Heroes and Valiant Figures, Benevolence, Righteousness, Propriety, and Wisdom

"I finally understand my master's feelings back then. Being with monstrous talents, watching them achieve with ease what I struggled my entire life for, truly makes me feel like my life has been wasted on dogs."

Old Liang had endured too much tonight, his mind already numb.

The string of good news had left him dizzy and disoriented.

He never would have dared to dream of taking in a young He Lanchán as his disciple!

He had the roots of Old Martial Arts, his mental power was exceptional, and he'd even mastered the introductory Spirit Cultivation technique...

In Qin Shi's words, it was like being on a losing streak for ten rounds, only to get a third chance to synthesize a three-star, five-cost chess piece.

His luck was so overwhelming it made him question reality!

"If I could just eat a few pages of paper and instantly gain enlightenment in Spirit Cultivation without any training...

Why did I spend all those years day and night reciting, copying, and even recognizing the secret texts in my dreams!"

Old Liang let out a bitter smile. He couldn't fathom the source of Qin Shi's talent; it was as if it were a divine blessing.

His thick palm stroked the ancient booklet, handwritten by his master's master. It held no trace of Qi.

Hong Sheng's teachings were about the way of Old Martial Arts, not methods for cultivating the mind.

The trope of later generations comprehending divine skills from ancient manuals after generations of separation was almost impossible.

"Could it be that, back then, Qin Shi was also a promising Psionicist, blessed with prophetic talent?"

Old Liang's gaze was filled with surprise as he speculated.

He looked at Qin Shi, whose Qi Sensation was flowing and circulating through his body.

It seemed his luck was finally turning around!

He thought to himself.

As the three main professional paths in Dongxia, Martial Artists were the only ones who seemed relatively normal.

The other two often carried a mystical aura.

Take Mechanists, for example, nicknamed "Oil Guys."

They believed steel was pure, machinery sacred, and were obsessed with technological innovation and flesh-and-blood upgrades.

They favored rationality, appreciated logic, and detested redundancy and dealing with people.

Specifically, they enjoyed the smell of machine oil, causing explosions, collecting gears unearthed from ancient ruins, and forming relationships with non-flesh-and-blood beings.

Psionicists were relatively reclusive, preferring solitude and loving aesthetically pleasing things.

They often possessed a strong mystical "prophetic talent."

Perhaps they had never encountered painting or music before, yet they naturally mastered these skills, possessing an understanding far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

In the Old Era, buried by the dust of history, there was even a remarkable painter.

Without ever stepping onto the path of the extraordinary, they observed a deeper world with their naked eyes and translated it onto canvas with pigments and brushes, creating works that have been passed down through the ages.

While it sounds artistic, they were also prone to paranoia, split personalities, and mental distortions.

They were a breeding ground for madmen, geniuses, warmongers, and conspirators.

They were ranked by Tomorrow Group's best-selling publication, Outlook Weekly, as "the profession least welcomed by other extraordinary paths."

"Master Liang, Hundred Forms Cultivating Momentum is actually a form of visualization, and Spirit Cultivation is the key to unlocking it."

Qin Shi slowly sat down, a look of realization flashing in his eyes.

After deciphering the secret texts of Spirit Cultivation, what remained were visualization patterns containing "momentum."

He recalled the strange sensation of his Mortal Body merging with the airflow, transforming into a gale.

It felt as if his body had become incredibly light, intoxicating him.

After consuming those few pages, it was as if countless pieces of information had been poured into his consciousness.

The chaotic symbols, which he couldn't previously comprehend, were broken down, dispersed, reassembled, and condensed into ancient, profound, and peculiar patterns.

Wind! Countless streams of Qi coalesced into various forms of wind!

Breeze, gale, warm wind, cold wind, hot wind, whirlwind, hurricane... countless wind forms constantly appeared, deeply imprinted in his mind.

With just a thought, through meditation, he could capture wisps of swirling Qi.

"That's right. The core of Hundred Forms Cultivating Momentum lies in 'the heart as a furnace, encompassing all things,' and then 'cultivating spirit and momentum, absorbing them for one's own use.'

It is an 'internal art' that takes vitality as its foundation, feeding back into the spirit, allowing both to advance together."

Old Liang smiled:

"To some extent, you are very suited for this path.

He Lanchán, who pushed Hundred Forms Cultivating Momentum to its supreme realm, was similar to you, also achieving a unity of spirit and flesh."

No wonder he could cultivate over eight thousand eight hundred forms; he was an ultimate grinder who just piled on the stats!

Qin Shi felt admiration. This First Generation Ten Prodigy sounded like a "Ten Mile Slope Sword God," someone who just patiently grinded skills and levels, waiting for the opportune moment to shine and make a name for himself across the stars.

At the same age, Qi Wuxiang dominated his peers at nineteen, won the championship at twenty, and then successfully defended it again at twenty-eight.

Looking at He Lanchán, he didn't reach the Stellar Cup finals until he was thirty-six.

Before that, he had almost no fame.

As a result, this dark horse overturned the unstoppable Qi Wuxiang and prevented King Qi's legendary three consecutive championships.

"Master Liang, comprehending 'Its Speed is Like the Wind Momentum' has caused my Qi circulation route to change drastically.

Why is that?"

Qin Shi voiced his confusion.

When he first grasped Qi Sensation, the hot current surged up and down, confined to his chest and torso.

After several instances of Golden Elixir's Burning Sinews, he finally opened up his limbs and joints, completing a simple circulation.

Following his consumption of his master's manuscript and finishing his meal, he gained insight into 'Its Speed is Like the Wind Momentum'.

The increasingly powerful Qi naturally converged towards the soles of his feet.

"A Martial Artist's 'Momentum' is the process of the 'Qi' within the body radiating outwards.

In the martial arts novels of the Old Era, it was called 'inner force projection' or 'hundred-pace heavenly aura'."

Old Liang picked up a porcelain bowl and inverted it on the table, lightly scraping a circle along the bottom with his finger.

With a "swish," he carved out a "bracelet" that could be worn on the wrist.

Qin Shi's eyes widened. This was the first time he had seen Old Liang display his true abilities.

"The path of Old Martial Arts involves Cultivation Methods and Fighting Styles.

Cultivation Methods are for Body Cultivation and Spirit Cultivation, while Fighting Styles are for combat and killing enemies.

Fists and kicks are for the arena, back and forth, evenly matched, where life and death aren't so clearly defined.

But on an ancient battlefield, where it's life or death, with your life hanging by a thread, you rely on weapons."

Old Liang chuckled:

"As the old saying goes, capturing is for the dead, seizing is for the living. Only after mastering capture can one move on to weapons.

Weapons are extensions of the hands and feet. When man and weapon become one, killing is like cutting grass!

Even today, there are still many battle groups piloting divine machines who prefer to forge swords and spears from exotic metals to break through enemy formations alone.

By the way, don't attempt this unless you've become a Martial God; you'll easily be blasted to smithereens by battleships."

I'm not stupid!

How could I possibly do something as foolish as taking a physical body to block a railgun!

Qin Shi mused that Old Liang's rambling meant that 'Momentum' could provide an enchantment effect, increasing an individual's lethality.

Qi is the mana bar, Momentum is the ultimate skill!

"Hundred Forms Cultivating Momentum - Its Speed is Like the Wind! As the name suggests, it focuses on speed!

As long as you continue to comprehend it, you can derive the 'characteristics' that best suit you.

Such as 'cutting', 'sharpness', 'agility', 'stealth', and so on.

What I just showed you was condensing the wind momentum to the fingertips, forming a spiraling sharp force.

Let alone porcelain bowls, it can cleave through steel plates."

Old Liang explained slowly, stirring Qin Shi's emotions.

He longed to know if, by mastering 'Its Speed is Like the Wind Momentum', he could like the masters in Old Era martial arts novels, using lightness skills to leap and bound, flying through the heavens and diving into the earth.

"Of course, you can, but it's best not to do it in urban areas. If you trigger airspace monitoring and set off air defense sirens, it'll be troublesome.

During the early days of Dongxia's New Calendar, when the Republic was just established, many Martial Artists didn't respect the law. They would soar high and low in central cities, and many suicidal fools were concentrated-fired and shot into sieves, their bodies not even remaining whole."

Facing his disciple's burgeoning curiosity, Old Liang offered a kind warning.

Many in the Old Martial Arts Faction reminisced about the chaotic era of warlord conflicts and the breakdown of order.

A significant reason was the freedom from constraints and regulations.

In those days, Martial Artists whose vitality surpassed the two-hundred-point mark would pilot divine machines to roam ancient stars, defeat space pirates who plundered freely, escort passing civilian spacecraft, and get acquainted with noble ladies from Imperial Capital's great clans... these were the chivalry and romance found only in storybooks.

These things once attracted countless young men to embark on the path of Old Martial Arts.

"Xiaoshi, don't be too hasty and get lost in cultivating momentum. If your vitality is less than twenty points, practicing Spirit Cultivation techniques excessively can easily deplete your physical potential."

Old Liang reminded him verbally, while inwardly thinking about how to obtain high-grade Energy Liquid that could strengthen flesh and blood vitality.

To push his last four points of vitality to achieve a perfect, new transformation!

Precious things like Energy Liquid were priceless and heavily controlled by higher authorities, rarely circulating in the open market.

The more outstanding Qin Shi's talent appeared, the more restless he became.

Wouldn't it be a sin to let such a fine gem be buried and delayed in his hands?

The next day.

Lin Yunqing's Vast Sea Conqueror drove into Qiguang Hengda University's campus.

She was wearing casual sportswear, her black hair cascading over her shoulders, exuding the beautiful charm of a young female teacher.

"Brother! Your little sister is here to deliver your homemade lunch!"

Lin Yunqing didn't knock and walked directly into the office of the general affairs director.

Secretary Xu, who was sitting outside, recognized the eldest daughter of the Lin family and didn't stop her.

"How many times have I told you! At school, during my work hours, you have to address me by my title!"

Lin Xiaohan felt a headache coming on. His sister was particularly mischievous and never let the family rest easy.

If she showed up on her own, it was usually for something troublesome!

"Got it, Brother."

Lin Yunqing dangled the pink cat-themed lunch bag and grinned as she approached:

"Your little sister personally cooked this homemade lunch for Director Lin! And by the way, I'm here to complete the 'check-in' mission my sister-in-law gave me!"

Lin Xiaohan's mouth twitched:

"Who did I offend recently that you want to poison me to death?"

Lin Yunqing's "dark cuisine" was something that only their father, with his robust vitality, could withstand. Everyone else in the family couldn't stomach it.

"I just earned a little money, so I have to thank you properly, Brother."

Lin Yunqing smiled:

"I went to the Youth Palace today. Early in the morning, a guy named Qin Lihao sent someone to deliver a brand-new Thunder series sports car, saying it was an apology to me."

Lin Xiaohan frowned slightly:

"That's quite a gesture, sending a car worth tens of millions so casually. How did you handle it?"

He wasn't worried that his sister would be blinded by such a small gain.

Lin Yunqing nodded:

"Of course! You have no idea how broke I am! After accepting the car, I immediately opened the 'Earn Earn APP' and had someone come to my place to recycle it! They paid me on the spot, super efficient!"

Selling a new sports car as second-hand?

That sounded exactly like something his sister would do.

Lin Xiaohan said seriously:

"Don't keep causing trouble. The Yancheng Qin Family is known for being fierce and malicious, full of heroes and villains, benevolence, righteousness, wisdom, and integrity."

Lin Yunqing raised an eyebrow:

"I don't have time to deal with them, as long as that pervert Qin Zhijie stops lurking around me... Brother, let's talk business. Has Qiguang Hengda University started its special recruitment for this year?"