Panshi Fist Entry, Nurturing Blood Essence

Panshi Fist Academy.

Zheng Shan slowly raised his hands, practicing the stances of Panshi Fist.

The movements appeared simple and ancient, and the speed was not fast.

But each move carried a unique charm.

As his arms extended, a faint, low sound of wind and thunder accompanied it. This was the sound of Blood Essence circulating rapidly within his body, frictioning against his tendons and bones.

His feet were like the roots of an old tree, firmly planted on the bluestone slab. His posture was as stable as Mount Tai, as if neither a gale nor a storm could shake him in the slightest.

Wang Yuan held his breath, watching with complete concentration.

Under the extraordinary perception granted by Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone, he could not only see Zheng Shan's every subtle movement.

He could even faintly capture the trajectory of the opponent's Blood Essence running through specific meridians and that surging power, contained yet not released, hidden yet not revealed.

This was a true martial artist.

This was the martial path!

After completing a set of fist techniques, Zheng Shan retracted his stance and stood upright, his breathing steady. He looked at Wang Yuan.

"Were you able to remember some of it?"

Wang Yuan closed his eyes, carefully recalling the scenes in his mind. The moves, the artistic conception – they were as clear as if branded.

He opened his eyes and replied honestly and humbly, "I remembered about seventy to eighty percent of the moves, but regarding the 'intent' within them, I am dull-witted. I could only grasp a superficial understanding."

Zheng Shan's eyes widened with surprise. Although he had slowed down the speed of his fist techniques.

The circulation of power and the changes in Blood Essence contained within were extremely complex.

For an ordinary disciple to remember thirty to forty percent of the moves after one viewing would be considered good.

Wang Yuan could remember seventy to eighty percent?

This comprehension...

"It's alright. The moves are the shell, the artistic conception is the soul. Take your time to understand it."

Zheng Shan suppressed his surprise.

He began to break down and explain each move, meticulously.

He imparted to Wang Yuan, without reservation, the techniques for generating power in each movement, the coordination of Blood Essence, and the key to mobilizing the tendons and bones throughout the body to work in unison.

Wang Yuan listened as if entranced. Combined with the characteristics of his own Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone, many points became clear with just a hint.

He could even draw inferences, posing questions that made Zheng Shan's eyes light up.

Zheng Shan explained and demonstrated the moves, key points, and Blood Essence circulation methods of Panshi Fist several times. Seeing that Wang Yuan could quickly remember the moves.

But the circulation of Blood Essence was clearly not something achievable in a single day, so he relaxed.

He was getting old, and such detailed instruction was quite taxing. He waved his hand and walked to a lounge chair under the shade of a tree to rest, picking up a purple clay teapot and taking a sip of tea.

"I have taught you all the moves. The rest is a matter of diligent practice and careful contemplation. Try to guide your own Blood Essence and nurture the first wisp of 'Blood Essence' belonging to Panshi Fist."

"This step is from nothing to something, the threshold for a common person to step into the martial path. It is the most difficult, and you cannot rush it."

Zheng Shan closed his eyes to rest, his voice carrying a hint of weariness.

"Practice on your own and feel the charm within."

Seeing this, Zheng Ying brought a plate of exquisite pastries and fruits and placed them on a small table beside her father.

She also brought a portion for Wang Yuan, and then stood with Senior Disciple Brother Shi Long not far away, conversing in low voices.

Shi Long looked at Wang Yuan, who had already begun practicing each move diligently in the training area.

Although his movements were still a bit stiff, his stance was very correct.

Shi Long scratched his head and asked Zheng Ying in a low voice:

"Second Junior Sister, with Junior Brother's talent, how long do you think it will take him to nurture Blood Essence and get started with fist techniques?"

Zheng Ying's clear eyes gazed at Wang Yuan's movements. After a moment of thought, she said softly:

"Junior Brother has a High Grade Bone Structure. His Blood Essence is naturally abundant, his tendons and bones are strong, and his comprehension of the artistic conception of fist techniques seems extremely fast..."

"In my opinion, perhaps... within seven days, he has a chance to get started."

"Seven days?"

Shi Long's bull-like eyes widened, and he gasped, forgetting to keep his voice down.

"That fast? I had to gnaw on monster beast meat for a month and soak in countless medicinal baths before I barely touched the threshold."

"Second Junior Sister, your bone structure is a bit better than mine, and it still took you over twenty days, right?"

Zheng Ying nodded slightly, her eyes also showing a hint of emotion.

"High Grade Bone Structure is indeed extraordinary."

Everyone considered this an extremely optimistic, even audacious, estimate.

After all, nurturing Blood Essence and knocking on the door of martial arts was a chasm that had stumped countless people for their entire lives.

However, they had no idea what astonishing changes were happening within the young man in the training ground, who appeared to be diligently honing his moves.

Wang Yuan's mind was calm, completely immersed in practicing the Panshi Fist.

Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone not only granted a powerful physique but also extraordinary control and perception over one's own Blood Essence and bones.

The Blood Essence circulation methods taught by Zheng Shan, to him, were like clouds parting to reveal the sun, with many crucial points becoming instantly clear.

Following the methods, he guided his intent to direct the already surging, potent Blood Essence within his body along specific meridian pathways, circulating it slowly.

At first, it was somewhat sluggish.

But soon, with the extraordinary resilience and guiding ability of Dragon Tendon, and the powerful Blood Essence support from Tiger Bone.

The surging Blood Essence, like a tamed wild horse, began to flow obediently along the paths required by the fist technique.

Once, twice, thrice...

He practiced tirelessly, his movements becoming smoother and smoother.

That unique fist momentum also began to emerge on him.

His feet seemed to take root, faintly connected to the earth.

At a certain moment, when his intent perfectly matched the fist stance and his Blood Essence circulation reached a certain point.

"Buzz!"

A barely audible hum emanated from within him.

A unique stream of hot, heavy energy suddenly surged from his Dantian, like a seed breaking through the soil. Though subtle, it was full of vitality and a sense of power.

This stream of energy naturally merged into the surging river of his Blood Essence.

Its nature seemed to undergo a subtle change, becoming more condensed, heavier.

The first wisp of Blood Essence unique to Panshi Fist was formed!

Wang Yuan's movements didn't stop, but his mind was clear. He had succeeded.

With the enhancement of his heaven-defying Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone aptitude, this first step that normally required months or even years of arduous effort for ordinary people, he had accomplished in just one afternoon.

But he made no announcement, continuing to practice meticulously, familiarizing himself with this newly formed Blood Essence and consolidating his grasp of the fist technique.

As the sun set, painting the horizon a shade of orange-red.

Zheng Shan, having rested enough, opened his eyes and saw Wang Yuan still practicing tirelessly.

His training clothes were soaked with sweat, and he couldn't help but nod inwardly.

This disciple had a tenacious spirit; he was indeed a promising talent.

He had also investigated Wang Yuan's background; his origins were clean, just ordinary common folk.

Born into poverty, gaining an opportunity, yet remaining neither arrogant nor impatient, still willing to endure hardship to practice martial arts, this indicated an extraordinary character.

Zheng Shan stood up, walked into the training ground, and clapped his hands, "Alright, Xiao Yuan, that's enough for today."

"The path of cultivation requires balance."

"Nurturing Blood Essence is not a task for a single day; it requires medicinal meals and the nourishment of monster meat to accumulate slowly and reach fruition naturally."

"Don't be anxious. With your talent, plus the support of potent medicines and monster meat, as your teacher, I believe that within seven days, you will surely..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Yuan slowly finished his stance and turned around, sweat beading on his forehead.

But a calm and confident smile graced his face as he interrupted him:

"Teacher, I have already nurtured my Blood Essence."

"Panshi Fist, I should have achieved basic mastery."