softness, and his moves flow like clouds and water. Finally, he returns to the Two Forms Upward Elbow, his muscles suddenly tense, his eyes close, and he exhales.

call……

The sound was like water boiling in a teapot.

Even though it wasn't winter, a clearly visible white beam of air shot straight out of his mouth, extending a full foot forward.

A few seconds later, Fu Ze opened his eyes.

He chuckled softly, a hint of helplessness in his voice.

"The family's secret techniques weren't properly mastered, but the fist techniques my grandfather begged for are going quite well. I wonder if we've put the cart before the horse?"

Of course, we can't blame him for this.

Because of congenitally narrow and fragile meridians, spiritual energy is difficult to gather and dissipates in nightmares every night, making it difficult to cultivate magic.

Fu Ze returned to the stone table, where the freshly brewed tea was still warm.

I had just taken a sip when I heard voices outside the door.

"Is Fu Ze home?"

"Yes, Lao Xu, come in. The gate isn't locked."

crunch.

A thin, middle-aged man wearing glasses walked quickly to his stone table and sat down.

"Here you go, freshly arrived pre-Qingming Longjing tea."

Fu Ze poured him a cup of tea.

"Old Xu, why aren't you at your shop? What brings you here so early in the morning?"

"What? Can't I come to see you if there's nothing wrong?"

The middle-aged man glared at him and downed the tea on the table in one gulp.

His name is Xu Xinyi. Both his parents held high positions. He himself was used to a life of leisure and chose to relax, running an antique and collectible shop on the city's antique street.

On one occasion, Fu Ze strolled around the antique street, hoping to find some genuine Xuanmen (mystical arts) artifacts. He discovered, however, that the shop had a wooden carving imbued with evil spirits on display.

If Fu Ze hadn't intervened, he probably wouldn't have been drained dry by the evil spirits for long.

After this incident, Xu Xinyi's worldview was completely shattered—he thought everyone was just playing tricks, but it turns out you were serious!

Because of the resources left by his parents and his extensive network of friends, including people from all walks of life, he became Fu Ze's "volunteer liaison."

"Okay, okay, you can look, look as much as you want."

Fu Ze smiled and poured him another cup of tea.

Xu Xinyi coughed twice.

"Well, actually, there's something I need to do."

"I have a friend whose child is a senior at Yucheng Middle School. He's having some strange problems. So I thought I'd come and ask you for your opinion... I remember you also graduated from this school? Come to think of it, you're my junior."

Oh?

Fu Ze put down his teacup.

"Explain in detail."

"This child is named He Yuan. He's an excellent student, and his family is well-off. He's the kind of bright student who doesn't just study by rote; he's quick-witted. But starting last week, he's become extremely studious and doing homework like crazy!"

?

Fu Ze looked puzzled.

"No, isn't it good to love studying and doing homework? His parents must be laughing in their sleep! Why are you looking for me?"

Xu Xinyi gave a wry smile.

"Normally, yes, but he went a bit too far."

After a detailed explanation, Fu Ze finally understood what was going on.

He Yuan got up at 4 a.m. and started frantically working on the materials for "5 Years of College Entrance Examination and 3 Years of Simulation", and then worked on them until 1 a.m.

In other words, he only sleeps three hours a day.

Moreover, in order to study and do exercises, he only eats one meal a day and doesn't even drink water!

They wouldn't even go to the toilet, saying it was a waste of study time.

I urinate and defecate right next to my desk...

Fu Ze was deeply shocked by what he heard.

"She's gone crazy from being manipulated by PUA, hasn't she? She should see a psychologist or a psychiatrist. There's no use coming to me."

He had actually heard of similar illnesses.

But cases as severe as Heyuan's are indeed rare.

"No, no!" Xu Xinyi shook his head. "I've met He Yuan a few times, and he wasn't like this before."

"Although he's a top student, he's also sunny and cheerful, and comes from a good family. The school has a good balance of discipline, and he's the captain of the basketball team. Besides, Yucheng Middle School doesn't use a cramming approach, you know that. Moreover, he suddenly became like this."

That's true...

Looking back, Fu Ze realized that the management at his high school was indeed quite relaxed.

He Yuan's parents were very anxious about his condition and made an appointment with a psychiatrist.

But He Yuan knew it was a good idea, and flew into a rage, refusing to go to the hospital. The doctor they called to their home was also driven away.

"So," Xu Xinyi leaned closer to Fu Ze, "I think this child is possessed! I need your help to take a look."

I see……

Fu Ze nodded slightly.

"It does seem a bit like being possessed."

But what the hell is this that makes people study so obsessively and morbidly?

Did he go to Hengshui for further studies?

This ghost is really bizarre!

Nowadays, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is depleted, making cultivation extremely difficult, and ghostly things are very rare.

Fu Ze has only had nine real supernatural experiences throughout his life.

"Old Xu, do you really think those parents would want a charlatan like me? Don't let it be just you being enthusiastic. You might end up being rejected and your efforts are wasted. Forget about paying them; don't let them lure you out."

Fu Ze was short of money, but he didn't want to rush into anything.

"Oh no!"

Xu Xinyi had already stood up and was holding Fu Ze's hand.

"Mr. He already said he'd give a 500,000 yuan reward for solving his son's problem. You're really capable, what are you afraid of?"

Five hundred thousand!

Fu Ze's eyes lit up.

He recently found an ancient remedy that supposedly can repair meridians, but the required herbs are too numerous and expensive, and he's currently short of money.

……

Peninsula Rose Garden.

A famous luxury residence in Chongqing.

Xu Xinyi took Fu Ze to He Yuan's house, where they met his parents.

They were a middle-aged couple with a refined air, but their faces looked haggard.

He Wenbin, Qin Yourong.

"Brother Xu, thank you for coming to visit my He Garden on this weekend. And this is...?"

"My name is Fu Ze. I'm here to see you about your son's illness."

He got straight to the point.

Ok?

He Wenbin frowned slightly.

He found the young man before him to be quite ordinary. He seemed neither like a highly respected doctor nor a wise and sage.

Can it cure my own son?

But these were people brought by Brother Xu, so we had to give them some face. Therefore, we asked politely.

"Young Master Fu, how do you plan to treat my son? I invited an expert from the First Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University, but before they could even conduct any tests, my son kicked him out. Sigh..."

He sighed again as he said this.

Qin Yourong, standing beside her, wiped away her tears.

Parents all hope their children love learning, but when things get to the point where He Yuan doesn't care about eating, drinking, or even basic necessities, it's enough to drive anyone crazy.

Fu Ze waved his hand.

"Let's go take a look first."

The four of them got up and went to He Yuan's bedroom.

Fu Ze narrowed his eyes slightly.

From his perspective, wisps of black, fluffy smoke emanated from the cracks in the tightly closed door, creating a chilling and sinister atmosphere.

"Oh, so he really is possessed by something dirty? He really is a studious devil!" Fu Ze thought to himself.

He Wenbin opened the door.

The curtains were closed, and only a table lamp was on, making the room dimly lit.

Fu Ze saw a boy sitting against the wall. He was buried in a stack of mock exam papers that was taller than a person, and his knuckles were white from gripping the pen too hard. His brows were slightly furrowed, and he was muttering to himself incessantly, his tone urgent and fervent.

To perform a physical force analysis, slam your hand on the table.

"Let's analyze the forces first... Gravity is definitely there. Is the friction force upwards or downwards along the incline? Observe the trend of motion; if it's decelerating and sliding upwards, the friction force is downwards. The net external force is downwards along the incline. According to Newton's second law, F=ma, let's calculate the acceleration first..."

He calculated the electromagnetic induction and howled loudly.

"When a conducting rod cuts magnetic field lines, E=BLv, using the left-hand and right-hand rules... The charge q=ΔΦ/R, don't forget the formula again..."

When it came to organic chemistry, he would poke around with his pen.

"Let's calculate the degree of unsaturation first. There's a benzene ring and a double bond, so it should be an esterification reaction? Breaking the ester group, the acid loses its hydroxyl group, and the alcohol loses its hydrogen... The condition is heating with concentrated sulfuric acid, so it must be either elimination or esterification..."

When he got stuck, he would scream hysterically.

"How come it's wrong again? The critical angle formula is sinC=1/n... Equivalent equilibrium, constant temperature and constant pressure are proportional, constant temperature and constant volume must be congruent..."

"Damn it! How could you get it wrong again? This brain-dead idiot deserves a beating."

He grabbed his hair and slapped himself twice across the face.

The force was so great that his face immediately became red and swollen.

It looks like a steamed bun.

Fu Ze was deeply shocked.

He could see a blurry black figure overlapping with He Yuan.

It controls this body.

"This evil spirit is something else. Even though it's hidden inside a living person's body and the curtains are drawn, it still has this kind of control during the day."

Fu Ze rubbed his chin, knowing that today's task might take more effort than before.

At this moment, He Yuan also sensed that someone had entered the house.

He glanced back, his gaze numb and vacant.

He only uttered a single sentence as if in a dream.

"I need to relieve myself. I can't let it interfere with my studies, so I'll just do it here."

As he spoke, he stood right next to the desk and started taking off his pants.

He Wenbin's expression changed drastically, and his voice trembled.

"Son, stop pulling! Dad... Dad's scared!"

This usually dignified and respectable man was now panicked and at a loss.