Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

The next day, early in the morning.

Chen Feng carefully tucked the money pouch inside his clothes, closed the door, and set off early, heading towards the inner city.

After passing through several alleys and winding through several streets, we found a large courtyard of single-story houses near the inner city.

The door was ajar, and shouts and muffled thuds of fists and feet striking wooden stakes could be heard from inside, even through the courtyard wall.

Chen Feng looked up at the wooden plaque above the door—Dragon Martial Arts School.

This is it.

"Knock knock knock"

Chen Feng stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After waiting a while, the wooden door opened, and a burly man, eight feet tall with a face full of scars, came out, coldly sizing him up. When he saw it was Chen Feng, his expression softened slightly.

Chen Feng had inquired about the price before, and his attitude was sincere. He had even slipped some copper coins to the burly man, so the man had some impression of Chen Feng.

"Have you saved enough money?"

That's enough.

"Come in."

The burly man turned around, and Chen Feng strode after him, stepping into the courtyard.

Inside the courtyard, a dozen or so men, shirtless, were lifting stone weights to practice their strength.

The burly man who opened the door led Chen Feng through the corridor, talking as they walked.

"You already know the fees: two taels to start, seven taels includes accommodation and meals, and ten taels or more includes herbal medicine. The duration is six months for all programs; how much you learn depends entirely on yourself. Which level do you want to enroll in?"

Two ounces will suffice.

Upon arriving at the payment counter, Chen Feng informed the cashier of his name and age for registration. He then took out two taels of silver that he had prepared beforehand from his money bag and handed it to the accountant.

After the weighing was confirmed to be correct and the payment was recorded, the accountant quickly handed Chen Feng a wooden plaque. His name and the payment date were engraved on it.

After six months, the wooden sign will be invalid, and tuition fees will need to be paid again.

[You've witnessed the process of a martial arts school recruiting disciples... Experience +100]

Chen Feng was taken aback; he couldn't believe even this could increase his experience.

"From this day forward, you will be a disciple of our Dragon Martial Arts Academy. My name is Zhao Shanyue, and I will be in charge of instructing the newly initiated disciples this month."

"Senior Brother Zhao," Chen Feng greeted.

Zhao Shanyue nodded.

Turn around.

Chen Feng did as he was told. Zhao Shanyue gently placed his hand on Chen Feng's shoulder, his fingertips sinking slightly as he pressed lightly along the shoulder bone, through the spine, knee, and ankle, without haste or delay.

Chen Feng felt a slight tingling sensation penetrate his bones.

[You have completed a aptitude test... Experience +100]

"Hmm... his aptitude is slightly better. If he practices diligently and perseveres for a few years, he might become a martial artist when the opportunity arises."

"Yes."

Chen Feng sighed inwardly. He had originally hoped that his amazing talent would prevent him from being too bad as a transmigrator, but he hadn't expected it to be like this.

After several years... such a lack of talent is truly distressing.

Chen Feng had inquired and learned that innate talent is extremely important for martial arts. For example, there was a person in Pingcheng who was born with superhuman strength and could lift a cauldron even as a child.

They are born at the finish line that most people have.

Zhao Shanyue's reassuring tone clearly indicated that his chances of making a name for himself through martial arts were slim.

However, the money has already been paid, and there's no way to get a refund.

"Alright, come with me. I'll teach you the breathing technique first. Once you've mastered it, you can start practicing it."

Chen Feng followed closely behind Zhao Shanyue to a courtyard paved with bluestone slabs.

In one corner of the site stood a row of wooden dummy stakes, along with stone locks and stone weights of varying sizes. The largest of these were several giant rocks, each as tall as a person.

The people practicing here were different from the group of men we had seen before; they were all teenagers. But the strongest among them was already able to lift a huge rock and do squats.

"Come on, stand here. Watch me demonstrate."

Zhao Shanyue slowly walked up to Chen Feng and personally demonstrated the breathing posture: feet shoulder-width apart, back straight, head hanging as if suspended by a thread.

"Inhale to store, exhale to release; let the nose take in clean air, and let the mouth expel stale air..."

Chen Feng listened carefully, not daring to miss a single word.

[You listened attentively to the explanation... Experience +200]

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"alright."

Zhao Shanyue straightened up and handed over a slip of paper.

Chen Feng took it and quickly scanned the words on it: "Breathing Exercises".

"Can you read?"

"I recognize it."

The original owner had attended school for a few years and was able to read and write.

"That's good. See for yourself. If you don't understand, just call me. The posture is just like I did. The breathing techniques are all written down on the paper. Once you've mastered it, I'll teach you the rest."

After saying that, Zhao Shanyue turned and left, instructing the other students in the courtyard.

Chen Feng glanced through the breathing technique in his hand.

The dense writing was identical to what Zhao Shanyue had demonstrated.

However, he smiled knowingly. This piece of paper recording breathing techniques was no longer useful, because...

With a thought, words appeared before my eyes.

[Breathing Exercises]: Beginner Level (0/200)

Back when Zhao Shanyue demonstrated it, his experience system had already recorded this breathing technique. Now, all Chen Feng needs to do is add points to it.

[Experience: 12675]

"Dark Blue! Add some points!"

As soon as Chen Feng had a thought, the data on the panel changed rapidly.

[Breathing Techniques]: Slightly accomplished (0/200)

At this moment, Chen Feng felt a warm current rising within his body, cleansing his body along his meridians. He felt full of energy and wanted to find something to punch a few times to vent his frustration.

"Continue," Chen Feng thought to himself.

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[Breathing Exercises]: Entering the Master Level (0/200)

Having reached a high level of proficiency, Chen Feng immediately stopped adding points, worried that his skill level would be too high and his outward appearance too obvious.

Previously, when he fully performed Tai Chi, a sudden change occurred in his body, startling those around him. It took him a lot of talking to smooth things over, and he gained experience from that experience.

The purpose of doing this is to prevent being too outstanding and arousing suspicion. In today's world, the most feared thing is to stand out and be targeted.

With each breath, Chen Feng could feel his immense life force. The urge to vent it had subsided, and the warm current within his body had grown stronger.

"Cool!"

Chen Feng exclaimed inwardly, "This breathing technique is truly miraculous! If I had known this breathing technique during my physical fitness test in my previous life, I wouldn't have been out of breath even after running a thousand meters."

Chen Feng didn't immediately call his senior brother Zhao over. Instead, he practiced the posture on the spot a few times, pretending to be a beginner and making his posture look a bit awkward.

"Hmm, not bad."

Zhao Shanyue, who was instructing the other disciples, was very pleased to see that Chen Feng had grasped the concepts so quickly.

Although this junior brother has average natural talent, he still has some comprehension.

However, Zhao Shanyue was shocked to see Chen Feng's movements becoming more and more skilled and fluid, and his breathing becoming more and more rhythmic.

"He's clearly entered the door! This kid has such comprehension! He's made some progress in such a short time!"

Zhao Shanyue's eyes flashed with surprise. After instructing the students in front of him, he came to Chen Feng's side.

"Senior Brother Zhao." Chen Feng bowed respectfully.

"You did very well; you have talent. Even I couldn't have mastered this breathing technique within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

"Thank you for the compliment, senior brother."

A hint of admiration flashed in Zhao Shanyue's eyes. He was neither humble nor arrogant, and his polite manner made people feel good about him.

The other students nearby, seeing Chen Feng's remarkable comprehension, began to whisper among themselves.

"Hey, who is that person? He's so quick to understand."

"I don't know, I've never seen them before, they must be an ordinary family."

"Martial arts training should begin from a young age. I don't have a high opinion of someone like him who started learning late in life, almost an adult."

"Let me tell you, when I came over just now, I happened to see Senior Brother Zhao examining his bones. Guess what? His bone structure is slightly better!"

"Slightly better physical attributes? What does that mean? Aren't physical attributes categorized as superior, medium, and inferior?"

"Hey, you don't understand. Senior Brother Zhao speaks tactfully, always afraid of hurting people's feelings or causing trouble to demand a refund. 'Slightly better aptitude' means 'below average aptitude'."

"Below average! Not even average?"

"Yes, yes, but it's still better than inferior physique. It's better than never even reaching the threshold of becoming a martial artist in your entire life."

"How long do you think it will take that person to cultivate qi and blood?"

"Tch, low-to-mid-level martial arts talent. Just you wait, he'll be slinking away in six months."

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