Ma Shaokang's change in aura did not escape Shanhua's notice. She too froze for a moment and said blankly,
"Didn't you say you wouldn't cultivate this martial art for the time being? What if—what if you suffer Qi Deviation? What would you do then?"
Ma Shaokang did not take it seriously. His face brimmed with excitement, and his ruddy cheeks were filled with the satisfaction of greatly improved cultivation.
"Haha, don't worry. I know what I'm doing. It's merely a few methods concerning the circulation of the Qi Meridian. I've gleaned some insights from them and compared them with the martial arts I was already cultivating. The gains have been immense.
Honestly, with this Kunpeng Art, in as little as two years or as many as five, I will surely be able to challenge the Grandmaster realm of martial arts."
As he spoke, he clenched his right hand hard and swung it fiercely, his eyes full of anticipation for the future.
Shanhua curled her lips. Martial arts were not so easy to cultivate. Many times, progress was fleeting, while stagnation stretched on for years.
What was more, the Kunpeng Art was so profound and obscure. A thousand people would have a thousand interpretations. Given the same passage of a cultivation method, different people practiced it differently, and the results produced could be as far apart as heaven and earth. She had a little pride of her own as well and did not think Ma Shaokang could be more formidable than she was.
By the time they reached the little stream in the valley, Shanhua had recited the Kunpeng Art three times, and Ma Shaokang had memorized seven or eight parts out of ten of its core principles. Only some finer points required deeper memorization.
For some reason, his spirit had