Purely practicing moves?
Zhang Rongfang knew in his heart that even if there was an improvement, it wouldn't be much.
There were similar martial arts techniques in novels from my past life, but they were nothing special.
"Don't look down on this kind of martial arts," Ye Bai said. "Pure techniques, combined with a suitable weapon, can often kill an opponent far stronger than yourself in one strike. Rank is not absolute."
"But the reaction speed varies greatly between different grades, so even a sneak attack would be difficult, right?" Zhang Rongfang himself had this experience.
"Human strength is finite, but resources are infinite." Ye Bai didn't elaborate, but instead changed the subject. "Alright, what do you want to choose? Pills, or martial arts?"
"Martial arts!" Zhang Rongfang said decisively.
Even though he is about to reach his limit, he has Attribute Special Ability, so he may not necessarily be completely restricted in the future.
Compared to elixirs, the opportunities to learn Superior Martial Arts are far fewer.
Superior Martial Arts require a master to provide hands-on, precise instruction; the slightest mistake can lead to a significant loss of mastery.
So, given the rare opportunity before him, he naturally wouldn't miss it.
Ye Bai glanced at Zhang Rongfang, seemingly surprised.
But she didn't ask any further questions.
Such is the rule of the Golden Wing Tower: apart from missions, members are not allowed to delve into each other's secrets on ordinary days.
Zhang Rongfang wasn't a member before, but now he is.
"Alright, I will pass on to you the martial arts of my Golden Wing Tower, the Golden Roc Secret Record. Over the next week, you must memorize all the training steps completely. Do not write them down in any book; you must memorize them with your heart."
How much you can remember depends on your luck.
"Okay!" Zhang Rongfang nodded emphatically.
Ye Bai nodded slightly and began to explain.
"The Golden Roc Secret Record is a superior martial art of movement techniques that my predecessor, the Tower Master of the Golden Wing Tower, comprehended two hundred years ago while observing hundreds of birds soaring."
Its techniques can be divided into Sixth Grade, focusing primarily on cultivating movement speed. According to their grade levels, they can be categorized as: Sparrow, Dove, Owl, Eagle, Spirit, and Roc.
"Huh? Only Sixth Grade?" Zhang Rongfang asked in surprise.
"Yes, it's only at the Sixth Grade." Ye Bai nodded. "But the reason why the Golden Roc Secret Record can be ranked as a top- Sixth Grade is that it can be practiced in multiple ways without increasing the burden on one's body. The Sixth Grade Breaking Limits of this martial art is only equivalent to Breaking Limits of ordinary martial arts three times."
Zhang Rongfang immediately understood.
In other words, given enough time and comprehension, the Golden Roc Secret Record can be practiced alongside any other martial art! A thought struck him; no wonder it was considered Superior Martial Arts. If such a martial art were to spread, it would undoubtedly be fought over and coveted by countless people.
Especially those martial artists who are about to reach the limit of their skill level.
"Alright, now focus. I'll pass on the First Layer of the secret manual to you." Ye Bai waved his hand gently.
Suddenly, tiny figures scattered around, guarding the area around the courtyard to prevent eavesdropping.
Under the moonlight, Ye Bai's lips moved slightly, and her voice, like a stream, slowly reached Zhang Rongfang's ears.
The two of them spoke and listened attentively, one speaking and the other listening carefully.
More than an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Then came the hands-on practice.
Ye Bai fluttered in the wind, and each rehearsal was as graceful and pure as a dance.
Zhang Rongfang even saw a hint of sacredness in it.
When it was his turn to learn, he became clumsy and inept.
In the days that followed, he came to Shanlan Road every night to study the Golden Roc Secret Record.
He gradually gained a deeper understanding of the powerful martial art of the Golden Wing Tower.
This martial art emphasizes using all external objects to accelerate oneself.
When using movement techniques, the speed is not very fast at the beginning, but as time goes by, the movement techniques will become faster and faster.
Simply put, this is a martial art that demands extreme precision and control.
They have reached an extremely demanding level of control over themselves and over the external environment.
This martial art can transform all force into acceleration. Until finally, like a roc spreading its wings, it soars ninety thousand miles into the sky! In the blink of an eye, the week has come to its final day.
On the night of the seventh day.
Ye Bai held an Iron Flute and stood in the pavilion at one end of the dojo.
The pavilion is surrounded by sheer curtains that sway in the wind. Each curtain bears the inscription of a single character.
'Heart', 'Spirit', 'Body', 'Soul'.
After some instruction.
"Tonight is the last time. Have you mastered all the cultivation Mind Method?"
She looked at Zhang Rongfang, whose face was furrowed, not far away, and asked quietly.
Zhang Rongfang was speechless.
I thought this Golden Roc Secret Record was similar to the Returning Spring Purifying Time Talisman Classic, but it turns out that this martial art emphasizes comprehension.
It's not about leaning on the head.
It is an understanding gained through physical perception.
Some of the moves and techniques are linked together in a very strange way.
As a result, in just one week, he only mastered two levels of the training method.
Now it seems no wonder Ye Bai didn't restrict what he studied before.
They even acted like, 'As long as you can learn, I'll teach you everything.'
It turns out that from the beginning, this guy knew that he couldn't memorize much in just one week.
Seeing that Zhang Rongfang remained silent, Ye Bai was not angry.
"After today, it may be a long time before we meet again."
She slowly approached.
"You're acting strangely."
"Strange?" Zhang Rongfang looked at the other person in confusion, not understanding what she meant.
This big shot's speech is always very unpredictable. It seems like he just says whatever comes to mind.
"You showed no sign of frustration or resentment. Even knowing you could only reach the Eighth Grade, you showed no sign of being downcast," Ye Bai asked, puzzled.
She had never met anyone so confident in themselves.
Judging from his bone age, he clearly doesn't have much time left to practice martial arts. So why? "I haven't tried it yet, I haven't really reached the end, isn't it too early to worry about these things now?" Zhang Rongfang laughed.
"But you're twenty-six," Ye Bai.
Twenty-six, only four years away from thirty.
At that point, one's vital energy and blood will decline, and it will be best if one can maintain one's martial arts skills, let alone continue to advance.
"I'm really only eighteen," Zhang Rongfang corrected.
"It's truly remarkable that someone so confident at twenty-six years old can still be so self-assured," Ye Bai nodded.
She rarely met someone as strange as Zhang Rongfang.
Although the data showed that he was indeed eighteen, his bone age didn't lie; he was actually twenty-six, or even older.
He was able to Breaking Limits four low-grade martial arts without a master's guidance. His aptitude for martial arts should be quite good.
Is this all after a week of instruction? Back then, she memorized the entire Golden Roc Secret Record taught by her master in just one night.
"I'm leaving. From now on, you and Xu Miaotong will manage this place in Tanyang together."
Ye Bai stopped thinking about it; there were plenty of strange and unusual people in the world.
Initially, she received a message saying that Zhang Rongfang had exceptional talent and had the potential to reach the Spirit Grade in the future.
To show that she took it seriously, and since she happened to be nearby, she came over in person to teach him.
But the result was disappointing.
Zhang Rongfang should have good comprehension skills, but he ruined himself through excessive training.
Now, a week later, Ye Bai feels that he needs to revise his judgment of this little guy.
This guy's comprehension is also quite average. Fortunately, she has a stubborn personality. Although the result was much worse than she expected, she still taught him seriously for a week out of a sense of responsibility.
"My lord, I've only mastered two levels of the secret records here. Look at this," Zhang Rongfang said helplessly.
To be honest, he was somewhat unwilling. He had finally encountered a pure movement-based martial art, and if he couldn't learn it completely, what would become of it later? "You can seek Xu Miaotong. She has mastered three levels," Ye Bai replied.
"What about the rest?" Zhang Rongfang asked. "Does Your Excellency have a way to teach me?"
"You're already twenty-six. Learning two levels should be enough, right?" Ye Bai asked in surprise.
With four years left, given Zhang Rongfang's aptitude, he will need to practice two levels of the Golden Roc Secret Record and also his Talisman Art Martial Skill.
There simply isn't enough time.
"Isn't mastering two layers of the Golden Roc Secret Record enough?" Zhang Rongfang is really eighteen years old!"
"Do you really think you can break through the shackles and reach the third level of the secret manual?" Ye Bai looked at Zhang Rongfang, a strange look in his eyes.
"Or do you think that Superior Martial Arts are as easy to Breaking Limits as the low-grade martial arts you practice?"
"Or did you think you were the only exception in the world, capable of breaking through the Sky Peak that everyone else could hardly surpass, and stepping into the higher Ninth Grade?"
To be honest, she had seen many people who overestimated themselves, but Zhang Rongfang at this moment had such a nonchalant attitude towards martial arts.
His expression, as if all martial arts were the same to him, made her somewhat angry.
She herself is a stubborn person and knows just how difficult it is to break through Sky Peak.
She is still stuck at this level, and for more than ten years, she has been spending all her Heart Force searching for a breakthrough.
But to this day, it seems there's still no end in sight.
To break through her Sky Peak, she endured countless hardships and devoted immense effort. She suffered numerous injuries.
Nobody knows.
Even someone as gifted as her faced such difficulties.
Zhang Rongfang before him was so dismissive; he had no idea how difficult and hopeless breaking through the Sky Peak was. "That's not what I meant," Zhang Rongfang quickly lowered his head, sensing the awkward atmosphere. "I just thought, perhaps, just in case, I'm lucky, I really could..."
"Impossible!"
Ye Bai interrupted him.
Her face was expressionless, but her clear eyes were filled with a cold displeasure.
"The human body is like a porcelain vase."
Practicing martial arts is like filling a porcelain bottle with water. When the bottle is full, that's when you reach your Sky Peak.
"Water overflows when it is full; one must never allow a porcelain vase to grow larger out of thin air."
Under the cover of night, in the quiet dojo, only Ye Bai's calm voice echoed continuously.
Looking at Zhang Rongfang's quiet expression with his head down.
Ye Bai's dissatisfaction lessened slightly.
"Enough. You are still young and inexperienced. What could you possibly know? It is I who have lost my composure."
Zhang Rongfang silently lowered his head.
She didn't say anything more.
"Let's part ways here. I hope that next time, you can still be as confident as you are now."
Puff.
Suddenly she flicked her finger.
A tiny object flew precisely to Zhang Rongfang, who quickly grabbed it.
Zhang Rongfang looked down and saw a black porcelain bottle about the length of a palm.
"What is this, sir?"