Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

Looking at the overly flamboyant performance of this outer disciple.

The old curator merely glanced at the Qin soldier with his deep, old eyes, his main gaze fixed on the departing figure of Chief Constable Cheng.

His gaze held a mystery, as if he were lost in thought.

This was Zhang Qingshan's first time seeing the owner of the museum, which was both surprising and unsurprising.

Surprisingly, the old master's large frame was not so upright, and his cough and aged face did not resemble those of a peerless martial arts master, but rather those of an old man on his deathbed.

Unsurprisingly, I had heard some bad rumors about the martial arts school owner before, so seeing him today was to be expected.

Ji Feiyun paid no attention to the complicated gazes of these disciples.

"The Black Mountain bandits? I wonder how much strength they have left. How can I be at ease sending Xiao Yu alone? Perhaps that's exactly what they want."

Seeing the frivolous Qin soldiers still boasting about their relationship with Chief Constable Cheng, it wasn't surprising that these disciples, who had grown up in an environment of flattering superiors and bullying inferiors, displayed such frivolous behavior.

This small outer courtyard is actually a stage where the martial arts school can see what kind of people are worth and whether they can be considered true members of their own.

The old man's eyes flickered, and he spotted a disciple with a rather unusual build.

With a sudden thought, he approached the boy.

"You're the disciple Fei Yu mentioned who has the potential to be born with water element, right? Your name is Wang Zhi."

Wang Zhi's face lit up with joy; the museum owner actually remembered him.

Even though the master of the martial arts school looks incredibly old, as long as he lives, he will remain a powerful and influential martial arts master.

He knelt on the ground with a thud and kowtowed several times:

"Greetings, Master. I am Wang Zhi. I am deeply grateful to the martial arts school for giving me the opportunity to change my destiny. I can only repay you by serving the school like a slave for the rest of my life."

The way he was kowtowing looked somewhat familiar to Zhang Qingshan.

The other disciples had mixed feelings. This person not only had good aptitude but also knew how to perform well; his future was sure to be bright.

Ji Feiyun smiled and shook his head: "Get up. Your senior sister Feiyu said that you didn't come from a good background, which may have led to your habit of kowtowing. It's good that you have that intention. We martial artists are strong-willed. From now on, just stand up and speak properly."

"Yes, Master."

Wang Zhi kowtowed again before happily getting up, his face full of excitement.

His gaze was fixed on someone, as if to say, "So what if you're better than me? The gym owner knows me and even took the initiative to talk to me."

"You know, your martial arts school isn't like the Clear Water Gang, you don't need to be so cautious."

He then examined Wang Zhi's body and limbs:

"Not bad, you do have some talent. Speaking of which, you and I are quite destined. When I was young, I was also a fisherman in a corner of the Clear Water River. Although there was no Clear Water Gang back then, there was that other gang that was in power. Looking back, I was exploited to no end. Fortunately, you and I both have some water-related talent. We were good at swimming and fishing and barely managed to survive. Later, I was fortunate enough to meet my master who took me into his sect, which is how I became who I am today."

"Haha, although I am not even half as good as my master, as long as you train hard, the martial arts school will give you the opportunity to see the orderly path of martial arts."

"Yes, Wang Zhi will definitely cultivate diligently and live up to the teachings and expectations of the headmaster."

Wang Zhi could feel the envy in the eyes of the other disciples, even the young masters and ladies looked at him with different expressions.

"Ahem, okay!"

Ji Feiyun nodded, then looked at the other disciples.

Looking around, all the disciples couldn't help but straighten their postures, hoping to gain the favor of the sect leader.

Even Zhou Xishui, the young master of the Zhou family, had an expectant look in his eyes. According to the records of his Zhou family, the old master was an eighth-level super-limit martial artist. His flesh and blood had been tempered and hammered a hundred times, and his bones and muscles were as strong as steel.

Despite his advanced age, even if he stands still, ordinary martial artists cannot harm him in the slightest. To ordinary people, he is an invincible martial arts master.

More importantly, the Qinghe Martial Arts School has an exceptional lineage.

The master of the hall, Ji Feiyun, is a disciple of a major sect in the Great Yan Dynasty. It is said that he also has secret techniques passed down beyond the level of martial arts master. In terms of both knowledge and secret techniques, even the three major families in the inner city would not dare to say that they are superior.

As a descendant of the fifth branch of the Zhou family, if he could become a direct disciple of the Qinghe Martial Arts School before it completely falls into ruin and obtain the school's core inheritance, it would be easy for him to become one of the top heirs in the family line.

Unfortunately, despite his many acts, the master's attention did not linger on him; he was treated like an ordinary disciple.

"Hmm, where is Zhang Qingshan?"

Zhang Qingshan stepped out from a corner of the martial arts arena and said, "Greetings, Master."

Ji Feiyun's expression shifted, and then he stared at Zhang Qingshan from head to toe, his eyes growing brighter and brighter as if he were deep in thought.

"Haha, you're not bad either, you're very good. You know how to be humble and cautious, and that's not a bad thing. Very good, very good. It seems you have extraordinary insight. Yue Shan's judgment is also quite good."

"Cultivate diligently, live up to the time, the martial arts school, and yourself."

His gaze shifted from Zhang Qingshan to the other disciples, his expression suggestive.

"As long as you keep moving forward steadily, the martial arts school will surely find its way to the top."

After saying this, he slowly walked towards the backyard of the martial arts school. His occasional cough made some disciples worry that he would not be able to withstand the erosion of time and the wind and rain, and that he would not have time to pass on the path to enlightenment.

Zhang Qingshan understood that, given the master's level of skill, he should have already realized that he had entered the fourth level of martial arts.

That's why I speak like that.

Of course, the master of the martial arts school was not surprised. Perhaps in the eyes of someone at his level, there was not much difference between a level three martial artist and a level four martial artist.

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"Senior Brother Zhang, congratulations! Even the headmaster knows about you now. The martial arts school is definitely paying close attention to you. You're sure to be a big shot in the future."

"As expected of Senior Brother Zhang, I look forward to the day when Senior Brother Zhang becomes a direct disciple of an inner disciple."

"I knew that Senior Brother Zhang's boxing was a pleasure to watch. Sure enough, even the headmaster said that he has extraordinary comprehension. Impressive, Senior Brother Zhang. Today, I'll host a banquet at Shanzhen Restaurant to celebrate Senior Brother Zhang gaining the headmaster's favor."

Hearing these flattering remarks, Shui Rouquan felt smug. "The master is indeed the master," he thought, "his insight is sharp; he recognized my unparalleled comprehension." He glanced at the disciples praising him and smiled inwardly. "Trying to corrupt me with sugar-coated bullets? Dream on! I'll train even harder! This fist style not only has more comprehension than you, but it also works harder than you!"

[Ignoring the noise outside, Shui Rouquan returned to a corner and continued to comprehend the Penetration Technique. Shui Rouquan felt a surge of inspiration...]

[Water Soft Fist is in a good mood, training efficiency has improved, Water Soft Fist has new insights... Mastery of the fourth Water Soft form has increased... The fourth form has been officially mastered... Water Soft Fist feels good again...]

As expected of my martial arts, my training efficiency increases when I'm angry, when I'm in a bad mood, when I'm calm, and even when I'm happy...

It's a good thing for the museum owner to keep his name in his heart; if certain situations arise, it would be even more natural to use his name to gain favor.

Zhang Qingshan understood even more clearly that he had value, and that's why the martial arts school would support him, so he had to continue to work hard in his training.

Anticipation flashed in his eyes; he also wanted to see the path to heaven that the curator had mentioned.

Wang Zhi's initial excitement was dampened, and he glanced at someone out of the corner of his eye with a gloomy expression. The curator had actually praised him too?

Not only the owner of the museum, but even Zhou Xishui, the young master of the Zhou family not far away, kept looking at Zhang Qingshan with a strange expression, as if he had some ideas.

Someone's heart stirred:

"Hehe, it seems there are quite a few talented people in this countryside. Besides Junior Brother Wang, who has extraordinary talent, Zhang Qingshan, whom we originally thought was just lucky, is also quite remarkable."

Zhou Xishui waved her fan, exuding an air of nobility, and a glint flashed in her eyes:

"The master of the hall must have a keen eye. It seems that Junior Brother Zhang Qingshan has some hidden talents that we haven't discovered yet. He's worth investing in. It's not that we can't give him a chance to show his abilities."

Someone, observing the situation, clapped their hands: "Senior Brother Zhou is kind. If he is willing to take Zhang Qingshan as his subordinate, this is a good thing that someone of his background would never have dared to dream of. With the support of the Zhou family, this person will definitely have a brighter future."

Zhou Xishui nodded: "If he performs well, it's not impossible to bestow the Zhou surname upon him in the future, so he can truly become a person of high status."

Many people knew that he wanted to subdue Zhang Qingshan before he became an inner disciple, and they sneered inwardly, but on the surface they all praised Young Master Zhou for his magnanimity.

Wang Zhi watched from the side and noticed that Rong Teng from Xiaoqing Township looked unhappy, as if he was displeased that Zhang Qingshan was being valued.

Suddenly, he laughed and said, "Senior Brother Rong, since Senior Brother Zhou wants to subdue Senior Brother Zhang Qingshan, you and Senior Brother Qingshan are from the same hometown and have the prestige of a local gentry family. Why don't you help Senior Brother Zhou accomplish this task and make it a good story for our martial arts school?"

Rong Teng frowned, about to tell Wang Zhi to shut up.

"Very well, Junior Brother Rong, I'll leave this matter to you. It's certainly convenient given our shared hometown ties."

Just as he was about to refuse, Wang Zhi whispered from the side:

"Senior Brother Rong, this is a great opportunity. If we can bring Zhang Qingshan under Senior Brother Zhou's command, how will he be able to act so arrogantly in front of you in the future?"

Rong Teng's eyes lit up as he looked at the people in the training ground.