Tiger Subduing Stance Breakthrough

Tiger Subduing Stance Breakthrough

The courtyard gradually darkened, yet Fang Mo was still holding his stance. His body rose and fell like a crouching tiger, his blood and qi surging with each breath, flowing through him and nourishing his flesh. Sweat continuously dripped onto the sandy ground, shattering into countless droplets.

At that moment, a group of five emerged from the main hall.

Three men and two women—these were Guan Lie's five disciples. More precisely, four disciples; one of the tall women was his daughter, Guan Lu.

The other girl, with a somewhat haughty air, was Chi Jing, the fourth junior sister. Then there were Senior Brother Feng Qingyuan, second senior brother Miao Ping, and third senior brother Yang Yunxing.

The five chatted and laughed as they headed outside. It looked as though they were going out to eat, and they had even changed clothes.

By then, there were no other trainees left in the courtyard. Fang Mo was the only one still standing there alone in his stance, making him particularly conspicuous.

They all noticed Fang Mo and could not help glancing his way.

"So this is the new trainee?" Yang Yunxing looked at Fang Mo as he held his stance and said with a smile, "His Tiger Subduing Stance is pretty decent. It has a bit of flavor to it. He's only been at it for two days and is already showing this much—his comprehension seems quite good."

"He's hardworking. Yesterday, I saw that he was the last one to leave as well," Senior Brother Feng Qingyuan said with a smile.

Chi Jing said indifferently, "What use is comprehension alone? The most important thing in martial cultivation is natural aptitude. Without aptitude, all that effort is nothing but wasted labor."

Her natural aptitude was exceptionally good, and her family was well-off, which was why she had developed such an arrogant disposition.

"Junior Sister Chi is right!" Miao Ping looked at Chi Jing, the arrogance gone from his face as he smiled. "Without a martial artist's aptitude, entering Bright Force within half a year is probably impossible."

Feng Qingyuan smiled faintly. "You can't say that for certain. Maybe he really will break through."

Mockery flashed through Chi Jing's eyes. "That's just wishful thinking. With his aptitude, he probably won't be able to break through to Bright Force even in ten years!"

"Forget it, why are we talking about him?" Hearing Chi Jing's harsh words, Guan Lu hurriedly said, "Let's go! The gathering will start soon. We'll miss the good part of the matches!"

The others stopped discussing it and headed out. Fang Mo had heard their conversation, but he pretended not to and continued cultivating with all his strength.

Guan Lie stood in the hall, watching Fang Mo sweat like rain beneath the night sky. He, too, shook his head before turning toward the inner residence.

He shared the same view.

For martial artists, natural aptitude was paramount. Without it, everything was empty talk. Besides, Fang Mo was already eighteen; his body had taken shape, and there was no longer any possibility of changing it.

If he had been younger, perhaps there would have been a chance—if a Dan Jin martial artist had massaged and guided him, if he had been tempered with medicine, and if he had eaten more Exotic Beast Meat to replenish himself.

But judging by the look of it, his family circumstances were not very good either. Otherwise, they would not have let his body become so weak.

He sighed softly and turned away. He had seen Fang Mo's efforts, but they were sadly futile. He had seen too many children from poor families work hard, only for it all to come to nothing in the end.

[Tiger Subduing Stance: Beginner (42/100)]

Fang Mo stopped cultivating and looked at the information displayed on the Bronze Mirror, his heart surging with excitement. It seemed he would break through in less than a week.

He did not care at all about what the others said. With his divine ability, he believed that he would surely succeed in entering Bright Force.

Dragging his exhausted body back to his small courtyard, Fang Mo cut up half the Exotic Beast Meat and set it to stew, cooked a pot of rice, then filled a tub with hot water for a medicinal bath.

This time, he remained awake, and the sensation was even clearer. The medicinal liquid was scorching hot, and from time to time, energy flowed into his body, as though countless little warm hands were massaging his muscles and easing his fatigue. At the same time, the medicinal power entered his body, flowing along with his blood and qi to strengthen him.

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After soaking for two hours, he felt refreshed and invigorated, and much of his physical fatigue had eased.

After the bath, he wolfed down three large bowls of rice with the Exotic Beast Meat, filling his stomach before resuming his stance training to digest the meat's energy.

After completing seven cycles of Heavenly Cycle Breathing, the energy from the Exotic Beast Meat gradually weakened. Only then did he stop and wash up briefly.

It was already past midnight, so he went straight to bed.

Another night of sweet dreams passed.

When he woke the next day, he felt refreshed, light on his feet, and brimming with strength.

During his morning stance training, he could already easily complete three cycles of Heavenly Cycle Breathing. With the Exotic Beast Meat and medicinal liquid working together, he was progressing rapidly. His physical condition was far stronger than it had been three days ago.

This filled Fang Mo with motivation. Every day, after finishing his stance training at home, he went to the Martial Hall and continued without pause until eight or nine at night before returning.

He soaked in the medicine, ate Exotic Beast Meat, then continued training.

He was like a man possessed. Other than necessary rest, he spent all his time holding his stance. The people at the Martial Hall saw it too. Though they thought it was useless, they were still shaken by Fang Mo's persistence and frenzy.

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, another three days passed. Fang Mo could now hold on through four cycles of Heavenly Cycle Breathing, and he needed only five more points to advance.

His heart was full of anticipation. He was about to break through, and he desperately wanted to know how it would feel afterward.

He settled into a bow-horse stance, both hands poised as though seizing and pressing down a tiger. His body rose and fell slightly without pause, like waves rolling with his breathing as he mobilized his blood and qi.

One cycle.

Two cycles.

He gritted his teeth and held on. Beads of sweat fell from his body like raindrops, splashing onto the muddy ground until a large patch of earth was soaked through.

At last, the fifth cycle was complete.

[Tiger Subduing Stance: Elementary Mastery (1/1000)]

The Bronze Mirror in his mind trembled, golden words appearing upon its surface. The Tiger Subduing Stance had finally advanced.

It was as though thunder roared through Fang Mo's mind. Then, an invisible realization spilled across his heart like the warm sun of spring. In that instant, his understanding of the Tiger Subduing Stance seemed to open the door to an entirely new world. Every movement, every breath, became incomparably clear. It was as if his body had formed a wondrous connection with heaven and earth, and every inch of his skin could sense the subtle ripples of power.

At the same time, he felt an unprecedented surge of blood and vitality roiling within him, like a rushing river bursting forth from his Dantian, coursing through his meridians and into every limb and bone, washing every cell in his body anew.

That warm current not only warmed his body, but his soul as well. His exhaustion seemed to vanish in an instant, replaced by boundless strength and vitality.

"So this is the first body tempering Ding Zhiyuan talked about!"

Five days—only five days, and he had completed his first body tempering. That shouldn't count as slow, right?

However, when he looked at the second realm's 1,000 proficiency points, the excitement in his heart gradually settled. The road ahead would be even harder. The required amount had increased so sharply; if he wanted to break through, he still could not slack off. The numbers ahead would likely only grow greater and greater.

Fang Mo drew a deep breath. He felt no fear whatsoever. Instead, blazing light burned in his eyes. In his previous life, he had never had the chance to explore the pinnacle of martial arts. In this life, he finally had the opportunity.

He wanted to see what lay at the peak of martial arts. Would it be like in those novels—shattering the void?