Physical immortality begins with Bajiquan

Three days later, at Songxuan Martial Arts School.

With only ten days left until the martial arts examination, almost all the disciples rushed back to the martial arts school, hoping to make a final push at this crucial moment.

In the past, disciples who were on temporary assignments outside the temple have all asked for leave to return to the temple.

In their view, it is good to pass the high school entrance exam, but it is normal not to pass. This effort is not only to comfort themselves so that they will have no regrets, but also to shut up their relatives, friends and others.

In the outer courtyard of the martial arts school, everyone was focused and diligently practicing in the training ground. Some were standing firmly in their stances, as stable as a rock, while others were repeatedly practicing their boxing techniques.

On the training ground, disciples were also exchanging blows and exchanging moves in pairs, their fists whistling through the air, and the entire courtyard was filled with a tense atmosphere of giving it their all.

Mo Guangren paced back and forth in the inner courtyard all day long, his expression solemn.

The martial arts school has suspended recruitment, and he is now focusing all his energy on the disciples with internal strength cultivation, teaching them with great care, hoping that talented disciples like Qin Tianbao and Xu Feng can excel in martial arts.

After all, the disciples of the outer academy were only at the Ming Jin level. Even if their fist techniques were honed to a high level, they would still be unable to defeat the weakest An Jin. He really did not want to waste any more energy on them.

Qin Heng was also practicing his skills on the wooden stakes in the training ground, with Li Shoutian, Ji Sanlang, and Wu Geng next to him.

Not far away, Qian Erqiang, Liu Dadao, and the others were no longer as relaxed as before. They gritted their teeth and practiced their stances and boxing techniques diligently, daring not to slack off in the slightest.

They practiced until nearly evening before the disciples in the martial arts school gradually stopped and left in twos and threes.

Before leaving, Qian Erqiang, Liu Dadao and the others saw Qin Heng still practicing hard on the stake, but they had no heart to make any more sarcastic remarks, as they were already exhausted and completely drained.

With just a cold, sidelong glance, the group put their arms around each other's shoulders and walked away.

Qin Heng ignored them; he was now focused solely on the pile foundation beneath his feet.

"We can begin to unleash our hidden power."

He thought to himself, "Now that my body's Qi and blood are full, I have reached the peak of the Ming Jin realm. Time waits for no one, and I must achieve my goal today."

Suddenly, the surging blood and qi within Qin Heng's body shifted, no longer bursting outwards. Instead, it slowly contracted and sank inwards, gradually settling down along his muscles and meridians.

As darkness fell, the martial arts arena was completely enveloped in twilight, and all the outer disciples had already left.

Qin Tianbao, Xu Feng, Huang Hanyan, Li Yiping and their group in the inner courtyard also finished their practice and were about to leave when they happened to pass by Qin Hengzhuang.

Qin Tianbao's gaze swept indifferently over the wooden stake, his tone carrying the indifference of a superior, "Your innate talent is predetermined, and you've reached the limit of Ming Jin. Yet you still don't know how to follow the strong and force your way into An Jin, which is nothing but self-destruction."

Xu Feng also looked helpless, shook his head slightly, and said nothing more.

Huang Hanyan's expression was cold and arrogant, her eyes fixed straight ahead, not deigning to even glance at her.

Only Li Yiping spoke softly, reminding him, "Practice a little longer, then go home early. It's not safe outside at night."

As soon as he finished speaking, the four of them left one after another.

Qin Heng was the only one left in the outer courtyard of the martial arts school.

......

a long time.

Qin Heng stood on the wooden stake, his eyes closed, the stake itself motionless. He calmed his mind and focused his spirit.

He was now at the peak of Ming Jin, his blood and qi were surging wildly, and his energy was exploding outwards.

However, he forcibly went against his will, forcing his restless blood and qi to converge and sink inward, and instantly suffered excruciating pain.

The blood and qi surged wildly against the tendons, bones, and fascia, causing the muscles throughout the body to twitch in waves. The bone marrow felt like it was being pricked by needles and roasted by fire, and the fascia was being torn apart inch by inch. The violent force kept backfiring on the body, trying to shatter the meridians and break out of the body.

Qin Heng instantly broke out in a cold sweat, his face contorted and turned pale, his jaw clenched so tightly that blood almost seeped from between his teeth.

But he knew that the longer he could persist, the purer and more profound his inner strength would become, giving him a greater chance of winning in future battles.

Ming Jin (manifested strength) originates from the flesh and blood, is loud and explosive, while An Jin (hidden strength) requires penetrating to the bone marrow, concealing its inner strength, and not letting its power leak out. It must be connected to the Ren and Du meridians, as still as a deep pool, silent yet concealing a deadly edge.

Sweat dripped down his jawline, splashing tiny specks of mud as it hit the wooden stake. The spasms in his muscles grew more and more intense, even his fingertips curled uncontrollably. A piercing pain washed over him like a tidal wave, each second feeling like torture in purgatory.

However, Qin Heng clearly sensed that his muscles and bones were becoming increasingly tough and dense, and the pores all over his body were contracting and closing violently—this was a sign that his flesh and bones were completely connected and his internal strength was about to be formed.

The night grew deeper and quieter. Qin Heng stood alone on the wooden stake, motionless, with rising heat emanating from his body.

Suddenly, a roar erupted from Qin Heng's body, and the excruciating pain gradually subsided, allowing his muscles, bones, and flesh to become completely connected.

Finally, he pulled through. A strange feeling enveloped his entire body, even more comfortable than when he broke through to the Ming Jin level.

The hidden strength has begun to take shape.

[Destiny: Diligence is rewarded by Heaven; success is inevitable]

【Bajiquan (Dacheng 1/1800)】

Bajiquan (Minor Success Level 761/800)

【Shadowless Footwork (Beginner 68/300)】

"Bang!"

Qin Heng jumped off the wooden stake and landed heavily on the ground.

He suddenly threw a punch forward, which struck a wooden stake beside him. Unlike his previous punches, there was no booming sound. The punch was calm and quiet, and looked weak and powerless.

When the fist lightly touches the wooden stake, the surface remains completely still, appearing as if it were just a casual touch.

However, the restrained and profound inner force had already penetrated the body, drilling and spreading inward along the growth rings. The wooden stake quietly cracked and crumbled inch by inch deep inside, and the entire wooden stake became hollow and shattered. With a slight sway, it crashed to the ground.

Overt force destroys externally, making a sound and having momentum; covert force destroys internally, silently yet fatally.

With a deep, steady breath, Qin Heng exhaled a breath of stale air, looked at the fallen wooden stake, and muttered to himself:

"Is this... the hidden strength?"

He looked up and saw two old wooden stakes standing not far away, the very spot where Guo Man used to practice his skills. Next to them was Hou Xiaomei's stake.

Without lingering, Qin Heng strode past the two-person training posts and headed straight for the outer gate of the martial arts school.

The moment he stepped across the threshold, he looked up into the distance, shrouded in the deep night, and murmured softly:

"Senior Brother Guo, let me go and see the place you long for in your heart."

After leaving the martial arts school, we walked all the way to Fishing Fire Bay.

It was already completely dark by then, and the streets and alleys were deserted and silent.

Qin Heng walked home alone. On the way, he encountered members of the Tiger Claw Gang patrolling the streets. Those people only dared to greet him on the spot, and did not dare to ask him anything.

This is the change brought about by strength. With what kind of strength, one can ignore what level of rules.

With those thoughts in mind, he raised his hand and gently knocked on the door of his shop.

"Why are you back so late, Xiao Heng?"

Qin Ting opened the door upon hearing the sound, and quickly stepped forward to pull him into the house, her voice full of worry.

"Sister, I was so engrossed in my practice that I forgot the time," Qin Heng replied softly with a smile.

"You've grown up a lot, so I won't scold you anymore. The food's still warm in the steamer, come and eat!"

As she spoke, she gently tapped Qin Heng's forehead with her fingertip, her eyes filled with relief and anticipation.

"Why!"

Qin Heng responded, but didn't tell Qin Ting about his breakthrough in martial arts. He turned and walked to the stove, quietly taking out the food and eating.

"I need to find an opportunity to tell my master tomorrow."

The treatment of disciples with Ming Jin (manifest strength) and An Jin (hidden strength) in the martial arts school is vastly different. He needs to appropriately demonstrate his strength in order to receive more resources.

With the martial arts exam approaching, we must not let any opportunity to gain benefits slip by.