Physical immortality begins with Bajiquan

Chapter 65 A Lifetime of Two Circumstances

In the afternoon, Qin Heng arrived at Songxuan Martial Arts Hall.

"Senior Brother Qin, you've arrived!"

"Senior brother, you're here! Teach me the Eight Great Moves one more time today!"

"Senior Brother Qin!"

When he entered, the disciples stopped what they were doing and surrounded him, their voices full of respect and enthusiasm.

Qin Heng nodded slightly in acknowledgment as he walked to the wooden stake where his senior brother Zhang Mingyuan used to stand. He had returned to the Zhang family in the inner city seven days ago to focus on breaking through to the Transformation Realm. Now, only he and Li Yiping were on duty at the martial arts school.

On the surface, Heyang City returned to its former tranquility. The aftershocks of the Ming family's destruction gradually faded, and the streets and alleys returned to their former bustling activity.

But Qin Heng knew in his heart that this was just a brief period of calm before the next storm.

The remaining four major families are openly and secretly recruiting soldiers and desperately expanding their power. The various forces are intertwined, and a new storm is brewing.

Qin Heng stood silently on the wooden stake, looking at the group of young and naive junior brothers and sisters beside him. His heart was filled with a thousand thoughts, and he felt that a storm was brewing and the wind and clouds were about to blow.

When he came last year, he was just as naive, but now he is completely different.

Chen Jingyi's words of recruitment still echoed in my ears.

However, Qin Heng had no interest in joining the Chen family's army. Even if the other party had a way to enter the Seven Yang Sect, the current situation was turbulent, and he could not rashly enter the game and take sides.

If Wu Keshang had agreed to Ming Lou's request and become a guest of the Ming family, he would probably be buried in the desolate mountains of Heifengkou long ago.

Relying on a prestigious family is ultimately a matter of living under someone else's roof; only by having solid personal skills can one truly establish oneself.

With this thought in mind, he cleared his mind of all thoughts, lowered his waist and elbows, focused his mind and calmed his breath, and steadily began practicing the stance training.

Time passed silently. During the day, Qin Heng practiced Bajiquan stance training diligently at Songxuan Martial Arts Hall, and at night he would practice the Vajra Indestructible Body diligently when he returned home.

Four months have passed in the blink of an eye, winter has gone and flowers are in full bloom, and the season has entered early summer.

As the warm breezes gradually intensify and the summer heat begins to arrive, the martial arts school takes on a new look. Many new disciples have arrived, but many older disciples have also left.

Wu Geng, a hard worker, failed to gain admission to the martial arts school after four consecutive attempts and left.

Senior Brother Zhang Mingyuan failed once in his attempt to break through to the Transformation Realm, and is currently undergoing his second attempt.

Qin Heng's progress was steady, especially his Vajra Indestructible Body, which, after nights of arduous training, successfully entered the second level.

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

Bajiquan (Great Perfection 1782/1800)

Bajiquan (Great Completion 1688/1800)

【Shadowless Steps (Mastery 188/1800)】

【Shadowless Leg Technique (Mastery 68/1800)】

【Indestructible Body and Iron Bones (Small Completion 98/400)】

With the full support of the martial arts school and the blessing of the Bajiquan Power Root Diagram, for Qin Heng, as long as he practices diligently step by step, reaching the Transformation Realm is only a matter of time.

As the sun grew stronger, the disciples in the martial arts school continued to practice, sweating profusely.

Qin Heng stood firmly on the wooden stake, motionless, calming his mind and focusing on his arduous cultivation.

"Oh no! Oh no! Fifth Senior Brother! Eighth Senior Brother!"

Qian Erqiang rushed in from outside the martial arts school, drenched in sweat and panting heavily, shouting urgently, "Senior Brother failed his second attempt to break through to the Transformation Realm! He failed again!"

hum!

The entire Songxuan Martial Arts Hall was instantly thrown into an uproar. All the disciples practicing martial arts in the courtyard stopped what they were doing, and each of them had a different expression on their face.

Some people sighed with regret, while others looked gloomy. Even the eldest disciple failed to break through, so what chance would the other disciples have?

Standing in the crowd, Li Yiping also looked dejected and sighed softly, "After two consecutive defeats, I'm afraid it will be extremely difficult for Brother Zhang to break through to the Transformation Realm in the short term."

After a few sighs, he turned to Qin Heng and said, "Eighth Junior Brother, you keep an eye on things at the martial arts school for now. I need to go to the Zhang residence to see our Senior Brother."

Qin Heng immediately nodded in agreement: "Fifth Senior Brother, please go ahead. Master and I are here at the martial arts school, so nothing will go wrong."

Li Yiping nodded slightly, then cupped her hands towards Xu Feng, who was teaching newcomers boxing techniques, and said, "Third Senior Brother, I'm going out for a bit, I'll be right back."

Xu Feng nodded slightly, said nothing more, and turned to continue instructing the new disciples on how to practice their boxing techniques.

Although his martial arts foundation was destroyed and he had almost no hope of ever setting foot in the martial arts world again, his basic boxing skills remained. Grateful for his master's kindness in taking him in, he stayed at the martial arts school but was unwilling to waste the rest of his life. So he devoted himself to teaching new disciples, sharing the trivial matters of the school, and doing his best to contribute his meager strength.

After Li Yiping left, the atmosphere at Songxuan Martial Arts School remained oppressive and somber.

The disciples had lost their usual enthusiasm for martial arts training. They were all restless and lacked energy in their practice. They were listless and lethargic, lacking their usual spirit.

In this somber atmosphere, more than an hour passed quietly. Suddenly, with a loud crash, the door of the martial arts school was kicked open, breaking the silence.

Everyone looked toward the entrance of the martial arts school. They saw that Li Yiping's face was ashen, the veins on her forehead were bulging, her clothes were torn and twisted, and her right hand was bruised and covered with dirt, clearly indicating that she had just been in a fight.

He strode in, his whole body radiating an uncontrollable rage, followed closely by his senior brother Zhang Mingyuan, whose expression was solemn.

Zhang Mingyuan hurried after him, his voice low as he urgently urged, "Fifth Brother! Calm down! You've gone mad! You beat up a Huang family servant for him! If this gets out of hand, how are we supposed to explain to Master? And of all times, why are you so impulsive, deliberately provoking the Huang family!"

"So what?!" Li Yiping abruptly stopped, turned around sharply, and roared, her voice sending shivers down everyone's spines. "I just came from the Zhang family and saw him being bullied by those bastards! Even if he was wrong before, even if he was expelled from the martial arts school and became a cripple, he was still Master's disciple! He was a properly registered martial arts scholar! His academic achievements are still displayed on the lintel of our martial arts school!"

His eyes were bloodshot, surging with rage: "But the Huang family treats people like livestock, throwing them in front of their mansion to shovel latrines and clean filth, whipping and kicking them at the drop of a hat! This isn't just humiliating Qin Tianbao alone; it's a public disgrace to my Songxuan Martial Arts School!"

Li Yiping stepped aside, and everyone's eyes immediately fell on the hunched figure behind him, which was none other than Qin Tianbao, whom they hadn't seen for several months.

He wore a coarse cloth servant's uniform stained with black and yellow filth, the fabric so thin that the scars on his body were visible. His trousers were rolled up to his knees, and his calves were covered in mud and fresh whip marks, oozing blood. His right arm was severed at the elbow, the empty sleeve tied around his waist with a tattered hemp rope, and his left hand gripped a chipped wooden dung ladle tightly.

He kept his head down the whole time, his chin resting on his chest, his shoulders hunched over, not daring to lift his head, as if he were some kind of shameful filth, no longer the young and successful, spirited person he once was.