Immortal Martial Arts: Pushing Through Two Realms From Reality Section 16

No.

I see you as a sister, but you want to be my sister-in-law?

Little Mulberry, you have some nerve!

Yandang Lake Park.

Jiang Shu casually performed a set of punches to warm up. He then firmly planted his lower body into a horse stance, circulating his Blood Essence. With each punch and palm strike, a small bulge of energy moved throughout his body.

A full half hour later, a stream of white vapor shot from his mouth like an arrow leaving a bowstring.

To him, those few moves at the Yang Ming Martial Arts Training Class didn't even count as a basic warm-up.

It was as simple as lifting a foot.

Not to mention, he had held back his strength at the time.

Otherwise, with his full power...

That so-called coach would have been crippled if not killed.

After all, this was a harmonious society, and this was Xuan Star.

If this were in Pingling County...

A murderous aura surged in his eyes. Jiang Shu retracted his fists and stood upright, then took out his phone, which had been vibrating in his pocket for a long time.

Seeing the caller ID marked "Teacher Yan," he answered the call.

"Jiang Shu? This is Teacher Yan," Yan Dehou's voice came through the phone. "On March 1st, which is tomorrow, at 8:30 AM, the school will organize a special martial arts lecture. The martial arts teacher lecturing is from Shengjing and seems to have high status and strength. I don't know the specifics, but if you have time, remember to be there on time."

"The content might cover Xia Kingdom's policies on martial arts and the division of cultivation realms after practicing martial arts, which should be very helpful for you."

"Thank you, Teacher Yan. I will be there. We've had a lot of flu cases recently, so Teacher Yan should also pay attention to resting and balancing work with leisure. No matter what, health is always the most important thing."

Breathing in the fresh air of the park, Jiang Shu spoke sincerely.

He was an orphan in his previous life. He hadn't eaten or dressed well since childhood, and his body had accumulated many problems. After leaving the orphanage and starting work, he worked long hours for meager wages, overworking himself. He collapsed on his way home late one night before he even turned thirty.

By the time he was sent to the hospital, it was too late. His illness was terminal and untreatable.

His original intention for practicing martial arts stemmed from this.

In this life, he wanted to grasp his fate with his own hands!

"Good, good, good. Thank you for your concern, student Jiang Shu. I also wish you success in martial arts, that your dreams come true, and that you get into a satisfactory university."

Yan Dehou laughed heartily. Unlike some teachers who only valued academic performance, he believed that respecting teachers and valuing their teachings was a very obvious virtue.

If all students didn't respect their teachers and only focused on studying, would they, as teachers, still be teachers?

In the students' eyes, they would probably just be educational machines!

"Mhm, I will work hard."

After listening to Teacher Yan hang up, Jiang Shu saw a friend request on WeChat from someone described as his sister's friend. He accepted it.

"Hello, brother Jiang Shu, my name is Sang Zhirou. You can call me Little Mulberry, just like Yan Yan does."

"Jiang Shu."

"I'm standing stance. Not chatting."

Quickly noting Sang Zhirou, Jiang Shu typed his name and added another sentence before immediately putting his phone back into his pocket to begin his stance.

Although he had only glanced at her back then and hadn't paid much attention, and despite having been influenced by various short videos in his previous life, Jiang Shu had to admit that his sister's classmate was truly a typical beauty in the making.

Even before she had fully blossomed, she already resembled a small lotus emerging from the water, possessing a certain exquisite beauty.

But what did that have to do with him?

Chatting?

How could chatting compare to the satisfying feeling of standing stance!

On the semi-transparent panel, the proficiency of the Hungry Tiger Sitting Cave Stance and the Hungry Tiger Breathing Method increased daily.

Jiang Shu felt the joy of a farmer watching his planted rice ripen and be harvested.

"If the Hungry Tiger Sitting Cave Stance and breathing method could also improve at this speed after reaching minor success, that would be wonderful."

Jiang Shu couldn't help but fantasize. If that were the case, he might be able to achieve a full circulation of Blood Essence in less than two months.

He would become one of the strong individuals in the outer city of Pingling County.

Only one step away from becoming a true martial artist!

Martial artist. Martial artist. The first realm of martial artists in the Great Jing Dynasty was the Skin Grinding Realm, where internal force could penetrate stone, making one impervious to blades and spears. What kind of power did Xuan Star's martial artists possess?

Next Monday, the special martial arts lecture.

He hoped it wouldn't disappoint him.

Jiang Shu withdrew his thoughts, crouching like a tiger, breathing like a tiger.

The milk tea shop.

Sang Zhirou sat on a high stool. She was less than 1.6 meters tall, and her legs dangled because her feet couldn't reach the ground. "Yanyue, your brother is really amazing. When he replies to my messages, he always says he's practicing stances."

"That's just how he is. He even sits in a stance while eating."

Defeated by Sang Zhirou's month-long milk tea offensive, Jiang Yanyue sighed and handed over her brother's WeChat account. "He practices stances every day and rarely even takes out his phone. I feel like smartphones aren't suited for him. He should have an old flip phone like my grandparents – one that just makes calls."

"That's amazing," Sang Zhirou whispered in admiration. In the digital age, phones had become one of the most essential personal belongings. Being able to forgo phone usage and concentrate on martial arts – that kind of self-control surpassed many of her peers.

It's over. A woman falling in love really does think differently.

Jiang Yanyue pressed her forehead, looking helpless. She then took a big gulp of her milk tea. "His daily routine is: wake up, breakfast, practice martial arts. Lunch, practice martial arts. Dinner, practice martial arts, sleep. He repeats this every day, like a robot."

"So, how far has he progressed in his martial arts? Has he achieved Minor Accomplishment or Great Accomplishment in the Horse Stance?" Sang Zhirou asked curiously, completely skipping the entry-level option. There was no way the Horse Stance at the entry level possessed such power.

"I don't know. The last time I asked him if he could sense Blood Essence, he just told me he couldn't. I knew that damned man wasn't telling the truth about anything!" Jiang Yanyue clenched her fist fiercely, revealing her cute little fangs. "Normal people don't have that kind of strength. He just lifted someone up like that!"

"He just lies to me all day! He even lied to me, saying that after practicing martial arts, his mind would be as clear as crystal without any distractions, and his sleep would be deep, with one hour being equivalent to two for a normal person. He told me I could practice too and get deep sleep every day. Good heavens, he truly doesn't understand enjoyment at all. Sleeping is such a comfortable thing. I wish I could sleep ten hours every day."

"Come to think of it, if I really got deep sleep, sleeping five hours a day would be like ten hours. After waking up, I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep, nor would I want to get up. That would be too uncomfortable!!!"

Jiang Yanyue rambled on, having endless complaints about Jiang Shu.

However, in Sang Zhirou's mind, the image of a mysterious man became increasingly clear.

He suppressed his desires, was dedicated to martial arts, and valued family and kinship.

Even if his academic performance was average, with that kind of strength and ability, getting into a top university shouldn't be a problem. Even if he only got into a vocational college, it wouldn't matter, as long as she got into a university above that herself...

What's more, he's so handsome...

No, no, Sang Zhirou, what are you thinking?

I haven't even finished high school yet!

Lost in her thoughts, Sang Zhirou finished the last sip of her milk tea. She shook the cup to confirm it was empty before finally unable to resist asking in a small voice, "Yanyue, has your brother... ever told you what kind of girl he likes?"

Jiang Yanyue froze. This had been her own speculation until now.

Sang Zhirou's question confirmed her suspicions to some extent.

She cupped Sang Zhirou's face and examined her from head to toe.

Her thick black hair was smooth and reached her waist, and her skin was fair and delicate. Her upper body was exceptionally well-developed for her age. Even in her current fleece-lined winter clothes, a hint of her curves showed through.

Although her 1.58-meter height was a bit short, Jiang Shu had said that practicing martial arts would make people grow taller.

Perhaps in a couple more years, this Little Mulberry would become a beautiful woman over 1.6 meters tall.

With such looks, such a figure, and such a family background.

Thinking of Little Mulberry's family situation and the overt and covert care the school teachers showed Sang Zhirou.

Jiang Yanyue sighed and said very seriously, "Sang Zhirou, you are too beautiful."

"He doesn't deserve you."

Sang Zhirou: ???

I traverse two worlds every day.

One is while standing in a stance.

The other is also while standing in a stance.

Returning from the Great Jing Dynasty world, it was already past six in the morning. The biting cold wind seeped through the gaps in the window and hit Jiang Shu directly.

"Blood Essence transportation has even saved me the cost of a down jacket. Rounded up, that's equivalent to earning several thousand yuan."