The True Martial Spirit Condensing Art was exceptionally difficult to cultivate. Even with Chen Mo's aptitude having reached the genius level of a Dragon Among Men, he could not cultivate it to the Initiation stage in a short time, much less rely on Epiphany to rapidly advance his realm.
The most crucial and difficult point was that he still could not fully comprehend this technique.
With no way to begin cultivating it, forcibly imitating it like drawing a gourd after the pattern of another would have no effect. The technique proficiency would not increase, and he would never be able to achieve Initiation.
He still needed to start with the basics. Once he understood every part of it, he could begin cultivating it.
In Chen Mo's view, if he wanted to master this technique, the necessary cultural studies were indispensable.
Consulting someone who had cultivated this technique would be a major shortcut.
That was why he had come to the backyard—to seek Yan Cheng's guidance and also help Chen Ying and the other person solve their employment problem.
In Chen Mo's view, as the School Master of the Martial Arts School, Yan Cheng had certainly cultivated this technique before. Even if he had ultimately failed to master it, his understanding had to be deeper than Chen Mo's, who had only read it for a few days, memorized its contents, and not fully understood it.
Hearing Chen Mo's request, embarrassment swiftly flashed across Yan Cheng's face.
"I'm sorry, but I may not be able to help you with the cultivation of this technique."
"Hasn't the School Master cultivated the True Martial Spirit Condensing Art?" Chen Mo asked.
"Of course I have cultivated it..."
Yan Cheng answered seriously, "But a person's energy is limited. I merely glanced through it a few times,