Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

Five or six days passed in the blink of an eye.

One day, Zhang Qingshan was studying boxing techniques in a corner when a voice suddenly came: "Hey, Zhang Qingshan, you're practicing quite well, kid."

Turning my head to look, I saw Zhang Youcai's son, Zhang Feng, standing smugly a few meters away.

"You didn't expect that, did you? I've joined a martial arts school too. Hey, what are you looking at? Come over here and tell your older brother about the rules and customs of our martial arts school."

He stood with his legs apart, pointing at Zhang Qingshan, while glancing smugly at the others.

Zhang Qingshan was very familiar with this attitude. In his memory, Zhang Feng had always treated everyone in the village, except for his father Zhang Youcai, with contempt.

Zhang Qingshan used to avoid him, but now he didn't even flinch, turning his head away with a cold expression to continue his cultivation.

"You, Zhang Qingshan, didn't you hear me? I am Zhang Feng, the son of the village chief of Zhangjia Village. I will continue to lead Zhangjia Village in the future. As long as you treat me well..."

Zhang Qingshan frowned, and someone noticed, a thought flashing through his mind.

He walked up to Zhang Feng and slapped him.

She slapped him hard on the back of the head: "Who do you think you are, bossing people around like that? The son of a mere village chief, you dare to act all high and mighty in my martial arts school. You even dare to call Senior Brother Zhang by his full name."

"Slap!" Another slap sent him staggering.

"You've only just entered the martial arts school and you're already rebelling against the Heavenly Gang? Will you never be able to turn the world upside down in the future? My brother Zhang is a level three martial artist. How dare you, an ordinary person, order him around? Even if your village chief father came, he would have to be respectful. Hurry up and call him Brother Zhang."

Zhang Feng's eyes widened in disbelief.

Even with his head buzzing from the blows, he couldn't help but groan and mutter, "Level 3 martial artist? Zhang Qingshan?"

How long has it been? He's already a level three martial artist? He's even a level higher than Zhu, the leader of the mountain gang I've been trying to curry favor with!

How is that possible!

But looking at Zhang Qingshan's indifferent expression and the way he was lecturing his martial arts disciples...

His legs felt a little weak, and then a fawning smile appeared on his face:

"Senior Brother Zhang, Brother Qingshan, Xiaofeng was just joking with you. We're from the same village, and we can't be two Zhangs."

The speed at which he changed his tune is no wonder he studied in the mountain gang where the strong rule and the weak are prey to each other.

Although Zhang Qingshan disliked this family, he didn't harbor any deep hatred for them and didn't want to engage in any pretense of politeness, so he ignored them.

Of course, if the other party doesn't know what's good for them later, Zhang Qingshan isn't exactly a good person.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the other side, where there was a large Zhang Feng, who was inexplicably hostile towards him. Zhang Qingshan had already noticed the coldness in his eyes.

In their past lives, these people would have been considered bizarre and insane, but in this world where bullies prey on the weak and fear the strong, those who follow the crowd prosper while those who defy it perish, there are far too many of them. It's not uncommon for them to kill an entire family over the slightest displeasure.

People like Zhang Fengrongteng are cowards who bully the weak and vent their anger with violence. They are truly despicable. Words and reason cannot subdue them; only fists and violence can. They are not worth wasting words on.

Words can subdue a gentleman, and fists can suppress a petty person.

Seeing that Zhang Qingshan ignored him and didn't seem to be retaliating, he realized that Zhang Qingshan was ignoring him.

Zhang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, a sense of pride flashing through his mind. A peasant is still a peasant; even if he becomes stronger, he still won't have much of a temper.

He straightened his clothes, looked at the others, and said, "Hehe, Senior Brother Qingshan and I grew up together."

Seeing his smug look, some people were speechless, but they couldn't help but admire Zhang Qingshan's magnanimity.

He didn't even seize the opportunity to retaliate on the spot. Some people might feel that he wasn't assertive enough, but others might feel that such a person is more trustworthy to associate with.

These noises did not affect Zhang Qingshan in the slightest.

Life goes on.

Zhang Feng was like a drop of water flowing into a river. His arrogance upon entering the martial arts school was quickly shattered. He was lazy, indulged in drinking, gambling, and womanizing, and his body was already exhausted. He couldn't remember the stances, couldn't perform the postures, and was just fooling around with the martial arts school. He had no perseverance and was always trying to curry favor with others.

Without Zhang Qingshan even lifting a finger, he was already being belittled as worthless by others.

The smooth social skills he learned in the mountain gang, which he thought allowed him to flatter and fawn, did not bring him success. Instead, he became the object of ridicule, and Rong Teng had another target to scold, which helped him regain some of his self-confidence.

Zhang Qingshan watched all of this with indifference.

Three days later, on the morning of this day, Zhang Qingshan was quietly cultivating. If someone were to observe him carefully, they would notice that he seemed to be in a good mood, with a look of eager anticipation in his eyes.

.....

"Hey kid, you've got long arms and legs, and unusual bones. This bone structure is a bit strange, it seems... No, I'll go get Senior Sister to take a look."

Since Qinghe Martial Arts School opened its doors to new students, new disciples have been entering every day, while those who failed to become martial artists have been forced to leave.

Hope and despair play out every day, and Zhang Qingshan has become used to it.

However, since Zhang Qingshan entered the martial arts school, he had never heard his sixth senior brother say such a thing. After all, having ordinary physical attributes is the most normal situation. Today, however, a different situation has occurred.

Surprised, he turned around and was even more surprised to find that he recognized the person.

It was Wang Quan's nephew, Wang Zhi, who sold his own spirit clam. It seems that after getting the money, he ultimately chose to practice martial arts. I wonder if he will have any trouble leaving the water ghost team.

Is he born with unusual physical attributes? Zhang Qingshan looked at his slightly unusual physique and recalled what Wang Quan had said about him being a natural swimmer and diver, and that at only fifteen years old he was already better at swimming than everyone else in their village.

His ability to obtain the spirit clam was perhaps not due to good luck, but rather to his strength in the water.

At this moment, Zhang Zhi looked terrified, not understanding the meaning behind the words of the important figure from the martial arts school.

The reason he came to the martial arts school to learn martial arts was because he heard his uncle Wang Quan boast about Zhang Qingshan every day, and he actually felt a certain resentment towards him, which is why he made up his mind to take out his money.

But seeing that the other party was going to invite some senior sister, he felt uneasy.

Especially when looking at the disciples inside the martial arts school, each of them had an extraordinary temperament and was dressed in excellent clothes. Even the disciples who were having their bones touched at the same time had a cheerful temperament that did not seem like people from the lower class.

Looking down at his patched jacket with two holes, and the thick calluses and scars on his hands and arms from sunburn, a wave of inferiority washed over him.

Several young men dressed in silk training clothes pointed and whispered disdainfully from a distance, making him even more uneasy.

He felt weak and flustered, his eyes darting around, when suddenly a look of joy appeared in his eyes, and he immediately walked to the side.

"Sir, you're here too. I'm Wang Zhi, Wang Quan's nephew. Do you remember me? I sold...that...to you back then."

Zhang Qingshan also smiled and said:

"Of course I remember. In fact, I got the better deal. Don't call me 'sir' or anything like that. We're all from humble backgrounds. Now that you're in the martial arts school, we're all disciples, no one is older than anyone else. If you really want to call me that, just call me Senior Brother Zhang."

Wang Zhi's eyes lit up, and his deliberately hunched back straightened unconsciously. He was overjoyed. Yes, I am a martial arts disciple now, no longer an ant or a water ghost in the mud. He cupped his hands and said, "Greetings, Senior Brother Zhang."

Seeing that Zhang Qingshan seemed easy to talk to, he asked nervously, "Senior Brother Zhang, why did that Sixth Senior Brother go to call for Senior Sister? Could it be that there's something wrong with me?"

Zhang Qingshan comforted you, "This is a good thing. Judging from what Senior Brother Chang said, you must have extraordinary potential, so he needs Senior Sister to confirm it. It seems that this time you will not only get what you want, but you will also receive special training."

Wang Zhi was delighted, his eyes darting around: "Senior Brother Zhang, what is innate talent, and what about you guys?"

"Haha, most of us are just ordinary people with good physiques. I've never seen anyone like you in all the time I've been here. Congratulations on your flourishing martial arts, Junior Brother Wang Zhi. Go back and wait now."

Wang Zhi cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Zhang." His eyes brightened noticeably, his inferiority complex seemed to have disappeared, and he no longer felt awe or trepidation when facing Zhang Qingshan; his gaze began to meet Zhang Qingshan's eyes directly.

He wasn't stupid; on the contrary, his ability to read people and weigh pros and cons during his life at the bottom of society was ingrained in his very bones.

He already knew from Zhang Qingshan's words that his innate talent was stronger than others.

Great news! Excellent news!

Returning to his original position, he habitually lowered his head and scanned the entire training ground, which was filled with light. Looking at the few new disciples around him, he twitched his lips, a fleeting smugness of "you're nothing special" flashing across his face.

Zhang Qingshan watched these changes with a smile.

That's just how human nature is—so vivid and profoundly real.

It doesn't matter. Whether it's Zhang Feng or Wang Zhi, they are just one of the millions of strange and wonderful people you will encounter in your life, a mixed bag of good and bad.

I will take it in stride, observe it indifferently, and wait for it to pass peacefully.

These are nothing more than small ripples in life, perhaps one day they will dissipate like bubbles when the lake and sea swell.

Zhang Qingshan smiled again, because the familiar voice finally rang out.