Hong Sheng's True Inheritance, Hundred Forms Cultivating Momentum

What to do when you encounter a difficult hurdle?

Naturally, pass out and sleep like a log!

By the time the Golden Elixir had coated his entire body, Qin Shi was already gritting his teeth in pain.

Confirming he had reached his limit, he silently activated [Deep Sleep].

To Old Liang's utterly shocked expression, he fell asleep again!

Who knows how much time passed. The sky was about to turn dark when the soundly sleeping youth quietly awoke.

His young body, which seemed to be covered in a layer of gold foil, stirred gently, emitting a "crackling" sound.

"Good thing I'm his master. Otherwise, I'd have to ask the heavens, 'Why me!'"

Old Liang, watching from the side, had a complex expression. In the blink of an eye, this kid had caused countless promising talents of Old Martial Arts to suffer immensely and left them with deep psychological scars from the "Body Burning."

It just... passed just like that?

It's utterly unfair!

Old Liang thought for a moment, then chuckled with sudden understanding.

He remembered when he was learning martial arts and practicing under his master. His grandmaster, who was retired and enjoying his old age, was extremely arrogant. He was never satisfied with his master's or his own performance.

At the time, he wondered what kind of genius could earn the grandmaster's approval.

"You can't possibly expect me to find another Stone Buddha He Lanzhan for you, can you!"

"Now I understand. What grandmaster wanted was a naturally born seedling, someone whose potential could reach the heavens and cast a shadow over the land."

Old Liang shook his head, lamenting. If only he had been born twenty years earlier and fallen into his grandmaster's hands, his achievements would have been even greater.

To end up in the hands of a cripple like himself was truly a waste.

He himself was not skilled enough and his abilities were too meager to provide much help.

Crack, crack.

The viscous paste, like gold foil, that had solidified into clumps, peeled off bit by bit, turning into fine powder.

Qin Shi, caught between waking and sleeping, entered the Internal Vision state with his eyes closed:

"I've actually 'burned' out twelve major sinews that cover my entire body."

In his vision, the blood-red sinews, resembling large snakes or fierce pythons, originated from the extremities of his limbs, gathered at the joints, and extended towards his torso and head.

They were usually hidden beneath the skin, making them difficult to perceive. It was only now, with the constant stimulation from the Golden Elixir, that they were slowly condensing and gradually appearing.

"The red and white colors are brighter, and the infant-like tender Qi Sensation has also become thicker, about two fingers wide."

Qin Shi took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Large muscle groups contracted and expanded, rippling like flowing water.

Especially the serratus anterior muscles on the sides of his ribs opened and closed like gills, pulling on his waist and abdomen, making his defined lines even clearer, exuding a beauty that combined both softness and masculinity.

In this state, if he were to launch an attack, the damage he caused would not be inferior to that of a heavyweight boxing champion from his previous life.

One must understand that his entire body seemed to twist into one rope, and the Strength he output was extremely terrifying. It could smash through steel plates without breaking a sweat, let alone human flesh and blood.

"The 'sinews' burned out by the Golden Elixir secret medicine are long and thick, tough and strong. They not only increase Qi and Strength but also connect my limbs more tightly, giving me the illusion that even a knife might not be able to cut them."

Qin Shi maintained his cross-legged posture, warm Qi Sensation flowing within his body. His even breathing became even fainter, almost imperceptible.

This Mortal Body, which was difficult to escape the limitations of lifespan and the diseases of aging, was undergoing a transformation!

These thick, long, and strong blood-red sinews were interconnected. At first glance, they looked like large pythons and dragons coiled around his body, rooted in his bones and blood, exuding a fierce aura.

"This must be the 'Dragon Sinews' Old Liang mentioned. It's certainly intimidating. If I nurture them well, I wonder if I can trigger a transformation and enter the second stage!"

Qin Shi fantasized about the cool scene of his vitality breaking through a certain limit, transforming into a devilish muscular man, and condensing his Martial Spirit True Body!

Not long after, the dried and solidified Golden Elixir medicinal liquid completely peeled off, revealing his young body with slightly reddish skin.

"How do you feel?"

Old Liang couldn't help but ask.

He himself had undergone the ordeal of the Golden Elixir secret medicine once in the past, experiencing the torturous agony of Body Burning, and never dared to try it again.

He had painstakingly endured for two years before breaking through the Sinew Gate limit, but he hadn't reached the stage of "nurturing Dragon Sinews."

"My hands are itching."

Qin Shi opened his eyes and answered honestly.

Right now, he wanted to punch anything he saw, just to vent the abundant and overflowing Qi and Strength within him.

"Aren't you working with Ah Yuan and Ah Cheng on North Pass Street? There are many underground boxing casinos there."

Old Liang said with a smile.

Most of the Old Martial Arts Faction were battle maniacs. They loved to challenge dojos, fight in arenas, and spar.

Take the First Generation Ten Prodigies, Qi Wuxiang, known as King Qi. By the age of twenty, he had overturned all the dojos and arenas in Haizhou. Fortunately, he was the legitimate grandson of the Qi family and had an extraordinary family background, otherwise, he would have been ambushed long ago.

Later, he went to Jingzhou, which had a strong martial arts culture, causing a ruckus. He even fought with a minor Flying Immortal Lian Yixing.

"Master Liang, have you been to North Pass Street?"

Qin Shi paused slightly.

"Like I said, a brain that never studied since childhood. What else can a poor student like me do after leaving school? Isn't it just hanging around the streets, fighting?"

Old Liang didn't hide the fact that he used to be a delinquent who didn't study:

"There were more gambling dens on Old Factory Street than there were hairs on a cow. Before the layoffs, cockfighting, dogfighting, pigeon racing – it was everywhere.

Later, the Martial Artist trend swept across Dongxia, with all sorts of boxing matches popping up. Everyone loved buying tickets and betting to get rich.

When I was young and making my way in the world, I knew a few 'big brothers' who fought on the stage, but sadly, they're all gone now."

Qin Shi was inwardly startled and took a serious look at the unremarkable Old Liang.

He didn't seem like it, but his master was an old-timer?

Could it be that if he just shouted on North Pass Street, he could summon a large group of brothers armed with steel pipes and cleavers?

"In underground arenas, there are few truly skilled experts. Anyone with a proper lineage wouldn't be hiding there.

They mainly fight dirty, use a lot of underhanded tactics, and taking drugs before a match is commonplace."

Old Liang recounted his past experiences:

"I'd been to many underground boxing arenas. After a year or two, I got bored, bought a boat ticket to Jingzhou, and that's where I coincidentally became a disciple and learned my art."

Qin Shi shook his head:

"I'm a student. How could I go to a place like that? If Big Sister found out, she'd definitely be angry."

Indeed, after breaking through the Sinew Gate limit, finding someone to spar with was quite difficult.

The training halls in the urban areas had dedicated sparring partners, charging hundreds per hour – too expensive to afford!

As for Old Factory Street, one could only find underground boxing arenas to have a legitimate opportunity to fight.

Otherwise, causing trouble for no reason might lead to a pair of silver bracelets.

But Qin Shi didn't plan to do that. He could rely on Combat Rewind to continuously refine his fighting style, and there was no need to put himself in such a situation and become the object of a bunch of gamblers' bets.

"Not bad. Young people are full of vigor. Once their martial arts kick in, they can't control their hands. You can suppress that energy, which is very rare."

Old Liang nodded in approval:

"I've taught many students. Some, after less than half a month of learning a fighting style, couldn't contain the fire in their hearts and resorted to fists for everything. In the end, they kicked an iron plate and took a fall.

The good swimmer drowns in the water. The Old Martial Arts Faction doesn't just look at talent, but also temperament. The more restless and impatient you are, the less likely you are to catch my eye."

Mentioning North Pass Street, Qin Shi suddenly remembered Brother Ze.

He seemed to be particularly fond of the students from No. 9 Vocational Middle School?

He had even asked Old Liang if he had taken him as a disciple.

"Master Liang, have you heard of Cheng Ze from North Pass Street?"

"I know him. He was among the first batch of students I took."

Old Liang raised his eyelids, his tone indifferent:

"Before I met you, Xiao Shi, he was the most talented student I'd seen at No. 9 Vocational Middle School. But like me, he's too hesitant in his actions and easily gets tripped up. He's not suited for the Old Martial Arts path.

Over the years, his reputation on Old Factory Street has grown, and I occasionally hear a few words from friends when we drink."

So there was a past connection, a bit of a relationship.

Qin Shi suddenly understood. No wonder Brother Ze was so friendly towards him; he was treated like a "junior disciple."

"I don't think Brother Ze's life is that easy either."

He spoke of his observations during several visits to Midnight Palace.

"When you're out mixing, you can only gnaw bones if you're a dog. If you want to be a person, you have to go hungry."

Old Liang remained unfazed, his heart like still water:

"There are at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, scoundrels on Old Factory Street. They're all like that.

He's doing alright. At least he's become a 'big brother,' with a crowd of subordinates wherever he goes, looking very imposing."

Qin Shi wisely fell silent. It was clear that Old Liang and Brother Ze had some unpleasant past.

"Master Liang, our Hong Sheng has a name, a reputation, and a brand. Besides the cultivation methods and fighting styles, are there any other powerful moves hidden?"

He changed the subject to break the heavy atmosphere.

"Of course. The fighting style you're learning now is just the basics. When you truly encounter a master, ordinary fist and foot techniques have too many flaws and won't be effective."

Old Liang raised his head and smiled slightly:

"The killing moves of our Hong Sheng school of boxing are second to none among the thousands of registered dojos and martial arts schools in Jingzhou."

It was rare for Qin Shi to see Old Liang so spirited. His master usually exuded a dejected aura, like a middle-aged office worker who had lost his job and whose wife was divorcing him, that kind of sense of dispiritedness.

He quickly chimed in:

"Master Liang, tell me more."

Old Liang gritted his teeth, and his plain, rough face showed an astonishing brilliance:

"The true transmission of Hong Sheng, Hundred Forms Cultivating Momentum, do you know it? He Lanzhan, one of the Ten Prodigies, learned this very technique!"