Embodying Myriad Traits, I Will Eventually Become Immortal

"Martial Nephew, how is your body recovering?"

He still felt somewhat guilty about Meng Chuan's injury.

A good friend had entrusted his disciple to him, only for the boy to get struck by lightning.

Though the kid had brought it upon himself, he still bore responsibility for failing to keep watch.

"Much better. I'll be fully recovered in another couple of days."

"Tsk, tsk. Your recovery ability truly isn't human.

So, tell me whatever questions you have. I'll answer as many as I can. If there's something I can't answer, Headmaster Chen told you to find him once you recovered. You can ask him then."

Meng Chuan nodded in thanks.

"Alright, thank you, Martial Uncle. I've only just entered the realm of Combat Skill Rhyme, and I don't understand its principles very well. I wish to ask you about all of them."

Martial Uncle Zhao pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"Alright. You understand the basics, such as what the four realms of form, state, rhyme, and spirit represent, correct?"

"I understand."

Principal Yang had explained those things before. Once Meng Chuan remembered something, he would not forget it.

"Good. The realms of form and state in fist arts and combat skills are, compared to an ordinary person's schooling, like going from primary school all the way through university. Reaching perfection in the realm of state is equivalent to graduating from university.

Only after breaking into the realm of rhyme do you truly begin researching Fist-and-Foot Arts and formally step onto the endless path of combat skills."

"Endless? Martial Uncle, isn't there still the final realm of spirit?"

"...That is merely a beautiful fantasy. Even Great Sages are nowhere close to reaching it. What are you thinking?"

"I understand."

Meng Chuan did not understand these things, so he simply asked.