Vajra Fist

Chapter 016: Vajra Fist, "Is this the Mountain God?"

"We've all been deceived!"

"Pity our cattle and sheep!"

The pangolin, its body shattered, was surrounded by herders cursing loudly.

Some, still seething, walked up to the corpse of the mountain god's shaman and continued to curse and stomp on it.

"Yuan Tianzong, my friend, thank you for your help!"

Jiege, along with Duoji and Wada, immediately came before Yuan Tianzong to express their most sincere gratitude.

The old herder and many other herders quickly gathered, offering their thankful words.

If it weren't for Yuan Tianzong, they would have likely lost many cattle and sheep again, making it difficult to survive the winter.

"It's nothing, really."

"It may be nothing to you, but it's a matter of life and death for us. If it weren't for you, my daughter Dawa would have been in trouble. Tianzong, you must stay another night, give me a chance to repay your kindness!"

Yuan Tianzong, who seemed to be going nowhere in particular, readily accepted.

That night, the herders brought their best wine and fattest cattle and sheep to Yuan Tianzong.

Around the bonfire, people sang and danced, expressing the joy in their hearts.

The celebration continued until late into the night, and Yuan Tianzong returned to his tent.

The clear moonlight illuminated the vast Kunlun.

In the cold wind, a voice reached his ears.

Yuan Tianzong, who hadn't yet gone to bed, stepped out of the tent again and looked towards the sound.

In the cold wind, Duoji was still practicing his boxing.

Although the crisis had subsided due to Yuan Tianzong's appearance, Duoji was very dissatisfied with his performance that day.

He knew clearly in his heart that if he hadn't been lucky enough to meet Yuan Tianzong and treated him politely, he would have been separated from his sister forever.

The other man was a guest, passing through.

What if he encountered such a situation again in the future?

Could he still pray for another 'Yuan Tianzong' to appear?

Ultimately, his cultivation was still insufficient, and he lacked the ability to resolve such matters.

Whoosh!

The wind from his fists swept through the air as Duoji practiced his boxing over and over again until he collapsed from exhaustion and sat down with a plop, breathing heavily.

He stared at the sweat dripping in front of him, his chest heaving violently, unable to calm down for a long time.

"Duoji, boxing isn't practiced like this."

A sudden voice startled Duoji, who was exhausted.

He turned his head and saw Yuan Tianzong. He immediately got up. His reserved and sensitive nature made him want to call him 'brother', but he worried that the other person might think he was trying to curry favor.

"Benefactor, did I disturb your rest?"

Yuan Tianzong shook his head and didn't correct the way he was addressed.

"Practicing boxing is different from other things. You need to temper your body until it's stable, and then combine it with techniques like channeling force and qi to deliver the most powerful punches."

"If you just keep practicing boxing like this, you might be able to run faster and faster, but you'll hit a bottleneck very soon. It's even worse if you injure your body."

In Duoji's heart, Yuan Tianzong's status was extraordinary, surpassing his own father and all the martial artists he had ever seen.

Therefore, Duoji listened humbly to his words.

"Benefactor, I, I..."

I only have this kind of boxing. Even if I want to change, I don't know where to start.

Yuan Tianzong naturally understood his predicament.

Although martial arts were prevalent in this era, most ordinary people were either constrained by finances or lacked the means to embark on the path of cultivation. Even if they did, it was difficult to receive proper guidance.

Yuan Tianzong walked up to Duoji and placed his hands on various joints and bones on his body, feeling them.

Root bones were most important in practicing boxing, as the body served as the foundation.

Bone palpation was a basic skill for experienced boxing masters.

Some people had large and heavy skeletons, some had bones in their arms that were different from ordinary people, and some had bones with extreme natural flexibility...

Different skeletons were suited for different boxing styles.

During the bone palpation, Duoji felt extremely honored. Even when he felt a pinch, he dared not utter a sound.

Soon, Yuan Tianzong finished the bone palpation.

"Doji, your aptitude isn't very good," Yuan Tianzong said truthfully.

As these words fell on Doji's ears, it felt as if the world had gone silent.

When a master like Yuan Tianzong spoke, it meant he truly wasn't cut out for martial arts cultivation. It wasn't surprising his progress had been so slow.

Disappointment couldn't be hidden, welling up in his eyes.

"Thank you, benefactor. I understand. I never expected to reach any great heights, I just hoped to protect my family as much as possible," Doji said softly, his hands, calloused from years of boxing, clenched tightly.

Yuan Tianzong chuckled lightly. "Your talent isn't enough, but you're practicing boxing. If you were to practice swordsmanship, spearplay, poisons, or other paths, without opportunity, it would be hard to achieve anything."

Doji looked up, a flicker of hope appearing in his eyes.

"Benefactor, you mean…"

"Practicing boxing also requires talent. Aptitude is one thing, perseverance is another. The saying 'Heaven rewards the diligent' favors boxing the most."

Doji exclaimed eagerly, "I can endure hardship! Really!"

"Alright, then I will teach you a set of boxing. Remember, this boxing emphasizes perseverance above all else. You must train it daily, refining your body and your will."

Doji nodded heavily. "I will definitely persevere and train daily!"

"Good, watch carefully, learn well. I will only demonstrate it three times."

As he spoke, Yuan Tianzong took a step, his feet rooting to the ground. His entire demeanor shifted dramatically with that single step.

Doji's pupils trembled repeatedly.

In his eyes, Yuan Tianzong, practicing boxing, seemed to transform into a great mountain weathered by millennia of wind and rain.

The first repetition was to help him remember the stances.

The second was to help him remember the breathing during practice.

The third was to let him see how the two cooperated, creating a cycle of endless vitality.

After finishing, Yuan Tianzong didn't ask Doji if he remembered. He turned and walked towards the tent. Whether he could succeed, and to what extent, would depend on his own fortune.

"Benefactor!"

"Hm?" Yuan Tianzong looked back.

"What is this boxing called?"

Yuan Tianzong thought for a moment, then smiled. "Didn't you want to become a Vajra? It's called Vajra Fist."

"Great, Vajra Fist, I'll remember it!"

Night passed in the blink of an eye.

In the early morning, Doji, groggy, suddenly jolted awake. He scrambled up and rushed out of the tent, running towards Yuan Tianzong's tent.

"Dad, where is the benefactor?"

Ge Jie replied, "The benefactor left not long ago."

"Ah, why didn't you call me!"

Before Ge Jie could speak, Doji sprinted in the direction Yuan Tianzong had left.

He ran for several kilometers but still couldn't find Yuan Tianzong.

Gazing at the majestic mountain peaks in the distance, Doji took a deep breath and shouted loudly, "Benefactor! Thank you!!"

His voice echoed across the land.

Plop.

Amidst the reverberating echoes, Doji suddenly knelt and kowtowed, each sound heavy, his forehead bleeding.

"Benefactor, Doji will definitely train hard!"

"Thank you! Thank you!"

"I hope we'll meet again someday!"

Far away, Yuan Tianzong looked back, listening to the sounds echoing through the mountains, and stepped forward with a light smile.

"This child, I won't be your master. Kowtowing is useless."