Discovering a Cultivation Method

Lu Qing suddenly realized that the world he had been reborn into might be one that possessed extraordinary powers.

His heart was filled with both joy and alarm.

He was delighted because, as a Chinese person, he carried an inexplicable yearning in his bones for a life of roaming the land in chivalry, sword in hand and song on his lips.

He was alarmed because a world like this, where immense power could be gathered into a single body and powerful individuals could arise, would be far more dangerous than an ordinary world.

As the saying went, knights used martial prowess to defy prohibitions. Once people possessed great strength, they easily came to disregard all manner of rules.

When the strong flew into a rage, the weak drank bitterness—such things were likely all too common.

And he himself was now a weakling without the strength to truss even a chicken.

If he one day carelessly encountered some evil person who knew how to cultivate, that person could probably wipe him out with a casual flick of the hand.

Thinking of this, Lu Qing could not help but feel a trace of danger looming over him.

Some of his original plans needed to change.

Lu Qing sank into thought again, slowly mulling things over in his heart.

Early the next morning, Lu Qing cooked a pot of River Shrimp Porridge, then woke Xiao Yan. The siblings drank the porridge together.

"Brother, the shrimp porridge is so, so good!"

The little girl drank with noisy slurps. Raising her head, a grain of porridge still stuck to her face, she happily said to Lu Qing.

"I'm glad you like it. Drink slowly, or you'll choke."

Lu Qing reached out and picked the grain of porridge from the corner of her mouth.

"Brother, are we going fishing again today?" Xiao Yan asked.

"Not today. After we finish eating, we'll go to Grandpa Chen's place."

With the household's food temporarily taken care of, Lu Qing did not plan to go fishing for the next couple of days.

Besides, he had caught quite a few fish from the small fish fishing spot yesterday. It would probably need some time to recover.

As for the other two fishing spots, that crude fishing rod would likely be unable to hold up.

Before he could make a better fishing rod, Lu Qing did not intend to fish at those two spots.

There was no helping it—the family was too poor. Every scrap of resources was precious, and he could not afford to waste any of it.

"We're going to Grandpa Chen's?" Xiao Yan's eyes lit up.

The little girl had been asleep all day yesterday and did not know that Old Doctor Chen and Grandpa Zhang had come by.

"Yes. Do you want to go?" Lu Qing asked.

Children generally had an instinctive fear of people like doctors, and Lu Qing was not sure whether Xiao Yan would be the same.

"Yes~" the little girl said earnestly. "Grandpa Chen is really nice. He cured Brother's illness, and Xiao Yan hasn't thanked him yet."

Lu Qing smiled. "That's right. We'll thank Grandpa Chen together."

After finishing their porridge, Lu Qing locked the door and took Xiao Yan out.

Old Doctor Chen did not live in the village, but halfway up a small mountain behind it.

As Lu Qing led Xiao Yan along the path, he saw from afar a solitary little courtyard faintly emerge halfway up the mountainside, looking quite picturesque.

When they reached the middle of the mountain, Lu Qing saw a figure moving about before the courtyard. He was about to speak, but suddenly closed his mouth.

At the same time, he tugged Xiao Yan and made a quiet gesture to her.

Because he could tell that Old Doctor Chen did not seem suited to being disturbed right now.

Old Doctor Chen was practicing a fist form.

Lu Qing did not recognize what kind of fist form it was. To him, it looked somewhat like the tai chi old grandpas practiced in parks in his previous life.

The movements were slow and unhurried.

But after watching for a few moments, Lu Qing noticed the difference.

Old Doctor Chen's movements looked soft and limp, yet every move and stance seemed to carry a gust of force. They flowed like drifting clouds and running water, strikingly beautiful to behold.

Just as Lu Qing was becoming absorbed in watching, a line of text suddenly appeared in his vision.

Cultivation method discovered. Begin simulation?

Huh? Lu Qing's pupils suddenly contracted.

His ability actually had a function like this?! Looking at Old Doctor Chen, who was still deeply immersed in his fist form, Lu Qing forcibly calmed his wildly pounding heart and silently chose yes.

Simulation initiated. Current progress: 1%, 2%, 3%...

As he watched the progress bar silently tick upward in his vision, Lu Qing's heartbeat could not help accelerating again.

He had never expected that his ability could simulate other people's cultivation methods.

Just yesterday, he had been worrying over having no way to come into contact with this world's cultivation arts.

Now, just as he grew sleepy, a pillow arrived.

Lu Qing stared fixedly at Old Doctor Chen's movements while keeping an eye on the simulation progress.

48%, 49%, 50%

When the simulation progress reached fifty percent, Lu Qing found that it had stopped, and the text disappeared.

Looking ahead, he realized that Old Doctor Chen had already finished practicing his fist form.

Lu Qing secretly lamented the pity of it.

If he had arrived a little earlier, perhaps he could have simulated Old Doctor Chen's entire fist form one hundred percent.

Now that it was stuck halfway, it left him feeling rather uncomfortable.

But Lu Qing only regretted it briefly before adjusting his mindset.

Discovering another function of his ability on this visit was already an enormous gain.

As for Old Doctor Chen's cultivation method, there was plenty of time ahead. There would always be opportunities in the future, so there was no need to rush.

After Old Doctor Chen finished a round of fist practice and completed his closing stance, he finally looked toward Lu Qing and Xiao Yan.

In truth, he had known they were standing nearby all along.

It was simply that morning practice had become a habit, so he had not stopped.

"You're here. Have you eaten breakfast?" Old Doctor Chen asked gently.

"We have," Lu Qing replied respectfully.

Xiao Yan stepped forward and took the Old Doctor's hand. "Grandpa Chen, thank you for curing Brother's illness."

"Hehe, little one, the person you should thank is yourself. If you hadn't cried so hard that day, I wouldn't have gone inside to see what was going on."

The Old Doctor stroked Xiao Yan's head, somewhat moved.

That day, he had been wandering through the village when he happened to hear Xiao Yan crying. Unable to bear it, he had gone inside to check on things, only then discovering how seriously ill Lu Qing was.

"Why should Xiao Yan be thanked? Grandpa Chen cured Brother's illness," the little girl asked, puzzled.

"That wasn't entirely my doing. Your brother recovered because fortune favored the good." The Old Doctor sighed.

After returning home yesterday, he had consulted his medical books again, but still could not find any record of Lu Qing's symptoms.

In the end, he could only attribute it to Lu Qing's good fortune, to heaven watching over the fortunate.

Xiao Yan could not understand the Old Doctor's words and could only nod vaguely.

Only then did Lu Qing learn that there had been another reason Old Doctor Chen had treated him.

He looked at Xiao Yan fondly, then deeply bowed to the Old Doctor once more. "Thank you, Grandpa Chen, for saving my life."

"You... ah, forget it, forget it."

In the end, Old Doctor Chen merely waved his hand and did not explain further.

Because he knew that no matter how much he explained, Lu Qing and Xiao Yan would still believe that he was the one who had cured the illness.

Since that was the case, why explain any further?

"Grandpa Chen, what were you doing just now? Practicing a fist form?" Xiao Yan asked innocently at that moment.

Lu Qing also looked toward the Old Doctor.