Yuanshen Thunder Seed Method

Luo Guanyun had a short temper for a reason. As a Third Limit powerhouse, his body was nourished and regulated by True Qi, giving him a lifespan at least two or three times that of an ordinary person.

But his cultivation had been stuck at the Third Great Limit for more than ten years. The Thunder Method True Art he practiced, the Yuanshen Thunder Seed Method, had failed to advance, and the Thunder Seed planted inside him was on the verge of flaring up.

The Fourth Limit Grandmaster Realm was a major hurdle for martial artists, and extremely difficult to break through.

Luo Guanyun had no choice but to seek another path. He practiced the Five Elements Water Attribute art, the Mysterious Yin Moon-Reflecting True Art, hoping to neutralize the Thunder Seed within him.

Unfortunately, the results had been meager. At best, it could barely delay the Thunder Seed's flare-up; it couldn't cure the problem.

At the same time, the forces of two True Techniques with opposing attributes counterbalanced and clashed inside his body, affecting his spleen and stomach. That threw his liver fire out of balance, leaving him irritable and quick to anger.

"Was I really wrong? My daughter has the talent to cultivate the Thunder Method to its highest heights.

"I raised her for more than ten years. As a daughter of the Luo Family, inheriting the Thunder Method True Art is her duty and responsibility. Yet she refuses to learn it. I'm not wrong. She is!"

"I'll find someone with matching talent and have them practice the Thunder Method, just to prove it."

"Sister Ru, what does the banner over the entrance to our martial arts school mean?"

Meng Chuan and Liu Ru sat across from each other in the dining hall, drinking Tendon and Bone Liquid with the nutritious breakfast provided by the school.

"It's nothing. Master Luo wants to recruit more students, that's all."

Liu Ru was exhausted and didn't feel like explaining.

When Meng Chuan had arrived early that morning, he'd spotted a newly hung banner over the entrance to the school.

[Gather the finest talents under heaven! If you've got talent, come on in!]

"Chuan, that was a great fight!"

"Do it again! That was so satisfying to watch!"

A crowd had gathered around Meng Chuan on the training ground to watch him perform Guoyi Fist. After his match with Wang Yue the day before, Meng Chuan had become the school's new favorite.

Meng Chuan was exasperated. With all these people gathered around him, how was he supposed to comprehend Guoyi Fist? He should've come in the afternoon.

"You little brat, I think you're threatening my position. Come on, let's duel!"

Le Ping joined in the commotion.

"Have some shame! He hasn't even reached the First Barrier. You want him to fight you across three realms?"

"I'll fight you. Come on, to the ring. Now!"

Wang Dong dragged Le Ping toward the ring.

The one who spoke was the school's senior big brother, the longest-serving student and the oldest. Unfortunately, he was already in his thirties and still stuck at the Fourth Dao Blood Qi Barrier.

This proved one thing: what the path of the Martial Dao lacked most wasn't perseverance, but talent.

"Brother Wang, don't! I was wrong!" Seeing the senior big brother stand up for Meng Chuan, Le Ping begged for mercy again and again.

The crowd's attention had been drawn elsewhere, leaving Meng Chuan free to focus on comprehending Guoyi Fist.

By two in the afternoon, the time of his appointment with the school's master had arrived, but Meng Chuan still hadn't broken through that final one percent.

Combined with the Stake Technique, his Guoyi Fist had indeed become more fluid, but no new understanding had come to him. Had he gone down the wrong path? Could the Stake Technique not help Guoyi Fist break its limit?

"Go ahead and beat me up if you want. I don't mind."

Meng Chuan decided he would ask the master how to reach the "Master" realm he'd mentioned. Even if he got beaten again, he didn't care.

When the appointed time came, Meng Chuan waited outside the training room instead of going in. He could hear the cries of pain coming from inside.

The master was running late today. Even though their time was up, he was still beating the previous student to a pulp.

"The extra five minutes count as lesson time. Get lost!"

The student scrambled out, and as he passed Meng Chuan, he shot him a sympathetic look.

Meng Chuan sidestepped into the room. Luo Guanyun was straightening the creases in his shirt from the fight.

"Oh, it's you. Come in. I remember teaching you the Stake Technique last weekend. Have you got the hang of it?"

As a Martial Arts Master, Luo Guanyun had an excellent memory.

"I have."

Meng Chuan lowered into a horse stance and circulated his qi from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet. Then he took a deep breath and exhaled a stream of white air visible to the naked eye.

"Not bad. Your breath shoots out like an arrow. You've got the hang of it.

"Pay attention to how many times you practice your stance each day. When you can, have some medicinal cuisine to build yourself up."

Meng Chuan said he'd been drinking Mingde Pharmaceutical's Tendon and Bone Liquid. Luo Guanyun hopped over and rapped him on the head.

"Who told you to drink supplements? Medicinal cuisine. I said medicinal cuisine!"

"Medicinal cuisine is all-natural. It's made by simmering potent medicinal herbs into a soup. It doesn't leave impurities in your body like supplements do.

"Your constitution is average. If you want to take Xingyi further, don't let too many impurities build up in your body. That'll make it harder to break through later. Remember what I've told you today. Understand?"

"Understood, Teacher." He was a Martial Arts Master, so Meng Chuan had to heed his advice.

Meng Chuan was being quite obedient this time, and Luo Guanyun was very pleased.

"Good. Too many people are in a hurry to succeed these days. They want to practice high-level boxing and shovel down tons of supplements. It's rare to find someone like you, who can steadily build a solid foundation."

Meng Chuan knew that if he didn't have the panel, he'd also be switching to more powerful boxing styles that boosted his blood and qi.

"By the way, how many days did it take you to get the hang of it?"

"About two and a half. I learned it last Saturday and got the hang of it on Monday."

"Mm..."

"Ah, not quite enough. Your constitution isn't up to scratch, either."

Though the kid had astonishing perseverance and a temperament that suited him, he'd probably struggle even to get started if he learned the Thunder Method.

"No matter. Today I'll teach you a fist technique."

"The full name of the fist technique I'm teaching you is the Xingyi Sect Five Elements Fire Attribute Eight-Gate Pao Fist. We'll call it Pao Fist for short."

"Pao Fist is the most powerful and forceful of the third-grade martial arts. Even some second-grade techniques can't match its might. It has three stages of progress: three routes, six routes, and nine routes. Mastering all nine routes means you've reached perfection. Like this."

As he spoke, Luo Guanyun stood and demonstrated. He bent his legs slightly and held his arms before and behind him like supports, then suddenly drove his right fist forward. Like thunder exploding on a clear day, it boomed with a mighty crash.

"Good grief, did Brother Luo smash Junior Brother Meng Chuan to pieces with one punch?"

After Wang Dong had finished roughing him up, Le Ping came over to eavesdrop through the door.

Instructor Liu Ru also approached. She was restless, worried that Luo Guanyun might be so delighted by Meng Chuan's talent that he'd take him on as a personal disciple.

Luo Guanyun sensed someone listening at the door.

"Those outside, want to come in and learn with us?"

Le Ping and Liu Ru hurriedly got up and left, not daring to linger.

After breaking down Pao Fist, Luo Guanyun demonstrated it a few more times, and Meng Chuan committed the moves to memory.

"Show me."

Meng Chuan tried to perform it from memory. Thanks to his solid foundation in Guoyi Fist, he picked it up quickly, though he was still some way from mastering it. Pao Fist also hadn't been recorded on his panel.

"Mm, you're getting the hang of it. Go practice some more at home."

Luo Guanyun checked the time. Only forty minutes had passed. Meng Chuan had a good foundation; other students needed three or four lessons to learn Pao Fist, while this kid could already perform it decently before even a full lesson had passed.

"Teacher Luo, I still can't accept it. I really want to break through to the Master realm with Guoyi Fist. What do I have to do?"