Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

They learned that Chen Feng, like them, had initially only trained his strength.

Previously, all I knew were health preservation techniques.

He has never formally learned boxing.

For a moment, the shock in everyone's eyes deepened.

"What kind of monster is this! He doesn't even know basic boxing techniques?!"

"Look at his eyes, he's clearly wondering, 'So you have to learn basic fist techniques before learning the Five Elements Fist?'"

"It's true what they say, comparisons are the thief of joy!"

……

Chen Feng's comprehension was so dazzling that everyone completely forgot that he was only of inferior talent.

"Mountains."

"Disciple is here."

Zhao Shanyue took a step forward and bowed.

"Afterwards, you will be in charge of taking care of Chen Feng and arranging related matters."

"Disciple obeys."

"Chen Feng".

"Disciple is here."

Zhou Bingzhong's gaze softened considerably as he looked at Chen Feng and began to speak.

"You're clever enough to use health-preserving techniques to neutralize the force, but don't do it again. Don't try to combine two techniques without perfecting them, or you'll go astray."

"Also, don't force yourself to use martial arts anymore. It puts a lot of strain on your body and can easily damage your foundation. If I hadn't been here today, you might have suffered a hidden injury if you had made a mistake, and it would have bothered you for the rest of your life."

Do you understand what I'm saying?

"Thank you for your guidance, Master. I will remember it."

After Zhou Bingzhong finished giving his instructions, the young man with the stick nodded to Chen Feng in a friendly manner, and Chen Feng returned the gesture respectfully.

Then Zhao Shanyue took Chen Feng to purchase the necessary items and retrieved a set of formal disciple's robes from the storeroom.

"Senior Brother Zhao, I'm not a registered disciple, so why am I being given the robes of a formal disciple?" Chen Feng asked, puzzled.

"Haha, Junior Brother Chen, you didn't know? Your status as a nominal disciple is higher than that of a regular formal disciple."

Zhao Shanyue became extremely enthusiastic, completely treating Chen Feng as one of his own.

"Do you know that Master hasn't accepted any disciples for several years? Even those with superior aptitude are not worthy of being disciples."

Chen Feng's eyes flashed with surprise; he hadn't expected this.

He thought his innate talent was so bad that he couldn't even become a formal disciple.

"At our Dragon Martial Arts Academy, once you become a martial artist, you are all promoted to formal disciples, and we are all brothers. So why do we need to set up these nominal disciples? Isn't that redundant?"

Zhao Shanyue kept everyone in suspense before slowly explaining.

"Once a disciple becomes a martial artist, they become a personal disciple, with a status far higher than that of a regular disciple. There will also be a formal apprenticeship ceremony. Haha, just thinking about it is exciting! Master hasn't taken on a personal disciple in a long time."

"Of course, there is a time limit for being a registered disciple, which is six months. If you cannot become a personal disciple within six months, you can only be an ordinary disciple. However, since you have caught the master's eye, becoming a martial artist within six months should not be a problem."

Zhao Shanyue patted Chen Feng on the back, as if to say, "I believe in you."

"Currently, Master only has five direct disciples. I am the fourth. The one standing next to Master just now is the second senior brother, Yao Xingzhi. If you are learning the staff, then the second senior brother will demonstrate the staff techniques for you."

The image of the young man with the stick flashed through Chen Feng's mind.

Some of them are too young; they look much younger than Zhao Shanyue.

Seemingly understanding what Chen Feng was thinking, Zhao Shanyue smiled.

"My second senior brother has been with Master since he was a child. I have only been a disciple of Master for a few years. Although I am older, I should call him senior brother. Besides... my second senior brother is very strong. I am no match for him at all."

"Alright, wear these clothes for now, they're just temporary. Once you truly become a direct disciple, we'll prepare new clothes for you. Also, you can throw away the wooden plaque, take this instead."

Chen Feng took it; it was an iron plaque engraved with his name. Its shape was no different from a wooden plaque, but the texture was more refined.

"This is just a transitional period, just like for formal disciples. Once you become a disciple, your master will announce it to the outside world. At that time, no matter where you go, you will represent our martial arts school. Our Longxing Martial Arts School is considered a top-tier force in Pingcheng."

"I still remember the first time I met you. Of all the students I've taken on, you were the only one who would secretly slip me money, and you did it every time you came. I could tell you were going to amount to something at a glance."

Chen Feng sensed Zhao's kindness and chatted with him.

"It's not that I thought I could curry favor with my senior brother because he's tall and strong, looks imposing, and is very powerful."

"Haha, you're just my type! I can't wait for the day you become the sixth oldest..."

Chen Feng: "..."

The relationship between the two of them had grown much closer without them even realizing it.

……

Becoming a disciple grants numerous privileges. For instance, while other students are instructed by their senior brothers or martial arts instructors, Chen Feng is personally guided by the head of the martial arts school.

What delighted Chen Feng even more was that after becoming a disciple, he was even provided with meals!

Now he can spend more time boxing without worrying about being so poor that he can't even afford to eat.

The only downside is that we have to find our own accommodation.

In the following days, Chen Feng did not slack off in his cultivation just because he had become a disciple; on the contrary, he became even more diligent.

He spent all his time at the martial arts school, practicing the Five Elements Fist over and over again to hone his internal energy and blood. The pillar of energy and blood, as thick as a little finger, gradually expanded.

Zhou Bingzhong was very satisfied with Chen Feng, who remained humble and diligent in his martial arts practice.

On the path of martial arts, the worst thing is to work hard for three days and rest for two; only by persevering can one become a strong person.

Chen Feng's chopping fist became more and more proficient, and he was gradually able to complete a whole set. He felt that he was getting closer and closer to becoming a martial artist, and he could vaguely sense that barrier.

Becoming a martial artist doesn't even take half a year!

Chen Feng couldn't help but wonder if his innate talent was truly mediocre.

……

Dusk, Dragon Martial Arts School.

The disciples' quarters are located in a small courtyard on the east side of the martial arts school.

Two old trees stood in the courtyard, their branches and leaves lush and providing shade. The houses were all made of blue bricks and gray tiles, simple and unadorned, exuding a sense of solemnity.

The sons of wealthy families who spend a fortune to learn martial arts are all accommodated here, with accommodations and meals vastly different from those of other students. Not only do they eat the same lean meat as the formal disciples, but they also receive specially prepared herbal soups and medicinal baths to aid their training.

"Brother Lin, let's go have some fun tonight!"

The trainees greeted each other, laughing and joking.

"Sure, I've just had a breakthrough, so how about I treat you tonight?"

"Another breakthrough! Impressive, Lin Yan, you've been keeping a low profile. How can you improve so quickly when you're eating, drinking, and having fun with me every day?" a disciple exclaimed.

"Brother Lin has excellent aptitude. A few hours of his cultivation are equivalent to four or five days of our progress. In just a few days, he will be a formal disciple. If the headmaster takes a liking to him and accepts him as a personal disciple, his future will be limitless."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yan's lips curled up slightly, and a hint of smugness appeared on his face.

"Hey, speaking of personal disciples, have you heard? The headmaster recently accepted a disciple on a nominal basis."

"A registered disciple? How long has it been since Longxing Martial Arts School had a registered disciple? What's this person's aptitude? Could he be top-tier?"

One disciple shook his head and said, "I heard he's only at the intermediate level. I'm not too sure. He's from the boxing academy. We who learn staff skills basically don't see him more than a few times."

"I've heard about it too, but the news I heard is that the person's natural talent is only average to below average. He caught the eye of the master because of his amazing comprehension. I think his name is something like... Chen... Chen something, I've kind of forgotten."

"Chen Feng?"

"Yes, yes, that's the name. I've never heard of it before. I don't know where it came from."

A strange light flashed in Lin Yan's eyes, then he shook his head.

Impossible. There are plenty of people with the same name; they definitely can't be the same person. Besides, that person is long dead...