Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

"You can think of your blood as a great river, flowing mightily through your body. When the waves rise and fall, that overwhelming force, or rather, that strong wind, that is Qi (vital energy)."

You're not grasping the river itself, but rather the momentum of its movement. Do you understand now?

It's easier to understand what young people are saying.

Li Xin gently patted his forehead. "Now that you've said that, I'm not sleepy anymore."

In scientific terms, this is called potential energy, or a magnetic field, or an aura.

Therefore, qi drives blood to move, and blood moves qi to move; the two seem to be two different things.

One is real, the other is virtual; in reality, they are interconnected and complement each other.

The key to controlling Qi and Blood is not the blood itself, but the fluctuations that arise as the blood circulates and evaporates…

'No wonder, these people's attacks are almost instantaneous. Their thoughts are swift, their power erupting in milliseconds.'

'Ripples, I understand; it's the fastest transmission speed.'

Upon seeing Li Xin's expression, Cheng Yuanhua smiled, quite pleased with his teaching results: "You've grasped it, haven't you? Master only explained it once, and I understood it immediately. Although it's somewhat obscure, the principle isn't difficult to understand."

Without understanding the difference between blood vessels and qi vessels, and without knowing the yin and yang transformations of emptiness and fullness, truth and falsehood, this Qianyang Blazing Palm technique is truly difficult to master.

Both are explosive and springy forces, but the one that comes straight and direct is the hard force.

When it condenses into a needle, winds into a rope, and permeates like water, it becomes a gentle yet powerful force.

When the entire body is covered in a net, the Qi is activated, which is called transforming strength.

Therefore, before practicing the Qianyang Fierce Fire Force, one must follow the Twelve Regular Meridians and the Three Yang Meridians.

It transforms internal energy into fire, burning away meridians and destroying energy channels, resulting in extremely powerful attacks.

Finally, Cheng Yuanhua concluded: "What is merit? This is merit. Merit is application, and spirit is the foundation."

Actually, it would have been better and safer for you to start practicing when you were a few years older, when your energy and blood were stronger, and your physique was more robust. Unfortunately…”

"But the people behind the Qing brand can't hold back anymore?"

Li Xin lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then he understood the reason why his master had rushed to impart his skills today.

It would be too late to delay.

I have undoubtedly infringed upon the interests of certain individuals.

It's not as simple as killing a few scoundrels.

The most likely explanation is that the boys and girls who were rescued are closely related.

It could be funding, personnel, or both...

If I'm not mistaken, the Qing brand is just a front for the real deal.

I had repeatedly intervened, thwarting some of their objectives. That's why my master was so anxious and gave me these instructions.

Just because of the "Qing" brand doesn't mean we should underestimate them, but it doesn't mean they deserve such serious attention from the Cheng family martial arts school.

Judging from the master's attitude, the mastermind behind it all is someone who can't be spoken of. Everyone knows the truth, but they all pretend not to know.

If the lid is really lifted, there could be a great disaster.

The waters here run deep.

"I just injected a burst of Qian Yuan Fire Energy into your body. It can only last for eight hours. Comprehend it carefully."

"Flying Swallow, when you're controlling your strength, you need to focus and counter. You and your junior brother should practice push hands."

"Got it, Dad."

Cheng Feiyan wasn't afraid of trouble at all.

When she first tried to control her qi and blood to condense her strength, it was like catching a little mouse in the yard; it took her a long time to figure it out.

Now we'll see how much comprehension this junior brother has, and whether he'll be tormented to the point of questioning his existence.

Compared to Cheng Feiyan's attitude of watching the whole thing as a joke.

Li Xin, on the other hand, was eager to try.

"It turns out that the 'whole force' I was wielding was merely the strength of my muscles, bones, skin, and flesh. No wonder the several masters I encountered in succession always seemed to lack strength, their power crumbling at the slightest touch."

The eldest brother, Li Cheng, and Zhuang Hongxiu are probably only at the Tongli realm, and have not truly mastered the Gangjin realm.

Without the true teachings, one has to learn through trial and error on their own, which requires an unimaginable amount of effort.

I just thought of this.

Then they heard the sound of horses' hooves outside the door.

"Woo-la-woo-la," the sounds of string and wind instruments rang out together, blending into a sacred and melodious tune.

'Could it be an opera troupe coming?'

As Li Xin was thinking this, he saw his master and senior sister's faces suddenly turn extremely ugly.

He turned to look outside the door.

The carriage had stopped, and a bald monk wearing a yellow robe and a rooster-comb hat stepped out.

The man was large and stout, and he was carrying something in his hands.

The object was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, gleaming with gold, and was about the size of a water vat.

It looks very heavy.

As the monk walked, the stone slabs on the ground shattered with a series of cracks, leaving a crater with each step.

They trampled the ground and broke the threshold, making their way into the Cheng family's courtyard.

Behind him were four men and four women, all dressed as monks.

Holding musical instruments in their hands, they walked along, playing music as if they were attending a funeral.

"I heard that Master Cheng has taken on a fine new disciple. I am overjoyed and have come to offer my congratulations and present a generous gift."

The monk spoke in a loud, clear voice, so powerful that it made everyone's ears ring.

What gift should I give?

Cheng Yuanhua seemed to know who the other person was, and without bothering with formalities, he went straight to the point.

"Deliver the clock."

The monk laughed loudly.

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Chapter Thirty-Five: Not Yielding on the Spot

The fat monk's laughter subsided slightly.

His right arm suddenly sank, and the huge golden bell in his hand hummed and trembled, spinning rapidly.

The lotus, Buddha, and cloud patterns on the bell all transformed into a hazy light and shadow, stirring up a gust of wind.

"Cheng Yuanhua, you are known as the Eight Immortals of the Cold and Heat, and you have mastered the Bagua Kung Fu of Old Ghost Dong to a high degree. You have also created your own [Qian Yuan Fierce Fire Palm]. I wonder how it compares to my [Kundalini Golden Bell]?"

Before he could finish speaking...

The massive, rapidly spinning golden bell, faintly glowing red, suddenly roared forward.

Suddenly a strong wind arose, blowing dust half a foot into the air in the courtyard, the powerful wind swirling around.

Standing beside his master Cheng Yuanhua, Li Xin truly experienced the energy and potential of qi and blood that had been mentioned earlier.

If what Senior Sister Feiyan said about the rise and fall of the long river remains only in words...

The monk before him, with a single strike of his bell, unleashed a force akin to a collapsing mountain, allowing him to truly experience what "qi" (vital energy) meant.

The sun and moon move across the sky, rivers flow with great waves, and mountains stand tall; each has its own energy and its own domain.

It may be invisible, but it truly exists.

The giant golden bell roared and crashed down, but the strong wind hadn't even arrived yet.

It felt like my breathing was being suppressed...

The blood and qi are not flowing smoothly throughout the body, and the body's functions are slightly disordered.

Cheng Feiyan involuntarily took a half step back.

Clearly, it was also a psychological blow.

Cheng Yuanhua remained calm, with drooping eyebrows and half-open, half-closed eyes.

As his clothes billowed backward, he moved...

"What kind of bullshit is this Kundalini and Golden Bell? Read the letter carefully."

He took a half step forward, his right arm extending out gently and smoothly, like a willow branch swaying in the spring breeze of March.

It's like wading through water to catch fish... The palm movements are gentle and ever-changing.

It looked like a slow move, but it was a perfectly timed, gentle flick to the right.

The giant bell vibrated and hummed, as if it were stuck to his palm.

As he turned his palm, the golden bell also circled his body.

"go with!"

After Cheng Yuanhua finished spinning around, the Golden Bell Spin not only didn't stop, but it got faster and faster.

The golden-red flames on the bell condensed into a faint handprint.

bang...

He took another half step forward, lowered his waist and hips, and used his waist to drive his elbows and palms to press horizontally...

A muffled whistling sound.

Jin Zhong scored three points faster than when he arrived, and bounced back with a whoosh.

A strong wind swept through, its force almost lifting the stone slabs off the ground, followed by a series of loud cracking sounds.

"Good timing."

The fat monk with the rooster-comb haircut suddenly changed his expression.

He took a deep breath, and his arms suddenly swelled up.

A pair of hands, fiery red like cinnabar, swelled to nearly twice their original size. He stepped back and crossed his hands to block in front of him.

bang...

Where the hands struck, a fiery red light suddenly shone brightly.

The fat monk's clothes on both arms turned to ashes and were shattered by the strong wind, drifting away.

The enormous golden bell let out a long thud and suddenly shattered... exploding into three or four pieces, which fell heavily to the ground.

The monk stepped back, taking three steps in quick succession.

With each step back, her face flushed a little more.

It wasn't until the third step that he finally managed to step firmly, breaking the stone slab under his foot and exhaling a long puff of white air.

"Excellent palm technique... Shaking the body and stepping forward, the flames soar into the sky, truly worthy of the name Qian Yuan Fierce Fire."

However, with this skill alone, it's still a bit lacking to protect your little apprentice.

Upon hearing this, Li Xin's hand trembled slightly, and he placed it on the revolver at his waist.

His expression remained unchanged, but his gaze was indifferent and cold.

So, they came for me after all?

Even though Master didn't say anything, he naturally knew, which is why he called me over early on.

Even though my senior sister didn't say anything, she understood perfectly well. That's why her expression was so unpleasant.

It's very likely that they are wary of the other party.

The result is not.

What puzzled Li Xin was that, despite the fact that the fat monk had clearly been at a disadvantage after exchanging blows with the [Kundalini Palm] and [Qian Yuan Blazing Fire Palm], he remained arrogant, as if he had gained the upper hand.