Heir to the martial arts world, starting with not crying at the Grim Reaper

Gu Jiu headed south, and as he walked, dawn broke.

On the way, he came across a great river with a mighty current, and he couldn't help but jump in and practice the Cloud-Dispelling Palm for an hour.

The more he practiced, the more refreshed and invigorated he felt.

So far, it seems that the Cloud-Dispelling Palm truly lives up to its reputation as a divine palm technique, with no side effects other than making one hungry quickly.

This time, Gu Jiu wasn't simply practicing standing in the water; he was also going downstream from time to time.

When going downstream, he will simultaneously unleash "Flowing Water and Clouds" and "Cloak and Moon".

Especially when he unleashed the "Flowing Water and Clouds" strike with the current, the water flow, accompanied by the palm wind, coiled around his body like white snakes, propelling him forward, as if he were riding several white snakes, making him look incredibly imposing.

In the water, his palm strikes became even more powerful and free, as if he were a fish in water.

Gu Jiu estimated that if he mastered the Void Cloud Force, the Void Cloud Force within his body would be vast and boundless, and his palm force would also be vast and boundless, making the ability to sever a river with a palm strike a piece of cake.

None of the three books of "Dispelling Clouds Palm" explain what constitutes the Great Completion and Lesser Completion of the Void Cloud Force. Gu Jiu can only define it by his own wisdom. He believes that being able to perform a complete set of Dispelling Clouds Palm techniques constitutes Lesser Completion. To achieve Great Completion, one must not only be able to perform the palm techniques continuously for a long time, but also have the power to reach the level of "Severing Rivers and Mountains".

It should at least reach the level of TV dramas.

Last night's experience did not dampen Gu Jiu's confidence at all; in fact, it gave him a "ruler" to compare against.

Last night, he clearly stumbled into a "high-level game" in the martial arts world.

Putting aside the fact that the peddler was a terrifying and mysterious figure in the martial arts world, his goods were ridiculously expensive, with the cheapest spicy hot pot costing forty-eight taels of silver.

You should know that forty-eight taels of silver could buy a house with a small courtyard in a less desirable part of Wuyang City. This is something that ordinary martial arts masters cannot afford.

Since they are all experts, he naturally has no need to belittle himself.

He guessed that the worst one was "Chu Liuxiang" who practiced pig kung fu, since the woman below him didn't even mention him.

However, even the true energy released by "Chu Liuxiang" was much stronger than his.

According to the description in "Miscellaneous Notes on Martial Arts", ordinary martial arts practitioners first cultivate their qi and blood and physical strength. Only after breaking through the qi and blood barrier can they cultivate a breath of true qi. This means that before the opponent has true qi, their physical strength is already very strong.

Unlike him, he first developed the unique true energy of the Cloud-Dispelling Palm, "Xuyun Jin," while still in a very weak state. Now, Xuyun Jin not only doesn't have his powerful physique as a foundation, but it also nourishes his physique.

I must say, this is a good treatment.

In just ten days and half a month, Gu Jiu had already shed his former frail appearance. Now, with his body soaking wet in the river and wearing a red cloak, he really did resemble Bu Jingyun.

However, he should be thinner than in the movie and TV series versions, and far from being as muscular as in the comics.

However, it's only a matter of time.

What he lacks most right now is still to quickly master the Void Cloud Force.

Even though he could generate three streams of Void Cloud Force within his body to cultivate simultaneously, which was nearly three times faster than ordinary cultivation, it was still not enough.

Cultivating true qi is a gradual process, not something that can be achieved overnight like adding points in a game.

Although the girl Hua Yao from last night was about the same age as me, I guess she had been practicing martial arts since childhood, and her true energy had accumulated over a longer period of time. Not to mention that she should have had guidance from a famous teacher and many precious medicinal herbs and foods to help her.

The competition in this world truly begins from birth.

Gu Jiu lost because he debuted late and had a short time to get started.

However, this is not a problem for a peerless genius like him.

If he can collect more than ten versions of the "Cloud-Dispelling Palm" technique, then practicing it for one year is equivalent to others practicing for ten years, and he can catch up very quickly.

Gu Jiu knew that even if he wasn't hunted down by the shopkeeper Huang San and the Eight Directions Ink Sect, he would eventually have to come out and collect the secret manuals. It was just that the other party had come to his door, which accelerated this process.

This is really forcing me to grow up!

After using the force of his palm strike to travel a mile or two through the water, Gu Jiu felt a bit hungry, so he jumped out of the river and continued on his way.

That night, the stars twinkled.

This was Gu Jiu's sixth night traveling the martial arts world.

He had been on the move for the past few days because he had occasionally seen people from the Eight Directions Ink Sect a couple of days ago.

This made him a little nervous, as he felt that all these people were coming for him.

"Damn it, I was just acting in self-defense, yet they sent so many people to deal with me," Gu Jiu couldn't help but complain.

Because he had been confined to the goods store and only had one fixed route for delivering goods, he had never noticed that the Eight Directions Ink Sect's sphere of influence was so large and that it had so many disciples.

If he comes back to kill, he'll probably have to unleash thousands of palm strikes and kill thousands of people to be satisfied.

He traveled here with great difficulty, hiding here and there, enduring wind, rain, and mosquito bites. He was looked down upon by the women below him, which even delayed his martial arts training. All of this was thanks to these people.

And he needs to run even further.

Fortunately, things have improved a lot in the last two days. Those people must have gotten tired of chasing us, and they've disappeared without a trace.

It is evident that no matter how powerful a martial arts force is, it cannot control too large a territory. If it controls too wide a territory, then it is no longer a martial arts force, but the imperial court, or the emperor.

Wait, are there emperors in this world?

According to the peddler that night, he had all sorts of things, from martial arts holy sites to heavenly palaces, and that there must be palaces in this world.

Where there is a palace, there is an emperor, but in this Qingshan Prefecture, he had never heard of any emperor or court, nor had he seen a single government office.

With a snap, Gu Jiu slapped another mosquito to death and couldn't help but scratch his arm.

He has been bitten by mosquitoes more than ten times.

These mosquitoes in the wild are truly ferocious. Several times, Gu Jiu couldn't help but use his Cloud-Dispelling Palm to kill them, but it was like using a cannon to kill mosquitoes; he couldn't get rid of them all.

Or, if you kill a few, the force of your palm strike might disturb the nearby weeds and leaves, attracting even more mosquitoes hiding inside.

Damn it, it's all the fault of Manager Huang San and the Bafang Mo Sect!

clap clap clap!

Along this road, the sound of swatting mosquitoes was incessant, because Gu Jiu was not the only martial artist traveling at night.

"Brother Zhang, these mosquitoes are really fierce! My brother has been bitten so many times that the welts have gotten bigger."

"Who told you to have holes in your pants?"

"I didn't want to either. The fighting in the city was so fierce. I only got a few holes in my pants, which is already considered good."

"Go forward, and to avoid this swarm of mosquitoes, find a breezy spot where they can't land."

"Brother Zhang is more experienced."

"That's for sure, otherwise how could Brother Zhang have the reputation of being called the 'Fat Tiger of the Mountains'?"

"We've made the right choice by following Brother Zhang. If we had stayed in the city to help him, we probably wouldn't have survived."

……

Gu Jiu finally understood that this group of people had run away from a place called Qingsong Town.

They were supposed to be a group of martial arts practitioners who frequently helped out, but they were quite different from the martial arts practitioners Gu Jiu had imagined.

Although these martial arts practitioners in Wuyang City who help others may not become extremely wealthy and are prone to getting into trouble, they at least live a life of luxury and have money to spend.

But what about these people in front of us?

His gait was revealing, his straw sandals were dirty and tattered, his trousers had holes in the buttocks, and his coarse linen clothes were covered in mud. If you didn't know him, you would think he was a beggar.

They're both from the same old gangster world, but the difference is just too big.

"The opportunity has arrived, let's rest here."

Sure enough, a gust of wind rose over the barren land ahead.

The wind was neither too strong nor too weak, making the surrounding weeds sway and creating a refreshing breeze.

Just as the "Fat Tiger in the Mountains" said, mosquitoes can't even stand here, so there's no worry about being bitten.

In this world of martial arts, you need experience to even walk the streets.

Gu Jiu also rested nearby.

In the darkness of night, that group of people were still bragging.

"My brother was being held by him, and I held his brother back. In a situation like that, you absolutely can't back down!"

"I suddenly increased my strength, and that guy increased his strength too. In a battle of wits, the brave one wins! I didn't hold back at all and crippled him completely, which is how I won, albeit injured!"

"Tiger is amazing! He truly lives up to his nickname, the Fat Tiger of the Mountains!"

……

Gu Jiu was speechless for a moment.

It can only be said that he accidentally entered a high-level game before, but tonight he encountered a low-level game.

Low-level matches are the norm in the gaming world, but this is way too low.

It was a bunch of lowlife thugs praising each other, saying things like "This fat tiger in the mountains is awesome" or "That four-armed fat ape is powerful," making everyone want to laugh.

It was late at night, and after playing the flute for a while, the group of men got tired and decided to start a fire and rest.

The quiet didn't last long before another commotion arose on the road, and another group of people walked by, praising each other as they went, creating quite a scene.

"Mountain Fat Tiger" sat up abruptly, his expression grave. "This is bad, it's the Turtle Man Gang."

Gu Jiu: "???"

"What gang?"