Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

Long Baifeng turned around and took a few steps, then stopped and turned back to look at Zhang Qingshan.

"Not bad, you're quite a character. I admire you even more now."

He then looked at Wang Zhi and nodded in agreement.

He then touched his tuxedo and pulled out two business cards with gold trim.

With a flick of his finger, the fingers flew towards Zhang Qingshan and Wang Zhi respectively, wedging themselves in the gaps of their clothes, demonstrating the exquisite and subtle control he possessed.

"This is my contact information. If you two junior brothers have some free time, you can exchange ideas on martial arts. I, your senior brother, am quite capable of giving you pointers. Hmm, I can also tell you about the outside world."

With a sigh, he said, "The world is vast and diverse, beyond imagination. We must not lose ourselves in our own little corner of the world and become stubborn, conservative frogs at the bottom of a well."

After saying that, he left with his men, looking bored.

As Zhang Qingshan watched the other person's retreating figure, his worries grew. This person was flexible, shameless, and cunning.

He belongs to the type of person who speaks in a mix of truth and falsehood, deliberately mystifying and pretending to be a ghost. Beneath his imposing physique lies not a brute, but rather a cunning and ruthless individual.

A person with such a personality would not only not get angry at their own reaction, but would instead keep trying to be friendly.

This makes people increasingly uneasy.

It's impossible that it's really because the martial arts school is thriving.

The fleeting disdain the opponent showed when I made my move proved that it was even less likely that we were kindred spirits.

I have a feeling that the other party has ulterior motives.

Thinking of this, he picked up the business card, didn't even look at it, and unleashed a surge of hidden power in his palm, instantly turning the business card into dust.

Regardless, it's best to keep your distance.

I am not yet qualified to outwit and outmaneuver a tiger.

Seeing Zhang Qingshan's actions, Wang Zhi's eyes flashed with regret, but he could only pick up the business card as well, tear it into pieces, and throw it on the ground.

The curator nodded as he watched Zhang Qingshan and Wang Zhi's actions.

"Good, that's how it should be. You must know that this wicked disciple appears generous and gentle on the surface, but in reality, he is absolutely selfish and self-serving. Moreover, now that he has sided with the barbarians and helped the wicked, his thoughts are even more treacherous. You must not be moved by his sweet words, or you will regret it too late."

"In short, they definitely have ulterior motives."

Then he looked at Zhang Qingshan.

"Xiao Qi, you're quite good. You dared to throw a punch, which shows your intention. But it's good to have the intention, but next time you encounter a situation where you have no chance of winning, you should still preserve your strength for the future."

"Don't worry, don't let this wicked disciple influence you. As long as you really need any of the martial arts secrets, your master will never hide them from you. In fact, I didn't hide anything from him either. That fundamental technique isn't some kind of magic pill, so it's useless to him. But how could I possibly give it to a foreigner? Such an act of betraying one's ancestors and clan is something I would never do, even if it makes me a frog in a well, as he calls me."

"Yes, Master!"

Zhang Qingshan knew in his heart that his performance today had earned his master's approval.

If I had truly chosen to protect myself, perhaps it wouldn't have had any impact, but it would still be worse than it is now.

It's not about utilitarian motives, but rather a normal, subtle emotion.

Now, even the senior sister looks at him with a subtle sense of emotion.

Well, it's probably not romantic love, but more like a kind of recognition and feeling touched. I smiled to myself and inexplicably thought of some stories and movies I watched in my past life. Unless I am the kind of handsome and refined gentleman who can make the other person feel a strange ripple.

Unfortunately, apart from his bright and intelligent eyes, his facial features were inherited from his parents. Although he was not ugly, he was not exactly the handsome young man he was supposed to be.

Fortunately, in this world, fists are far more useful than looks. Not to mention becoming stronger in the future, even now, with the strength of a dark force martial artist, he can have young and beautiful women at his beck and call.

"Cough cough cough..."

As Zhang Qingshan was lost in thought, his master suddenly started coughing loudly.

"Dad, are you alright?"

"It's alright, I'm used to it." The master waved his hand.

"This body is indeed decaying. It only takes a little effort to deplete its energy and strength to become like this. Don't worry, it won't die for the time being."

"father!"

The eldest sister, looking anxious, escorted her master into the backyard.

Zhang Qingshan was also slightly worried. The head of the martial arts school was now the ballast of the Qinghe Martial Arts School. Just like today's situation, it was because of him that the situation was brought under control.

I also need time to grow.

Thinking too much is pointless. Successfully imbuing your spirit is a golden opportunity for spiritual growth, and you shouldn't waste any time.

He stopped instructing the other disciples and went to the side to cultivate himself.

[Jiang Liu, having recovered from his initial relief, felt a pang of shame. He realized how weak he had been, preparing for serious injury only to distract his opponent. The contrast was stark, the cruelty and helplessness palpable. And that person, whose gaze lingered on him frequently—what were their intentions?]

Under pressure, Jiang Liu continuously recalled the instincts deep within his bloodline triggered by the recent life-or-death experience. Countless newly awakened insights surged forth, rapidly enhancing his breathing technique. Everything fell into place, and he instantly mastered the "Wind Rises and Condenses Strength" breathing method.

[...After practicing for a while, those insights truly transformed into tangible instincts, and the breathing technique quickly reached a level of proficiency...The breathing technique continued to improve...improve...improve...]

The next moment, Zhang Qingshan felt his breathing begin to adjust naturally.

In my mind, the instinct of breathing techniques began to resonate with my body.

At the same time, within the body, the vital energy and other elements begin to undergo complex changes and intertwine under the guidance of this incredibly complex breathing technique.

From consciously maintaining the breathing technique, to maintaining the balance and resonance between the breathing technique and the body's energy, and then to becoming more and more proficient...

All of this happened too fast.

If the former senior disciple Long Baifeng were here at this moment, he would be dumbfounded and would probably find it difficult to maintain his condescending commentary.

It's too exaggerated. It's as if Zhang Qingshan was born with this breathing technique. He just had amnesia before, but now that he has a little recollection, the breathing technique fits him perfectly.

True. River Flow Four-Bend Breathing Method Dao Body!

Even Zhang Qingshan himself was somewhat shocked by the progress at this moment.

This breathing method is really complicated. It's not just a few simple long and short breaths. It involves correspondingly circulating the body's energy and blood, and also requires visualization to achieve a balance between breath, flesh and blood, and mental energy.

During the month I spent on spirit infusion, I only had a slight feeling for it, but I haven't even formally entered the field.

Now, it's like riding a rocket.

The progress was so fast that it felt almost unreal to him.

This reminded him of a theory he had seen in his previous life—stealing the secrets of heaven.

That means putting yourself on the brink of life and death, such as on the railing of a skyscraper rooftop, on the edge of a sheer cliff, amidst countless ferocious beasts and venomous insects, or fighting a mortal enemy...

Unleash the body's deepest potential, rapidly activate the mind, spark inspiration, and seize a fleeting moment of brilliance.

Although the situation just now wasn't actually that dangerous, the martial arts itself made it particularly intense and sensitive, making it feel like a life-or-death situation unfolding rapidly.

Because it is itself the spirit of martial arts, even after a breathing technique has reached a proficient stage, the potential unleashed by that danger is still manifesting.

It is still improving.

Perhaps we can achieve some success today.

[Jiang Liu's Four-Bend Breathing Technique has yielded new insights. When the wind rises, and power and will surge forth, power roars and surges amidst crisis, while hidden forces contract and intertwine. The growth rate of this breathing technique has increased by another level...]

While concentrating on his meditation, Jiang Liu was also summarizing his breathing techniques. A thought suddenly struck him: perhaps he could create a dangerous atmosphere to unleash his potential and maybe quickly master all four breathing techniques.

Zhang Qingshan frowned. How could he create that feeling of being on the brink of life and death?

You can ask your senior sister or master in a couple of days.

Meanwhile, during Zhang Qingshan's cultivation and growth...

Wang Zhi also stood up and practiced the stance, but he was absent-minded, his eyes constantly darting around.

After a while, realizing that no one was paying attention to him, he immediately bent down and picked up the broken business card.

He always remembered what an old water ghost had said: that people like them were born with lowly lives and had to seize every opportunity.

This former senior brother is generous, wealthy, and powerful. He also values ​​me highly. Oh, and he has unapproachable connections with foreigners. If I can get close to such a person, I will reap many benefits. In the future, even if the Qinghe Martial Arts School collapses, no one in Qinghe City will dare to underestimate me.

Whether the foreigner was a barbarian, a demon, or truly a cannibal with a three-zhang-tall tiger's mouth and fangs as in the legends, it didn't matter.

The law of the jungle prevails, and the weak are oppressed and devoured. This has been the case in every dynasty and era since ancient times.

From childhood to adulthood, I have seen countless instances of cannibalism. The powerful and wealthy of the Great Yan Dynasty were not necessarily less likely to have engaged in cannibalism than foreigners.

I put the business card away and tucked it into my pocket.

He smiled inwardly. There was another reason: Zhang Qingshan, who had seen his disgraceful state, was oblivious to the fact that he didn't know how to curry favor with others. He was stubborn and inflexible, which made him the perfect candidate for special favor. With the help of this senior brother, he might even be able to take a shortcut by using certain external means.

Deep down, he actually felt that what his former senior brother said made some sense and was in line with the times.

It's not just Wang Zhi.

At this moment, many people in the outer courtyard felt the same way: no matter what the method was, as long as it could grant them power, it was a good method.

However, most people simply lack the connections or resources.