245: Yin Yang Reverse Fist, start practicing!

Shen Bei thoroughly explained to Professor Gu Xinrou about Bai Wei's request for him to act as bait to eliminate the traitors within the military.

Shen Bei now felt he was too close to the situation and needed an outsider's advice.

And Professor Gu Xinrou was undoubtedly the best candidate.

Of course, Bai Wei did not force Shen Bei to undertake this task by appealing to noble national righteousness or moral superiority.

Had she done so, Shen Bei might have responded with cold indifference and ignored her.

After all, the military's internal negligence allowed the Apocalypse Cult and the Headhunter Tribe to infiltrate and gain a foothold in the high ranks, which was clearly not Shen Bei's personal responsibility.

However, Bai Wei did not mention these issues of responsibility at the time; instead, she chose to discuss local sentiments and analyze practical interests with Shen Bei.

Her words were amiable and pragmatic, her attitude neither overly urgent nor coldly indifferent, as if she could calmly accept Shen Bei's decision no matter what.

This communication style made it difficult for Shen Bei to refuse easily; facing Bai Wei's deliberate avoidance of blame and her sincere appeal to both emotion and self-interest, Shen Bei's inner defenses inevitably wavered, and he found himself in a dilemma.

After listening to Shen Bei's narration, Professor Gu Xinrou stroked her chin.

She pondered for a moment.

“Even the Ten Heavenly Kings have their difficulties,” Professor Gu Xinrou said with a smile, “The matter of traitors in the military is an open secret; the defense of the underground caves is the military's responsibility.”

“And the underground caves are the source of all Martial Artists' interests, and where there are interests, there is naturally a dark side.”

“Perhaps they were blinded by profit, or perhaps they were dragged into it by someone.”

“They did not uphold their initial beliefs and opened the door to certain forces.”

Shen Bei nodded, agreeing with Professor Gu Xinrou's statement.

There were undoubtedly traitors within the military.

Otherwise, how did those missing common people enter the underground caves without any records?

“Bai Wei is quite good at choosing people,” Professor Gu Xinrou said with a smile, “You are indeed the first choice for this mission; both the Apocalypse Cult and the Headhunter Tribe have a natural hostility towards you, like a powder keg, ready to explode at a touch.”

Shen Bei shrugged.

I have no choice.

I also want to be a handsome man in peace.

But if you don't look for trouble, trouble always finds you, which is a bit annoying.

A single move affects the whole body.

From Changtu County to Lingnan City, truly a butterfly effect.

“If you agree…” Professor Gu Xinrou got down to business, tapping the table with her finger, “The traitors will definitely be desperate, and at least a Seventh-Grade or Eighth-Grade Martial Artist will try to assassinate you on the way.”

“But the military will definitely send people to protect you, so there is a certain level of security, but the danger should not be ignored.”

Shen Bei didn't want to hear this and asked, “How should I choose?”

“I don't know, you choose for yourself. I am just your Martial Dao teacher and have no right to decide your thoughts and freedom. Martial Artists serve both public and private interests; their public spirit is the greatest, and their private interests are also the greatest.”

Professor Gu Xinrou paused here, then continued:

“From a righteous perspective, I hope you go, but from a selfish perspective, I hope you don't accept; if a high-grade expert makes a move, you are only betting on luck.”

Shen Bei frowned, gritted his teeth, and said softly, “I understand,” then got up and left.

According to Shen Bei's thoughts, this job could not be accepted.

It was a pure blood and flesh slaughterhouse.

Even with protection, if he was slightly careless, he could be instantly killed by a high-grade Martial Artist.

This was a battlefield with no room for tactical maneuvering.

It was like several level 100 characters escorting a level 1 character through a monster area of level 100.

If a monster merely touched him, he would die.

This was not like the enemies he had encountered before, where he could still put up a fight.

Safety was not guaranteed, so he would not accept this mission!

Just as he reached the door.

Shen Bei suddenly remembered something else.

He turned around and walked back.

Professor Gu Xinrou: ???

“What is it now?” Professor Gu Xinrou felt that Shen Bei was being endless; why couldn't he say everything at once?

Shen Bei pulled out a small box, opened it, and pushed it in front of Professor Gu Xinrou: “Help me see what kind of Medicinal Pill this is?”

Professor Gu Xinrou reached out, picked it up, sniffed it, and examined it intently.

This was the Medicinal Pill Shen Bei had dug out from the cave wall.

It wasn't that Shen Bei's mind was a cultural desert.

According to the national curriculum for Martial Artists.

First and second years mainly involved learning Martial Artist knowledge, refining physical attributes, and advancing.

Cultural courses focused on understanding the underground caves and learning the language of the underground caves.

Of course, there were also ideological and political courses and other cultural subjects.

This was to prevent Martial Artists from becoming useless, foul-mouthed barbarians.

Only in the third and fourth years did they begin to learn about herb identification, Medicinal Pill refining, weapon forging, and other knowledge.

So, Shen Bei not recognizing the Medicinal Pill wasn't because he was incompetent, but because he hadn't studied it yet.

Professor Gu Xinrou observed it for over ten minutes, even using a magnifying glass for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.

Searching for related information on the computer also yielded nothing.

“I am ignorant,” Professor Gu Xinrou sighed, “This is a Medicinal Pill that has never appeared before. Was it also found in the underground caves?”

Shen Bei nodded.

Professor Gu Xinrou bit her lip: “To know what this Medicinal Pill does, we need to analyze its components with professional equipment and then deduce its effects.”

“How do we do that?” Shen Bei asked.

Professor Gu Xinrou pulled out a small knife and scraped some powder from the surface of the Medicinal Pill: “This much powder is enough for testing. I'll take care of it.”

Shen Bei asked somewhat puzzledly, “Teacher, please don't be angry, I'm just asking about the matter, not you personally. Medicinal Pill knowledge is only taught in the third and fourth years. You are only First-Grade now, so you can't even be in the third year, can you?”

Professor Gu Xinrou rolled her eyes and slammed the table: “Do you have to look at grade to get a teacher's certificate? There are specialized teacher universities, okay?”

“A high-grade Martial Artist is not necessarily a qualified Martial Artist, but anyone who can teach at a Martial Arts University has definitely passed strict assessments to be a qualified teacher.”

“Of course… except for people like the Shepherd, I'm referring to character.”

Shen Bei then let out an “oh.”

This doubt in his mind was resolved.

So, teachers and Martial Artists followed different paths.

Teachers didn't need to have a very high grade, but their knowledge reserve had to be sufficient.

After passing national assessments, they would be issued a teacher's certificate.

Shen Bei put away the Medicinal Pill and left the office with Professor Gu Xinrou.

Professor Gu Xinrou went to the school's laboratory.

Shen Bei returned to his villa. Having not been back for many days, Shen Bei took a quick look around.

The house was cleaned thoroughly and neatly arranged.

This was the advantage of being the Champion.

He didn't have to worry about daily life at all; the school arranged everything perfectly.

Other students, however, had a tougher time, having to clean their dormitories themselves.

If a few students were lazy.

Without careful attention, the dormitory would turn into a pigsty.

Shen Bei opened the basement door.

He pressed the switch.

Soft lights illuminated the space.

He took out the translated Martial Skill and, without another word, began to Cultivate!

Shen Bei's life was very disciplined.

He was either working or Cultivating.

Time had to be fully utilized.

A true Great Master of time.

“Yin Yang Reversal Fist…”

Shen Bei softly mumbled the name of the Martial Skill.

Professor Gu Xinrou had clearly told Shen Bei that the direct translation was just the two words Yin Yang.

Shen Bei had thought the original meaning referred to terms like “life and death” or “positive and negative.”

He hadn't expected it to simply be Yin Yang.

This gave Shen Bei a sense of bewilderment.

He vaguely felt that the underground caves had some intricate connection to Earth's culture.

Suddenly.

Shen Bei had a thought: “Could the underground caves be the Earth of the past?”

Shen Bei scratched his head; it seemed unlikely.

The races were different.

Although both species walked upright, there were still some external differences.

Shen Bei stopped thinking about these things and pulled his scattered thoughts back.

Thinking so much was useless; it was more practical to Cultivate Martial Skills.

He opened the Martial Skill manual.

After reading it cover to cover for half an hour.

His expression showed some excitement and shock.

According to Shen Bei's summary.

This Martial Skill was a bit Heaven-Defying!

This was a Martial Skill that cultivated both internal and external aspects, balancing movement and stillness, capable of instantly erupting with the alternating power of Yin and Yang. Every move and every stance could draw upon the power of heaven and earth, achieving the effect of overcoming strength with weakness and rigidity with flexibility.

As the saying goes, “Yang extreme gives rise to Yin, Yin extreme gives rise to Yang,” making it difficult for opponents to grasp its trajectory and force.

The fist technique contained strong shockwaves and internal tearing force, which could not only cause direct physical damage but also affect the opponent's internal Qi circulation, causing their True Qi to become chaotic and thus lose combat effectiveness.

Even more astonishingly, the Yin Yang Reversal Fist could reverse the situation at critical moments. Even when facing a certain defeat, it could use the “Reversal” Profound Truth within the fist technique to break conventions and create an opportunity to turn the tables.

“It has offense when needed, and it can turn the tables when needed!”

Shen Bei took a deep breath, and the image of the sitting, transformed alien corpse came to his mind.

Who… exactly was he?

The Martial Skill he left behind was so Heaven-Defying; wouldn't he himself have dominated a region?

“I should have brought that corpse back, or blown it up on the spot; maybe I could have found some good stuff.”

Shen Bei clicked his tongue.

Without another word, he immediately began practicing.

According to the description in the Martial Skill, cultivation was divided into three stages.

The first stage was meditating on the circulation and changes of Yin and Yang Qi within the body, striving to reach the initial state of “extreme stillness gives rise to movement.”

The second stage required overcoming physical limits and challenging the painful process of Yin Yang reversal.

Only in the final stage could the Yin Yang Reversal Fist achieve a substantial Breakthrough.

At this time, Shen Bei changed into loose clothing.

He sat cross-legged in the basement.

Following the illustrations, he closed his eyes and concentrated, meditating on the Yin and Yang Qi within his body.

Yin and Yang Qi were different from True Qi.

It was a very mysterious existence.

If you say it doesn't exist, it exists between heaven and earth.

If you say it exists… you can't see or touch it, completely unlike True Qi, which can be released externally.

This cultivation process was a bit difficult to manage.

It was the kind that one could only comprehend oneself.

It had a sense of “sincerity brings efficacy.”

Shen Bei utterly disliked this uncontrollable awkwardness.

But to successfully complete the first stage, he could only grit his teeth and constantly move his hands according to the Martial Skill's illustrations, trying to sense the ethereal Yin and Yang Qi.

At this moment, the surrounding environment seemed to fall into endless silence.

Shen Bei's mind was immersed within his body.

He sat in meditation for about ten hours.

During this period, Shen Bei remained motionless, neither eating nor drinking.

Hard work pays off.

Shen Bei gradually began to feel the Yin and Yang Qi.

It was an incredibly wondrous feeling.

How to describe it?

Like a dual experience of ice and fire…