96: Chapter 93 Arriving with a Path

For several days in a row, Li Changsheng's life remained routine.

However, there were some differences; for instance, the village's attitude toward him was now quite different.

Previously, everyone just called him "Changsheng," and while they still did, it was now mixed with a touch of respect, which gave Li Changsheng a rather strange feeling.

"Whew! There's still not much progress with Hidden Power. The book should arrive tomorrow; I hope it can give me some hints."

Brother Coiled Dragon is of no use right now, so Li Changsheng can only occasionally browse related materials online, but they are all unsystematic. Moreover, without experiencing that feeling of force generation firsthand, he is even more clueless.

"Fortunately, my Lifespan is increasing every day, and the rate of this growth is accelerating. I believe that before long, I will be completely cured."

Looking at his current panel, Li Changsheng felt a bit of comfort.

[stamina: 8.1]

[Energy: 8]

[Lifespan: 3 years and 328 days.]

Li Changsheng had a feeling that once he completely eliminated the cancer, he might undergo a transformation, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon for a Rebirth.

As to exactly what would happen, Li Changsheng did not yet know, but he felt a faint anticipation in his heart.

At this moment, there was a bowl in front of Li Changsheng that he usually used for eating. This was a martial art he had seen a Daoist priest demonstrate during a performance abroad a few days ago.

It was the same: a bowl placed flat on a table, and with a light flick, the white porcelain bowl instantly shattered.

Based on Li Changsheng's observation, this was a display of Visible Power training reaching the fingers.

"I have mastered Visible Power for some time now, and I have also grasped the 'unexpected release' for a while. I wonder if I can train the skill to my fingers."

While it is said that Visible Power involves training the force throughout the entire body, one still needs to adapt to and Revered Master some small joint areas to judge the depth of a Visible Power expert's skill.

Actual combat only reveals the ferocity of one's combat techniques, whereas this is the way to see the big picture through small details.

Taking a deep breath, Li Changsheng used his hand as a spear, channeling Xingyi Crushing Power, curling his knuckles, and then flicking them rapidly. In an instant, the flicking of his fingertips actually caused the air to emit a sharp sound.

His fingers had actually reached the level of making a sound.

Li Changsheng brought his finger close to the white porcelain bowl and then flicked it lightly.

Bang!

The next instant, the entire white porcelain bowl suddenly shattered, and fine porcelain shards splattered across the table. Some shards even flew toward Li Changsheng, but fortunately, the force of the explosion was not great, and they did not pierce his skin.

"I can say that my skill has reached my fingertips."

Seeing this, Li Changsheng was delighted. Being able to achieve this with the power of one finger and shatter the porcelain bowl was indeed worth rejoicing over.

But immediately after, he felt a pain in his fingertip. Looking closer, he discovered a large bruise under his nail, and the nail itself showed signs of cracking.

Clearly, the power of that strike was significant; although it broke the porcelain bowl, the recoil force also injured him.

"Train the muscles, bones, and skin externally; train the Qi internally. My external training is clearly not enough. The external strength of my body is still lacking."

Twelve Forms of Tendon Transformation and Marrow Cleansing, using 'martial fire' to circulate Qi, is more like a technique for resisting blunt impacts, and it requires precise circulation of Qi force to specific parts of the body.

It cannot fend off sudden knives or guns, and certainly cannot stop bullets.

Li Changsheng sighed softly, but he was not discouraged; after all, his time spent Cultivating had been short.

Internal Martial Arts had improved, but strengthening his external martial arts was not that easy.

Furthermore, the Twelve Forms of Tendon Transformation and Marrow Cleansing had one flaw: it required high mental concentration. After all, this involved using Qi to resist damage, and without focus, it was difficult to circulate Qi effectively and precisely.

But in actual combat, especially in life-and-death struggles, how could one focus on this?

"Take it slow, no rush. I've only been practicing for half a year. As the saying goes, 'Ten years to build a foundation in martial arts.' I'm already ahead of many people."

After cleaning up the debris, Li Changsheng took the opportunity to clear out the trash can at home, carrying a large bag of trash to the bin not far from his door.

The new rural construction was quite comprehensive now; the town had even provided a green recycling bin for every village and every group.

Their village was relatively civilized and promoted new customs. It was said that in other villages, every time the government provided a recycling bin, it would be stolen. Eventually, they had no choice but to install security cameras nearby.

Well, it was safe for a few days, but later, even the cameras were stolen.

The thieves were clever, too; they used a signal jammer. Because they had invested costs, they didn't just steal the cameras and trash cans; they even stole the street light bulbs.

He had heard this from the old men and women in the village. Occasionally, when passing by, he could always hear strange stories, which was quite interesting.

For example, the child of so-and-so, at 18, had an online romance and went to meet the person in real life, only to find that the person was married and was holding a wedding at that very moment. The young man went over and even had a meal at the wedding venue.

Or the case of a married middle-aged brother in the village who, while returning from a business trip, was set up by a woman at the local train station. The man took out his phone and called his boss to pay his ransom.

Li Changsheng was sometimes quite engrossed in these interesting stories. Whether they were made up or true, they were a source of amusement in the countryside.

However, these old men and women could also be a headache. For instance, they were the biggest intelligence station in the village. Anything that happened in the village, once it passed through their lips, the whole village would know within a day.

Stepping out of the yard, less than a hundred or two hundred meters away, he saw the trash can was still there. Li Changsheng prepared to throw the trash in.

However, just as he finished throwing the trash and was about to leave, a Daoist priest blocked his path.

Li Changsheng was stunned. He looked up and saw that the man looked quite peaceful, though his gaze carried a hint of sharpness. He was wearing a black Daoist robe.

From Wudang Mountain?

It wasn't strange to see a Daoist priest in the village. Li Changsheng had seen Daoist priests strolling around here several times when he was a child, and there were even some younger generations in the village who were Disciples of Wudang Mountain.

He tried to walk around the man, but the man also took a step and continued to block his path.

"Daoist priest, do you need something from me?"

Li Changsheng exhaled softly and smiled, trying to calm his mind as much as possible.

"I am surnamed Chen, with the Daoist name Shixing. On the orders of my Revered Master, I would like to ask you about someone."

This Daoist priest Chen Shixing bowed deeply and smiled.

"I wonder, who are you asking about, Daoist priest?" Li Changsheng asked, somewhat suspiciously.

The name of this Daoist priest sounded familiar; it felt like he had heard it somewhere before.

"The person I am asking about is none other than you!"

Hearing this, Li Changsheng frowned and instinctively took a few steps back. Looking at the Daoist priest Chen Shixing again, he found that the man was looking at him, smiling without saying a word.

"That's not very interesting, Daoist priest. You're asking me about myself? I've never heard of such a thing."

Li Changsheng said with a faint smile, while his body unconsciously tensed up slightly, his gaze fixed directly on the other person.

"I have already seen the test you took previously," Daoist priest Chen Shixing said calmly.

Oh?

So that recording crew really went to Wudang Mountain?!

But this Daoist priest coming here... what was he planning to do?

Li Changsheng was still pondering this in his heart.

Daoist priest Chen Shixing had already spoken again. He lightly tapped his foot and assumed a Wudang martial arts stance. His posture was elegant and free-spirited, with quite an otherworldly air.

"I have been Cultivating martial arts for many years, and my Revered Master has spoken highly of me. However, a few days ago, I felt a longing to meet you. I ask that you please grant me some instruction!"

Hearing this, Li Changsheng was taken aback. After thinking slightly, he guessed the general idea.

"Could it be that my performance back then was too outstanding?"

Thinking of the straightforward style of those foreigners, perhaps they really did speak bluntly after the two tests.

Li Changsheng was quite confident in his own test results.

After all, he had Cultivated many martial arts, and his foundation was extremely solid. He reckoned that even Wudang Mountain, a major sect of Internal Martial Arts like Wudang, probably couldn't compare to him in the same age group.

Looking at the other person's age, he was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Although he had a beard, his approximate age was clearly visible.

At this age, one is full of vigor. Li Changsheng knew clearly that even though he Cultivated Internal Alchemy Meditation, he often couldn't help but want to spar with people of similar strength.

After clearing his thoughts, Li Changsheng also gave a free-spirited smile.

"In that case, please be careful, Daoist priest!"

Since we are to fight, then let's fight!

Chinese Martial Arts are meant for exchange. If one doesn't exchange and spar, what is the point of practicing Chinese Martial Arts?