Changing Brains to Practice Martial Arts

By the time he returned home, it was completely dark.

Third Uncle had already gone to sleep, so Chen Luo did not go over to disturb him.

After washing up and lying down in his room, Chen Luo began recalling the stance training he had learned today.

"Can those dead people's brainwaves only be used to recall their obsessions?"

Thinking back on his martial arts practice, a new idea suddenly came to Chen Luo. He focused his attention on the system. A new change appeared! The interface that had previously surfaced only when he touched a dead man actually appeared under his deliberate guidance.

One forgotten brainwave after another resurfaced, and among them, the "Prescription" brainwave was the most conspicuous.

"What would happen if I used these brainwaves to think about martial arts?"

With that thought, Chen Luo controlled the most prominent brainwave and merged "it" with himself. Then he used "it" to think through the stance training he had learned today.

In an instant, an ineffable sensation washed over him.

His whole being felt as though his soul had left his body, watching from a third-person perspective. The version of himself in his mind seemed like a different person as he began practicing, move by move, the stance training Crippled Ma had taught him.

Again and again.

The movements were countless times more precise than when Chen Luo practiced them himself. It was like suddenly swapping his brain for that of an old master; from an old master's perspective, spotting the problems of a newly initiated rookie was as easy as taking something out of one's pocket.

This discovery thrilled Chen Luo beyond measure.

During the "Prescription" brainwave's demonstrations, he discovered several mistakes he had failed to notice during the day. After watching for only a short while, his proficiency in stance training improved enormously. After ten repetitions, Chen Luo gradually grasped the core trick of this stance training, though it still felt just short of perfect.

"Switch to another one!"

After the "Prescription" brainwave finished practicing, he switched to another brainwave—"Breaking Through."

The same scene appeared again.

Unlike the earlier "Prescription" brainwave, the "Breaking Through" brainwave was clearly much slower when practicing the stance training. Within his field of vision, Chen Luo saw himself standing in the courtyard with his eyes half-closed. He first breathed and circulated qi, then spread his hands apart, raised his left hand, and pressed down with his right arm.

The same ten repetitions.

After ten repetitions, Chen Luo realized the help the "Breaking Through" brainwave could offer had reached its upper limit. Then he switched to another one.

He switched through them one by one, practicing over and over.

By the time Chen Luo had used every brainwave in his mind once, dawn was already beginning to break outside.

After practicing all night, Chen Luo felt utterly refreshed, without the slightest trace of fatigue. His body brimmed with strength.

Unable to sleep, Chen Luo simply got up and began practicing in the courtyard.

After finishing a set of punches, he felt clear-headed and invigorated, as though his whole body had come alive. The blood within him seemed to have been ignited by flames, releasing tremendous heat outward, while his strength grew in an inconceivable way.

After rinsing off, Chen Luo went to take a look in the room next door.

"Out again?"

He had originally wanted to call Third Uncle out for breakfast, but when he pushed open the door, he discovered that Third Uncle had already long ago left.

From the looks of it, he had gone out before dawn.

This could not help but worry Chen Luo.

What exactly does the Black Bamboo Slip represent? Why does it need so much time?

Ordinary corpse-burial jobs were finished in a day, while troublesome ones took at most three days. Since Chen Luo had entered the city, the longest job he had done with Third Uncle had lasted three days. Those three days had been spent dealing with a battlefield outside the city. Not only were there many corpses to bury, there were also numerous taboos, which was why they had been delayed for so long.

I hope nothing happened.

With nothing he could do for the moment, Chen Luo could only silently pray before continuing to Crippled Ma's home to practice martial arts.

When he reached the street, he found that it was still sealed off.

After taking a distant glance, Chen Luo immediately took a detour.

After arriving at Crippled Ma's home, Chen Luo began practicing in the courtyard by himself.

With last night's experience, he could feel his strength increasing every time he practiced a set of punches. This visible growth in power made it impossible not to become immersed in it.

Again and again.

Crippled Ma had gotten up and come outside at some unknown time. Seeing Chen Luo, he was somewhat surprised. He remembered clearly telling Chen Luo yesterday to practice at home for a month first, yet the boy had come again the very next day.

So he walked over, intending to criticize the boy, but as he drew closer, his steps unconsciously slowed.

"Eh?"

Crippled Ma's expression changed slightly.

The fellow who had practiced like an absolute mess yesterday was actually doing it with proper form today. The "lesson" Crippled Ma had prepared in advance was no longer needed, and he even moved the Bamboo Stick he had prepared behind his back.

"Master Ma, I've mastered yesterday's stance training."

After completing the tenth round, Chen Luo only felt that his body was like a furnace, pouring out great waves of heat. Even the flow rate of his blood had accelerated considerably. The muscles across his body trembled as well, and his strength increased by quite a bit more.

"Not bad."

For once, Crippled Ma did not keep a stern face and instead offered Chen Luo a word of praise.

Chen Luo grinned but did not say anything falsely modest. He had still been practicing in his sleep last night; it was only natural that such hard work would yield some results. After all, he had worked so hard!

"Your stance training has already reached the entry level. Your progress is faster than I expected."

Crippled Ma walked over and sat down, preparing to properly explain some knowledge related to the Martial Dao to Chen Luo.

Seeing this, Chen Luo hurriedly sat beside him.

For inheritance like this, what mattered was a master's guidance. One could never forge a true expert by shutting oneself away and building a cart behind closed doors. There were even more wrong turns on the path of cultivation than there were in life! Without anyone to guide them, a person could fumble along those crooked paths for a lifetime and still fail to enter the door before death. The new use of brainwaves was the best proof. Without martial arts guidance, those brainwaves truly were nothing more than lingering obsessions. But with martial arts guidance, they immediately became different, showing Chen Luo "their understanding" from the perspective of their lives before death.

"The Martial Dao is a thing that depends heavily on aptitude. Those with good aptitude learn everything quickly; those with poor aptitude may never enter the door in their entire lives."

As he spoke, Crippled Ma raised his hand, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and struck through the air.

A thunderous explosion sent a gust of wind rolling out, making Chen Luo's pupils contract slightly.

He had never expected Crippled Ma's thin, dried-up body to unleash such tyrannical fist force.

"My martial art is called the Black Tiger Fist, the unique technique of my sect. Train it to the utmost, and your qi and blood will flow like mercury, your fist force severing rivers. If you can comprehend Black Tiger's Ferocity, you may go a step further, shatter the limits of life, and explore the mysterious, unknown Immortal Dao."

"Immortal Dao?"

Chen Luo's eyes lit up.

This was his first time hearing of the Immortal Dao. He had originally thought this was a world of the Martial Dao, never imagining that its upper limit could reach cultivation.

"Practice well. Your aptitude is not bad. Perhaps you truly have a chance of reaching that step."

Seeing that he had stirred Chen Luo's interest, Crippled Ma smiled, got up, and went out to handle his own affairs.

He had said so much solely to kindle Chen Luo's interest. As someone who had been there, he understood best. Interest was the source spring of progress. For beginners, the most important thing was to paint them a pie—to let them fantasize. With dreams came motivation.

Besides, not everything he had said was a lie. If his Black Tiger Fist was truly trained to its utmost, it really could touch upon the Immortal Dao.

But that was only if you could truly train it to the utmost.

Chen Luo practiced bitterly at Crippled Ma's home for an entire day, not leaving until night had fallen.

On his way home, he did not return directly. Instead, he took a detour to the Mass Grave outside town. Relying on his memory, he began a new round of grave robbing.

He planned to spend some time digging up every grave he knew of!

After all, those people were already dead.

Letting him borrow their brains could count as putting their remaining heat to use.

Thus, over the following many days, an extra figure appeared at Qingya County's Mass Grave. Whenever the moon was dark and the wind was high, a figure carrying a lantern could be seen swinging a hoe among the graves. Yet when people went to look the next day, the graves were back in their original state. Over time, rumors of an evil ghost digging graves began to spread.

Naturally, the grave robber was Chen Luo.

He practiced boxing by day and dug graves by night.

Relying on the craft Third Uncle had passed to him, he could easily restore the graves to their original state before dawn.

As he dug up more and more graves, he touched more and more corpses. By the hundredth corpse, he felt he could no longer bear it. His mind was muddled, and his nose began bleeding.

I can't hold on much longer.

Wiping the blood from his nose, Chen Luo reburied the grave.

His grave-digging operation, which had lasted more than ten days, would end here for the time being. He only felt lightheaded now, as though more than a hundred people were quarreling inside his head. He could not focus at all.

After returning home and washing up briefly, he toppled headfirst onto his bed and fell into a deep sleep.

He slept until the afternoon of the next day before waking groggily.

His head still hurt somewhat, but it was much better already.

This incident also gave Chen Luo a warning: he could not blindly chase quantity. At the very least, he was not capable of it at this stage.

After understanding this, he returned to his normal routine.

He went to Crippled Ma's home during the day to practice martial arts and returned at night to rest.

Time flowed by, and half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

During those half a month, Chen Luo left early and returned late every day, going to Crippled Ma's home on time to practice boxing. His strength also grew at a visible pace. Now, his Black Tiger Fist had begun to take proper shape, and even Crippled Ma praised him without end, calling him a martial arts prodigy.

Third Uncle remained busy, with no sign of him to be seen each day.

He returned less and less often. The blockade around the street remained in place, while an unseen "momentum" crept ever closer.

The jianghu had always been like this. It had never been peaceful.

Only this time, Uncle and Nephew had happened to be Rolled In.

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