From Martial Arts Dungeon to Master of Martial Arts

Zhenyuan Guan (True Origin View).

As dawn broke, Mu Sheng put on her Taoist robe and entered the Taoist temple. She saw a group of people waiting around, but the old Taoist priest had not yet arrived.

The young Taoist priest yawned as if he hadn't woken up yet.

Seeing that several people were practicing, Mu Sheng went over and started doing the movements as well.

The young Taoist priest, who had been yawning, suddenly widened his eyes and even stopped stretching.

The Taoist priest working alongside him stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Look," the young Taoist priest said, pointing to the movements Mu Sheng was making. The movements were fluid and precise.

"What's so strange about it? It's just the beginner's Five Animals Yuan Gong," the Taoist said dismissively.

"But he just registered yesterday," the young man said.

"What!?" The Taoist priest beside him was immediately shocked, turning to stare intently at Mu Sheng's movements, unable to find a single flaw: "How is this possible?"

Even if they learn this martial art and can perform the movements completely, it will take them at least five days.

You can master the movements perfectly in a day.

Even the most talented senior disciple in the temple couldn't do it at first.

"This person's comprehension is probably quite high," the young Taoist priest mused. "What a pity, his innate talent is inferior, and his bone age is too advanced."

The Taoist priest next to him shook his head: "Even if he can master the basics, he will only become an ordinary person. There's no need to worry about him too much."

Mu Sheng paid no attention to the two Taoist priests, but continued to perform the movements of the Five Animal Beasts Yuan Gong.

He discovered that the three days of training he obtained from the dungeon were not so simple.

A day lasts twelve hours, requiring complete focus on martial arts. For an ordinary person, the limit of being able to focus completely on martial arts is only one hour a day.

Based on this calculation, this one day is actually equivalent to the earnings of twelve days for others.

A total of thirty-six hours, or thirty-six days. Although he hadn't exactly etched this martial art into his bones, it had become an instinct.

But even so, it's not enough to get started.

After finishing his routine, he plopped down on the ground and rubbed his stomach.

I'm even hungrier now.

Although I ate quite a bit last night and ate something before leaving this morning, I still didn't feel full after either meal.

"If you continue like this, your qi and blood will be depleted, and you might not even be able to enter the gate of cultivation," said the old man sitting leisurely on the bamboo chair next to you.

Mu Sheng had no idea when the other party arrived.

He looked at the old man and said with a bitter smile, "My family is short of money and we can't even afford to eat. I wonder if you could give me some advice?"

The old man smiled, took out a small pill from his pocket, and tossed it to Mu Sheng, saying, "This is a Hundred Food Pill made of dried meat and various herbs. One pill can offset your daily training load. I'll sell it to you cheaply, one qian of silver each."

Mu Sheng's eyes lit up immediately, and he gritted his teeth as he pulled out a coin from his pocket and said, "Daoist Master, give me one."

The old man gave him a "you're teachable" look and immediately tossed the black pill in his hand to Mu Sheng. Mu Sheng caught it and respectfully placed the money in the old man's hand.

This money was his severance pay; the two taels of silver were still in his pocket. This money could buy twenty more and sustain him for a month.

Mu Sheng immediately brought the black meatball to her nose and smelled it, and immediately smelled the aroma of meat mixed with the scent of grass.

He put it directly into his mouth; it tasted like fried meatballs, but it was bitter and astringent. He swallowed it with difficulty.

Soon I felt that my stomach was no longer empty, and I even felt my body start to heat up.

The old man then leisurely said, "This thing is made from that filthy meat, some common roadside medicinal herbs, and a drop of demon beast blood. You can't buy something this good anywhere else."

Mu Sheng didn't know what "monster blood" was, but "filthy meat" usually referred to pork.

Because pigs are naturally drawn to mud, many people naturally assume that the meat is unclean.

"Practice it," the old man finally said softly.

"May I ask your name, Master?" Mu Sheng asked, clasping his hands in greeting. This item might not be worth much money, but it had solved his immediate problem.

"You can call me Jingyu, but I've also been your teacher and mentor," Jingyu said with a faint smile. "What should you call me?"

"Master Jingyu," Mu Sheng said, bowing respectfully.

"Hey, practice hard." Jing Yu waved with a smile.

Mu Sheng immediately returned to the crowd and began to practice diligently. Jing Yu held a stick in her hand, and if she saw anyone practicing incorrectly, she would go up and hit them with the stick, and she would also verbally abuse them without holding back.

But everyone remained silent; they knew this was the only place where they could change their fate.

Naturally, they will work even harder.

This practice session lasted all afternoon.

Jing Yu said, "As the saying goes, too much of a good thing is bad. Those who came here to practice this morning should rest and come back tomorrow or the day after. If you're not familiar with the movements, practice them properly."

Mu Sheng listened to the advice and sat down next to Jing Yu, breathing heavily. He was covered in sweat, which soaked through his clothes.

"You're actually listening to advice." Jing Yu was satisfied with Mu Sheng's attitude, while many others were still gritting their teeth and persevering.

"If we ruin our health practicing like this, even if we succeed, it will probably be very difficult to continue," Mu Sheng said. "But Master Jingyu, how can we be considered to have entered the beginner level if we practice like this?"

Jing Yu was pleased with Mu Sheng's address and said with a smile, "As for martial arts, you can't reach the higher levels right now, but nowadays, those of you who practice martial arts are collectively called Jin practitioners, and Jin practice is divided into three levels."

"The first level is when you can twist the power of your whole body into one force, which is called Tong Jin. Usually when others punch, they use the power of their fist or arm, but a Tong Jin martial artist usually uses the power of their whole body. Think about the difference."

"And this second level is called striking power, which means you can project all the power of your body outwards, instead of just focusing on your fists and feet, but directly into the other person's body. This is pure skill."

"The third level is called neutralizing force, which means you can directly neutralize the force that others have injected into your body. This level is also the strongest level of control over force."

"If you want to enter the sect, you only need to reach the Tongjin level. However, normally at this level, it would take ordinary people three months, dullards half a year, and only those with exceptional talent can enter the sect in a month." Jing Yu squinted at the crowd who were still struggling to practice martial arts and smiled, "The reason why my Zhenyuan Sect selects people in this way is firstly to collect some operating fees, and secondly to use this process of sifting through the sand to find those with exceptional talent."

Looking at these people who were gritting their teeth and practicing hard, Mu Sheng knew that she was not such a talented person.