Martial Arts Are Truly Simple

Martial Arts Are Truly Simple

After an incense stick's time.

Dragon Mountain Daoist left with complex emotions.

He felt both joy and frustration.

He was joyful because his disciple truly possessed an Innate Martial Body. No matter what he taught, Ning Qi could grasp it with astonishing speed and infer other cases from one instance. There were even several insights Ning Qi raised that had never occurred to him.

To accept such a monster as a disciple was naturally a happy occasion.

Yet that was also the source of his frustration.

When a disciple was too monstrous, the master's pressure multiplied. In just a short while, he had already felt as though he were being drained dry.

If this continued and Ning Qi asked something even he could not answer, would he not lose all his dignity?

At that thought.

Dragon Mountain Daoist immediately found an excuse to leave.

"Master, you haven't taught me the other Stake Skills yet, have you?" Ning Qi was clearly not satisfied. What Dragon Mountain Daoist did not know was that Ning Qi had already held back considerably. Otherwise, he would have been even more shocking.

If anyone else had said that, Dragon Mountain Daoist would have snapped, "Grasping for too much leaves you unable to chew it all."

But now, hearing his young disciple's voice from behind him, his scalp went numb.

Teach more?

If he kept teaching, even his Dao Heart would shatter! "Let your senior brothers and senior sisters teach you."

After leaving those words behind, Dragon Mountain Daoist's figure instantly disappeared into the distance.

Watching his master's somewhat flustered retreating back, Ning Qi helplessly shook his head.

"Am I really that scary...?"

He seemed to have underestimated the impact of being a monster. Although he had displayed extraordinary intelligence and maturity over the past three years, today was the first time he had revealed his comprehension of the Martial Dao like this. Had he known, he would have restrained himself a little more.

Then a smile appeared on his face as he looked endearingly naive at Luo Wentian and Xiong Shi beside him. "Eldest Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother..."

The two both shivered and spoke in unison as they looked at each other.

"You go first?"

"You're the Eldest Senior Brother. You go first."

"What nonsense? You're younger than me, so you should go first."

"Bullshit! Master went first just now. Are you saying you're older than Master?"

Watching the two senior brothers argue until their faces turned red, Ning Qi helplessly pressed his forehead.

"Stop arguing. Do it together!"

Luo Wentian and Xiong Shi immediately looked at each other.

"Can that work?"

"It can. I can handle it."

Ning Qi's eyes gleamed. He did not want to waste time here.

After his initial contact with the Martial Dao, especially after the Bi'an Pile had reached a profound realm, he had gained many insights into the Martial Dao.

"Then... shall we try?"

After their initial doubts, the two began demonstrating and explaining together.

After an incense stick's time.

The two watched Ning Qi's departing back and began to doubt life.

"Did you teach the Qiuniu Stance just now?"

"Nonsense. Didn't you explain the Baxia Stance?"

"Then Junior Brother... learned them both at once?"

"Seems like he learned quite quickly."

The two looked at each other, each seeing the hurt in the other's eyes. Fellow sufferers, they wanted to cry their eyes out.

This was far more than learning quickly! It was simply lightning speed.

Compared to Ning Qi, they felt that all those years of Stake Skill practice had been practiced on dogs!

"Junior Brother simply isn't human!"

Luo Wentian let out a sigh, his face full of wry smiles.

Xiong Shi was the same.

Before such a monster, it truly felt awful. At last, they understood the looks ordinary talents gave people like them.

"Still, it's a good thing."

Though they had suffered a blow, they felt more gratification than anything else.

Ning Qi left with a spring in his step.

He had gained enormously today.

His master had taught him the Bi'an Pile, Eldest Senior Brother had taught him the Qiuniu Stance he primarily cultivated, and Second Senior Brother had taught him the Baxia Stance.

He had now obtained three of the True Martial Nine Piles.

"Still remaining are the six Stake Skills of Chao Feng, Pu Lao, Fu Xi, Chi Wen, Suan Ni, and Ya Zi."

"Eldest Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother really are something. They insisted on teaching me only the Stake Skills they specialized in, claiming they were not proficient enough in the others and feared leading me astray."

Ning Qi shook his head with a smile.

He felt that was indeed one reason, but they likely also did not want to keep being struck by him. Or perhaps they wanted the other senior brothers and senior sisters to have a little sense of participation—to put it simply, to experience their own windblown confusion as well.

Ning Qi could only shrug at that.

There was nothing he could do. He had already done his best to restrain himself.

But he could not possibly possess peerless comprehension and still pretend to be an ordinary person. He did not have that sort of hobby, and there was no need to do so before those closest to him.

"Next, I'll cultivate while learning the other Stake Skills."

Ning Qi made his decision.

Cultivating only the Bi'an Pile could not satisfy him. Though the Bi'an Pile was a superior Stake Skill, Ning Qi wanted to create a Stake Skill better suited to himself. That way, he could temper his body faster and build a stronger foundation.

Previously, he had never come into contact with the Martial Dao, so going from zero to one naturally required more time. But now, he was merely going from one to many, which was much simpler.

In fact.

While learning the three Stake Skills just now, Ning Qi had already received many flashes of spiritual light.

And he had discovered something else.

"Though these three Stake Skills each have their own advantages, they seem to share something in common?"

Ning Qi became interested.

He recalled Dragon Mountain Daoist's bold declaration that the True Martial Nine Sons could battle a Martial Saint, and he felt that this commonality might be the key.

Returning to his residence.

With no one to disturb him, Ning Qi could finally go all out.

He first performed the Bi'an Pile.

His gaze changed almost instantly. Before he even moved, he already exuded a fierce and mighty presence, like a young Bi An wearing human skin.

If Dragon Mountain Daoist saw this, he would surely cry out that Ning Qi was a monster.

Bi'an Divine Will!

And that was not all.

Ning Qi performed the Stake Skill over and over. Exotic beasts seemed to roar within the small courtyard as he reached Divine Intent Perfection, the highest realm the Bi'an Pile could attain.

Fortunately, the residences of True Disciples were spaced far apart, and outer and inner sect disciples were forbidden from approaching. Otherwise, it would surely have caused a commotion.

The more Ning Qi practiced, the more exhilarated he became. His sweat evaporated, his skin flushed red, and his skin membrane bulged like a sack, as though a mouse were scurrying through his body.

This showed just how intense the effects of Skin Refinement were.

The Tempering Body Eight Realms were not easy to reach, not a single one of them.

For example, the Skin Refining Realm was divided into Oxhide Realm, Stone Skin Realm, Ironhide Realm, and Jadehide Realm.

For some ordinary talents, merely reaching the Skin Refining Realm could take years of wasted time. They might even stop at a certain minor realm, unable to advance another inch.

But Ning Qi felt that.

It might not even take him a few days to reach the Oxhide Realm.

"Practicing martial arts... seems rather simple. It isn't as difficult as Third Senior Sister said?"

Ning Qi thought.

If Ye Qinghe knew what Ning Qi was thinking, she would probably be left speechless.

What normal person could reach the highest realm of a superior Stake Skill just after stepping onto the Martial Path?

The higher one's Stake Skill realm, the better the body-tempering effect naturally became.

He had begun at full power from the very start. Who could possibly keep up with him?

Naturally, Ning Qi knew none of this.

Having grown somewhat tired of practicing the Bi'an Pile, he switched to the Qiuniu Stance.

Not long after.

The Qiu Niu Divine Intent empowered him, and then reached perfection as well.

Next came the Baxia Stance.

Ning Qi carefully experienced the peculiarities of the three Stake Skills.

Only when a stabbing pain came from his body did Ning Qi stop practicing and decisively begin a medicinal bath.

Lying in the bath barrel, Ning Qi touched his much tougher skin membrane, feeling incomparably delighted.

"The Martial Dao is somewhat simpler than I imagined."

The Martial Path lay open before him. Once he stepped into the Heavenly Human realm, or even became a Martial Saint, his lifespan would be long. Naturally, he would have more time to seek the Method of Longevity.

As for revenge, once he was strong enough, it would be a matter of doing it in passing.