Entering Ip Man

Inside a rented room in the real world

Hao Shuai suddenly appeared on the floor, but he did not seem to be in very good condition. Blood streamed from his nose, his eyes were badly bloodshot, and his head was swollen and red.

At last, Hao Shuai gloriously passed out.

Hao Shuai did not know that after he fainted, the Chaos Bead in his sea of consciousness released a cool energy. That energy continuously circulated through his mind, and Hao Shuai gradually returned to normal. In the end, it returned to the Chaos Bead.

The Chaos Bead had sensed Hao Shuai was in danger and automatically protected its master. Unfortunately, Hao Shuai did not know it had such a function. If he had known, he probably would not have been so cautious and cowardly in the future.

After an unknown amount of time, Hao Shuai slowly woke up. His head was still somewhat swollen and aching, but it no longer felt as though it were about to split apart.

His mouth was dry and his throat felt as if it were on fire. He was desperately thirsty, so he grabbed the large bottle of cola beside his bed and unscrewed it.

"Gulp, gulp, gulp... Burp~~ Burp"

Only after downing the entire large bottle of cola in one breath did Hao Shuai burp and toss the empty bottle into the trash can.

Half an hour later

After showering, Hao Shuai lay on the bed wearing only a pair of shorts, feeling the changes in himself. First, his hearing and vision had sharpened, and his Mental Power had increased dramatically. He could now directly store objects within five cubic meters around him, and he could adjust the time flow ratio to 1:2. With further training, it would surely continue to improve.

Over the following days, Hao Shuai did not continue traveling between worlds. Instead, he used what he knew from the movie, combined with the knowledge he had gained from years of browsing webnovel sites, to develop and strengthen his telekinesis.

His ability grew quickly. By the tenth day, Hao Shuai could lift a car with telekinesis, meaning he could lift a ton.

It was also on that day that Hao Shuai could use telekinesis to fly. Though his flying speed was not particularly fast, it was at most comparable to the speed Andrew and the other two had displayed in the movie.

But no matter how slow it was, it was still flying! Humanity's longing for flight had never ceased, otherwise airplanes would never have been invented.

Hao Shuai had always believed he was progressing so quickly because he had absorbed the entire Superpower Crystal. He did not know it was actually because of the energy released by the Chaos Bead.

After gaining the ability to fly, Hao Shuai stopped training in the real world. He did not dare practice flying there either. There were cameras and people taking selfies everywhere now. If someone caught him on camera, he could only hide away in other worlds for the rest of his life.

Chronicle World

Hao Shuai once again arrived outside Andrew's house. He placed an envelope containing one hundred thousand US dollars in Andrew's mailbox, with the words: "Wishing you a speedy recovery." This was all he could do. Hao Shuai did not think he owed Andrew anything; it was simply an act of kindness.

For the next few days, Hao Shuai entered the Chronicle World during the day to practice telekinesis and flying, then returned to the real world to sleep at night.

This continued until Hao Shuai felt that his physical body could no longer keep up with the development of his Mental Power.

After returning to the real world, Hao Shuai began considering the issue of his body.

When it came to strengthening, developing, and utilizing the body, Hao Shuai's first thought was Captain America's massive chest and perky ass in Marvel. The Super Serum used by Captain America in the Marvel World was probably the fastest and most convenient way to strengthen oneself. In just a few minutes, it could turn a scrawny little chick into a buff stud.

Countless transmigrators before him had also regarded the Super Serum as their first choice.

But

That was fiction. Reality was not like that.

After being taught a lesson by the Superpower Crystal, Hao Shuai no longer dared blindly trust the plot.

Leaving aside whether causing trouble in the Marvel World would get him casually eliminated by some bald guy or a one-eyed King of the Gods, how was a yellow-skinned man like him supposed to infiltrate a research institute and convince Rice Country people to inject him with the serum?

Keep dreaming!

Some people said there were two doses of serum in the movie, and he could steal the one that got smashed. The problem was that even if he got it back, Hao Shuai would not dare inject it into himself without professional guidance.

Besides, Hao Shuai's telekinesis could currently withstand, at most, a handgun shot. It could not endure machine-gun fire. If he were accidentally riddled with bullets, he would be finished.

After thinking it over and over, Hao Shuai could only painfully rule out Captain America.

"Better wait. Wait until I'm stronger before I go wild." Hao Shuai consoled himself.

There were many other worlds with methods of strengthening the body, but none were suitable for him to visit at the moment.

After some thought, Hao Shuai temporarily gave up on enhancing his body and decided to strengthen it through learning and training instead.

Hao Shuai emerged from a narrow alley. It was around three or four in the afternoon. The shop owners along the roadside were drowsy and listless, while the streets were deserted, with barely any pedestrians. The occasional people in white undershirts hurried past. The architectural styles on both sides constantly reminded Hao Shuai that he was now in the 1940s or 1950s.

From the roadside advertisements and house numbers, Hao Shuai learned that he was in Kowloon City, Hong Kong. As for exactly where in Kowloon City, he had no idea.

This time, Hao Shuai had traveled to the world of Ip Man 2, intending to study National Martial Arts under Ip Man.

As usual, the first thing to do upon arriving somewhere was figure out how to get money. With money in hand, there was no need to panic.

People said that the worse a place's economy was, the more pawnshops it would have.

Sure enough, Hao Shuai spotted at least four or five pawnshops along this street. He directly entered the nearest one.

Behind the tall counter, a clerk rested his head on one hand and dozed off. Hao Shuai walked to the counter and knocked on its surface.

"Knock, knock..."

The knocking woke the clerk. Seeing Hao Shuai dressed in a suit, he hurriedly greeted him warmly. "Sir, what can I do for you?"

Hao Shuai was somewhat stunned by being called "sir." As an ordinary person born in the new century and educated from childhood in the twenty-four core socialist values, when had anyone ever called him that? Seeing the clerk eagerly serve tea, pour water, and nearly light a cigarette for him, Hao Shuai, unaccustomed to being waited on like this, stopped him. "Please call your shopkeeper. I have some things to pawn."

The clerk did not get angry because Hao Shuai had asked for the shopkeeper directly. Instead, he hurried inside to fetch him.

When the shopkeeper came out and saw that Hao Shuai was dressed rather well, he did not dare neglect him. "What would you like to pawn, young sir?"

Hao Shuai took several pearl necklaces from his pocket and placed them on the counter. The owner's eyes lit up. He picked them up one by one, weighing and rubbing them between his fingers, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"Do you intend to pawn these outright, or redeem them later?"

"Outright." The price for an outright pawn was higher, and Hao Shuai did not think he would have the inclination to redeem them anyway.

After some thought, the owner initially offered two thousand dollars. Seeing Hao Shuai's expression remain calm, the shopkeeper assumed he was displeased with the low price. Gritting his teeth, he added another thousand. Seeing the pained expression on the shopkeeper's face, Hao Shuai knew that if he kept negotiating or shopped around, he could probably get more. But he could not be bothered wasting time and delaying his apprenticeship, so he agreed. After all, he would never have to worry about money again.

After accepting the banknotes and leaving the pawnshop, Hao Shuai hired a rickshaw puller and instructed him to take him to 159 Wing Lung Street.

Hao Shuai remembered that Ip Man rented a place there in the story, opening a martial arts school to teach Wing Chun. He just did not know how far the plot had progressed by now.

The rickshaw stopped after ten minutes. The puller pointed at a stairway and said, "Sir, this is 159 Wing Lung Street. The fare is fifty cents."

On the stairway entrance were several small advertisements, each depicting two little figures fighting. Beside them were the words: "Promote National Martial Arts, strengthen the body. Personally taught by Master Ip Man. Authentic Wing Chun. All aspiring martial artists welcome."

Ip Man was quite good at drawing, and his handwriting was not bad either. As expected of someone from a wealthy family; his upbringing was excellent.

Knowing he had come to the right place, Hao Shuai gave the rickshaw puller one dollar and told him to keep the change. Amid the man's thanks, he headed up the stairs toward the rooftop.

Pushing open two wooden doors, Hao Shuai arrived at a spacious rooftop. There was no one there at the moment, so he knew this was probably before Ip Man had accepted even one disciple. That was good. If he was the first to become his disciple, then he would be the Senior Brother.

Passing through an open iron gate, he arrived outside a storeroom. An old-fashioned radio inside played music, while a short-haired middle-aged man in a black Republican-era gown sat on a chair, intently writing something with a brush.

Hao Shuai knocked on the glass door and quietly asked, "Excuse me, are you Master Ip Man?"

Hearing someone call him, the middle-aged man quickly stood up and hurried out of the storeroom to Hao Shuai. There was a trace of hope in his eyes as he said, "I am Ip Man. Are you here to learn martial arts?"

Looking at the middle-aged man before him, who resembled Comrade Bullet by seventy or eighty percent but had a sallow face and an embarrassed expression, Hao Shuai knew he had found the right person.

"Master Ip." Hao Shuai respectfully clasped his fists. "I have long admired your great name. My name is Hao Shuai."

"Hao Shuai?" You know you're handsome, but do you have to be so direct about it?

Hao Shuai: "..."

"I have come to become your disciple. I sincerely ask Master Ip to accept me as your student." Hao Shuai formally requested to become his disciple.

"Fine, no problem." Hearing that Hao Shuai was there to become his disciple, Ip Man smiled and rubbed his hands awkwardly. "Pay the tuition first, then learn martial arts."

"..."