Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

Go home, practice standing meditation, and listen to the everyday gossip of family members.

Old Liu said that the new foreman was getting fiercer and fiercer, and that he was now just as bad at squeezing copper coins as Master Ma. Moreover, the labor team had recruited several new young laborers. He sighed and looked at Zhang Qingshan with the eyes of someone looking at a degenerate teenager.

There's also Bai Xiaochun. She said that the Little Green Gang on the street is even more ruthless. Merchants without a backer have to pay a monthly protection fee and a monthly transaction bonus. Fortunately, her rouge shop was guarded by martial arts masters, so she escaped a little disaster. She only needed to have a symbolic sexual intercourse.

I heard that many shops have completely turned into helping Xiaoqing make money, and people in the market are in a state of panic. I heard other neighbors in the shed courtyard exclaim that even those big bosses have it tough, and then everyone felt much better.

Old Xu, who makes tofu, looked worried, fearing that his small stall would also be implicated.

Bai Xiaochun joked that if Zhang Qingshan really mastered his skills through daily practice, he could become a martial arts master in a merchant guild, shop, or restaurant and live a life of comfort and ease.

As night deepened, the noise gradually subsided.

[Langtao Zhuang suddenly awoke from his slumber, standing motionless. Reflecting on the past period, he realized he had been living in a daze, oblivious to the times, his growth pitifully slow, lamentable, and laughable. Looking up at the vast emptiness, he thought of the immense grace that had bestowed upon him a new life. A phrase flashed through his mind: "An immortal touched my head, opening my mind and bestowing upon me spiritual insight."]

[Langtao Zhuang prostrated himself, grateful to the supreme being, grateful for the new life; in the depths of his being, he had already understood his mission.]

The gratitude evoked by the Wave-like Stance didn't waste much time; it began to fulfill its mission. The Three Wave-like Stances flowed through the mind, and the past cultivation experiences during those muddled times vividly appeared—rough, too rough. The cultivation in the previous period was too rough...

[In an instant, countless inspirations surged within me as I unconsciously assumed the posture of the Wave-like Stance, experiencing the true meaning of the Wave-like Stance...]

Zhang Qingshan naturally wouldn't hold back at this time, maintaining a calm and composed mindset to savor the sudden insights that welled up within him.

So, consciousness and will need to be suggested here? So, while the posture is correct, the muscles are too stiff? So, the flow of power...

[I have new insights into the Wave-Swept Stance. I did have an advantage in the past, such as having a body that exceeded the requirements of the stance training. This meant I only needed to keep up with my perception and make slight adjustments to my body. The Water-Carrying Stance has reached proficiency... and the Water-Carrying Stance has reached minor mastery.]

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. His water-carrying stance reached its peak, his body underwent a slight adjustment, becoming a little stronger. His strength didn't increase dramatically, but it clarified the path for his next stage of cultivation. He continued his practice, further solidifying his foundation at the peak of his cultivation.

[The second form of the Wave-Treading Stance has begun. This stance involves imagining oneself immersed in the waves, maintaining a fixed posture to train the physical body. Suddenly, an insight arises during the Wave-Treading Stance, perhaps leading one to the river...]

In the dead of night, a dark figure darted out of Zhang Qingshan's house.

Following his memory, avoiding potential night travelers, he arrived at a corner of a tributary of the Qingshui River that flows into the outer city, stripped naked, and slid into it.

[The Wave-Riding Stance felt waves of inspiration welling up within it; the water was gentle and flowing, the waves rose and fell with it... the Wave-Riding Stance was rapidly improving.]

Zhang Qingshan remained silent. In fact, according to what the martial arts school's instructor had said, there wasn't much advantage to being in the water or not. Even if you wanted to increase your inspiration, you had to go to a place with turbulent waves. This little river didn't have any waves at the moment.

All I can say is that I have an extraordinary talent for wave-pole propulsion; just entering the water becomes a trigger for inspiration.

I only had time to sigh briefly before focusing the rest of my energy on experiencing the sudden flashes of insight that appeared in my mind.

Ah, I see... It dawned on me...

[The progress in Wave Stance is significant; the initial stage of Wave Stance has been mastered... and the skill has improved... Wave Stance continues to advance... and before we know it, we've achieved some success in Wave Stance. A sense of joy wells up within us. Good, good, good! Practice, practice, practice! That's it! That's it! We become completely absorbed in Wave Stance practice, unable to extricate ourselves. Suddenly, we feel fatigued and realize with a start that dawn is approaching.]

Zhang Qingshan actually wanted to rest, but seeing the inspiration that Brother Langtao brought him, he couldn't bear to interrupt. He figured he could just stay up all night and get the second form of the stance training done in one go, so he could formally practice the third form.

Unfortunately, despite staying up all night, I'm still a little far from mastering the second stance.

I rushed home to wash up and then headed to the martial arts gym.

"Brother Zhang, these are the steamed buns I brought you. Hmm, you seem to be acting quite differently today, Brother Zhang."

"Senior Brother Zhang, as expected of a martial artist, your insightful perspective is truly exceptional."

[Langtao Zhuang is reflecting on himself; he was too impatient. Martial arts training shouldn't be too reckless. He needs to rest properly. He needs to maintain a basic four hours of sleep in the future; otherwise, too much of a good thing can be bad. He's still too young.]

[As he continued practicing Wave-Treading Skill, self-criticism led him to a deeper understanding of the varying speeds and dynamics of the Wave-Treading Stance. He was progressing in the second form of the Wave-Treading Stance...]

Today, an inner sect senior brother was on patrol to give guidance. It happened to be the sixth senior brother. However, his complexion was a bit sallow and his breathing was not as smooth as usual. His arm was bandaged, and although his chest was covered by clothes, it seemed to be bandaged as well. There was also a faint smell of medicine mixed with blood seeping out.

"What are you looking at? We martial artists are nothing when we get a little injured. Once you've mastered the power of internal energy, what are these minor injuries? This time, under the leadership of our senior sister, we caught the ruthless bandits who attacked the caravan of the escort agency under our martial arts school and wiped them all out. How satisfying!"

Sixth Senior Brother Chang Yueshan's eyes swept over a group of people, a sharp glint in them, his meaning clear.

"Those traitors are short-sighted. They think my Qingshui Martial Arts School is declining, so they all kick me when I'm down. If you have any thoughts, just leave if you should. Don't overthink it. Don't make it so complicated, as if the martial arts school is holding you hostage."

"If we leave now, we can still be friends if we meet again in the future. But if we enter the inner sect and then leave, we will become enemies if we meet again."

Seeing that no one responded, he softened his tone.

"To paraphrase my master, he's just old, but some people always think he's dead."

"Perhaps you've heard some rumors outside and think that my Qinghe Martial Arts School is no longer viable. Heh, if my Qinghe Martial Arts School were really no longer viable, those people would have already taken action. In this world, the big fish eat the small fish not by talking."

He then glanced at most of the ordinary disciples and said, "Don't worry, as long as you train hard, the martial arts school will protect you."

"Sixth Senior Brother, two more people have come to learn martial arts."

Chang Yueshan then stopped speaking and led the newcomers to the side.

In the past few days, perhaps because of what Bai Xiaochun said about the gangs on the streets becoming increasingly exploitative, there has been a noticeable increase in the number of people coming to learn martial arts.

Having dealt with the new disciples, the sixth senior brother began to go into the crowd to give guidance.

[Watching the other disciples instructing them on stance training and practicing their stances while observing the Wave-Riding Stance, inspiration struck again, and the Wave-Riding Stance began to grow... grow...]

Waves of insights kept appearing in my mind, like surging waves of pleasure. What are those towering, majestic peaks and undulating cliffs, or those soft, rosy, and delicate beauties? None of them can compare to the fragrance of cultivation.

This spiritually imbued martial art is as if it possesses the Dao body most suited to this technique in the world, and the mindset most compatible with this technique. This technique was born for it, and one can apply it to other techniques anytime, anywhere.

[Upon hearing the explanation coming from dozens of meters away, Langtao Zhuang suddenly trembled. "Master Gong, I've got it! I've mastered the second form of Langtao Zhuang: Treading the Waves!"]