Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 353 Paving the Way for Martial Artists Across the Land

Li Xijun moved like a wisp of smoke, seamlessly blending into the crowd heading towards Juxianlou, and entered the restaurant that had been completely transformed.

The former elegant private rooms and carved beams and painted rafters have all been demolished, replaced by spacious and bright halls on each floor, with rows of heavy wooden tables and sturdy benches neatly arranged, exuding a rugged yet practical atmosphere.

Although Juxianlou no longer offers the various delicacies and medicinal dishes it once had, the rich flavor of its stewed meat, the wheat aroma of its steamed buns, and the subtle herbal scent still slowly invigorate the spirit.

Although the meals were not particularly refined, they were plentiful in meat and oil, and the dry rations and vegetables were unlimited. For these martial artists, most of whom came from ordinary backgrounds, this was a rare treat and a source of nourishment.

This has made the restaurant bustling with activity, full of grassroots energy and pride.

As news spread that Zhang Fuhu, the Martial Saint, would be personally demonstrating and teaching martial arts, the already crowded restaurant was packed with people who rushed over, making it impossible to move. The noise was so loud it almost lifted the roof off.

Li Xijun stood silently at the edge of the crowd, his aura perfectly concealed, like an ordinary onlooker.

With a detached and transcendent mindset, as if he had just broken through to the second level of the tribulation, he observed the vibrant and lively scene before him with great interest.

Soon, he saw several familiar faces.

Senior Brother Meng Qifeng and Yu Xiangyang, along with several junior brothers, were maintaining order and clearing the road ahead.

The two men exuded a calm and profound aura, their eyes shining brightly. They had both successfully broken through to the Marrow Cleansing Realm and become true martial arts masters!

What caught Li Xijun's attention in particular was Yu Xiangyang.

This senior brother, who used to enjoy fighting in the ring, seeking fame and handkerchiefs from Tianjin girls, now has less of that frivolous and eccentric air about him and more of that calmness and perseverance.

He calmly and composedly dealt with the various Boxer Rebellion warriors who came to greet him and try to get close to him, speaking politely and behaving with composure, already showing signs of becoming a master.

Seeing the growth of these senior brothers, Li Xijun nodded slightly, feeling both gratified and a touch of感慨 about the passage of time.

Under the arrangement of Xiangyang and others, the noisy scene gradually became orderly.

Just as the crowd calmed down slightly and expectations reached their peak—

Someone excitedly shouted, "Zhang Wusheng! Old Master Zhang is here!"

"boom!"

The entire Juxianlou restaurant was like a calm lake surface that had been hit by a boulder, instantly boiling over.

All eyes turned to the doorway, their gazes filled with fervent worship, heartfelt reverence, and indescribable excitement.

Today, Zhang Fuhu's name is not only known as a martial saint in the entire Tianjin area, especially among countless martial artists, but also as a pillar of their spirit.

next moment,

A figure, not particularly tall, yet seemingly capable of supporting the heavens and earth, strode into the hall with the strides of a dragon and the gait of a tiger.

Without any extra movements, he simply swept his gaze across the room, and a vast and boundless aura of blood and energy naturally spread out, filling the entire space.

Furthermore, a terrifying fist intent, condensed to the point of being tangible, carrying mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and unyielding in the face of a hundred battles, pressed down on everyone's hearts like an invisible mountain, instilling a sense of awe in them involuntarily.

"Hiss—is this the Fist Intent Martial Saint? This is terrifying!"

"It is said that the martial arts master's qi and blood are strong and yang, and his fist intent is solid and solid. He is especially good at defeating evil spirits and ghosts. At the highest level, he can even defeat the spirit-refining immortal who has left his body."

"That's right, I've heard that back then, Old Master Zhang actually beat that wicked Refining Spirit True Person from the Wusheng Taoist Temple to death!"

The newly joined martial artists felt this power and were deeply shaken. They whispered among themselves, their faces filled with amazement and awe.

Looking at his master's still resolute and upright figure, Li Xijun's heart was also stirred. He couldn't help but recall the earnest expectations that Zhang Fuhu had placed on him when he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, hoping to open up a new path for martial arts.

"Master, I have finally fulfilled your expectations from back then."

Before he could continue his reflections, Zhang Fuhu in the arena had already taken action.

He walked to the specially cleared area in the center of the hall and, without any fancy preamble, began his martial arts demonstration.

With whistling winds and flying palm shadows, and with the swiftness of a tiger, this old man demonstrated some basic boxing techniques, footwork, and power generation skills in a way that made the ordinary seem magical, while explaining the key points and principles of martial arts in a loud and clear voice.

What surprised Li Xijun even more was that Zhang Fuhu actually taught everyone some extremely precious, even secret, techniques and methods for breaking through the bottlenecks of refining the body and cleansing the marrow, without reservation.

When Zhang Fuhu passed these things on to Li Xijun, he repeatedly instructed him not to teach them lightly to anyone other than his direct disciple. He said it was better to lose the knowledge than to reveal it, lest the wrong person be taught them and bring disaster to the world.

Seemingly sensing the slight doubt in the audience, including Li Xijun, Zhang Fuhu abruptly stopped his attack, his gaze sharp as lightning sweeping across the entire hall, his voice carrying a resolute and heroic tone:

"I know that some of you are puzzled. You don't understand why I, Zhang Fuhu, would reveal to the public today these secret techniques and methods passed down from my ancestors, which I cherish as my life and would rather take to my grave than pass on to anyone else."

His voice was booming, so loud it made people's eardrums buzz:

"But I must tell you today!"

"This great war between East and West is no small matter. It is not a simple feud between martial arts sects or a battle between factions. It is a war concerning the fate of our Great Sheng nation, the life and death of hundreds of millions of people along the coast, and the lives of countless parents, wives, children, brothers, and sisters!"

His voice suddenly rose, filled with painful memories:

"Back then, I personally experienced the first East-West War and witnessed firsthand how the armies of the Western Continent burned, killed, looted, and committed all sorts of atrocities. It was common for them to slaughter nine out of ten houses and leave rivers of blood in prosperous coastal towns. The horrors are still vivid in my mind, and I still feel chilled when I dream of them in the middle of the night!"

"Today, I will not keep these treasured secrets to myself, but will take them out and pass them on to you."

Zhang Fuhu's gaze became incredibly deep and earnest.

"It's not that we expect everyone to become a top expert and capture flags on the battlefield."

"My only hope is that you will acquire more knowledge and skills, so that in this impending chaos, you will be able to protect your loved ones and neighbors, and to rescue the elderly, women, and children who are displaced and suffering innocently in the flames of war. For the sake of our Great Sheng, may we preserve as much vitality as possible and keep the flame of life alive!"

These words struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer, and even made Li Xijun, who originally planned to "return home in glory," stop in his tracks.

His original plan was to appear in public as before, to continue to make the martial arts school famous, and at the same time, to reassure people.

At the same time, he also took this opportunity to return and pass on the further path of martial arts that he had created after his enlightenment, combined with the Three Realms system, to Zhang Fuhu and his senior brothers, so that their martial arts path could also far surpass that of ordinary people in the future.

But at this moment,

He looked at the martial artists below the stage, who were excited and eager to learn from Zhang Fuhu's selfless teaching.

I saw that thin, sallow-faced boy with incredibly bright eyes, desperately memorizing every movement;

Seeing that middle-aged man dressed as a coachman in a patched short jacket, his rough hands clumsily but earnestly demonstrating famous moves;

Seeing several elderly men with graying temples, whose clothes, though neat, could not conceal their destitution, it was clear that they had once practiced martial arts in their youth but, due to limited resources or talent, failed to break through the barriers of internal purification and marrow cleansing, and ultimately had to change professions to make a living. Now, their eyes had rekindled hope and enthusiasm...

Those focused, eager, and full eyes, along with Zhang Fuhu's words, made Li Xijun change her mind.

"Now that I have paved the way and glimpsed the scenery at a higher level... then the path of martial arts should not be limited to one family, one clan, one master and one disciple."

A completely new idea became clear in his mind.

"It should be like the sunshine and rain, benefiting a wider range of people and illuminating the path for those groping forward in the dark."

A smile of relief mixed with grand aspirations appeared on Li Xijun's face.

He abandoned the idea of ​​performing a public spectacle and enjoying the praise and admiration.

He no longer intended to disturb his master's teachings, his fellow disciples' busy schedules, or the studies of these martial artists who were still striving to seize every opportunity to become stronger in this chaotic world.

After taking a deep look at the imposing Zhang Fuhu in the arena, Li Xijun quietly turned around, her figure disappearing silently into the crowd like ink merging into water, without attracting anyone's attention.

next moment,

He had left the bustling Juxianlou, transforming into an invisible stream of light, heading straight towards the present-day capital, soaring through the air.

A plan far grander and more far-reaching than simply "returning home in glory and passing on martial arts" has quietly taken shape in his mind.

(End of this chapter)