"How long had these visualization diagrams for cultivation techniques been hidden away?"
"Looks like several thousand years, maybe even ten thousand."
Lu Yang pressed a hand to his forehead. No one had found them in all that time. Just how deeply had the eminent monks of the Western Heaven Temple buried these things?
Had they hidden them so well because they wanted someone to find them, or because they didn't?
"Arhat Fist is swift and ever-changing. It emphasizes exhaling through the teeth, making your voice ring like thunder, using sound to boost your presence and breath to drive your strength..."
The teaching of the Celestial Venerable Tofu came from the sword.
When it came to Arhat Fist, few in the present age could match Lu Yang's mastery. With him as a teacher, Xinding had the right guidance, so his progress came naturally and swiftly.
Xinding practiced his punches in the courtyard. Thanks to his powerful spiritual sense, every movement was remarkably precise. After half a month, he was almost ready to enter the basics.
"It really is so much better than Bodhi Fist." The more Xinding practiced, the more keenly he felt the gap in level between Bodhi Fist and Arhat Fist. No wonder it was the supreme boxing art that could earn one the fruition of an arhat.
Just as Xinding was lost in his training, a warm current rose from his dantian and flowed through his limbs and bones, filling him with strength.
"Has the pill finally taken effect?"
Xinding was delighted. To aid his cultivation, he had used his merit points to exchange for a Little Grass Return Pill under the Celestial Venerable Tofu's guidance. Though it was a pill that helped one break through, its medicinal nature was gentle, and after it was consumed, the