Suspension, Focusing on Martial Arts

Noticing Teng Qingshan's gaze, Yang Guo's pretty face flushed slightly, and she was just about to remind him to focus on the lecture.

Teng Qingshan, however, shifted his gaze back; on the surface, he appeared to be listening intently, but his mind had already sunk deep into his consciousness.

He began to integrate the information, piece by piece, based on the images that drifted out from the Little Cauldron from time to time.

When the class ended.

Teng Qingshan's understanding of the future had grown significantly.

"So, the 'Spiritual Telekinesis' was the cause of my strange headaches." Teng Qingshan shook his head with a wry smile. "A Spiritual Telekinetic—that is a powerful ability, but unfortunately, my current physical fitness is too poor to awaken it naturally."

Once the images from the Little Cauldron temporarily ceased, Teng Qingshan had gained a general overview of Spiritual Telekinetics and the methods of human cultivation following the Great Nirvana.

"'Genetic Origin Energy,' 'Telekinesis'... and the 'Five Hearts Toward Heaven Method,' Warriors, Warlords, War Gods... interesting."

The light in Teng Qingshan's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Although this world lacks Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, it possesses something even better: Cosmic Energy. Furthermore, once one tempers the body until their punching power reaches nine hundred kilograms, they can attempt to absorb Cosmic Energy autonomously, refining it into Genetic Origin Energy and Telekinesis to greatly strengthen their physical constitution. However, this body is still very weak; I must take it one step at a time."

Having obtained the initial information on how to break through and grow stronger in this world, Teng Qingshan did not hesitate. He stood up, walked out to the balcony, took out his phone, and informed his grandfather of his desire to take a leave of absence from school.

He only had this one relative left, and to take a leave from school, he needed the consent of his guardian.

Although Teng Qingshan could have disregarded such worldly rules.

But Teng Yongyuan had cared for him for over a decade, and having inherited the memories and emotions of his counterpart from this parallel universe, Teng Qingshan naturally had to consider Elder Teng's feelings.

"Beep, beep, beep~"

The call connected quickly.

After Teng Qingshan explained his intentions to Teng Yongyuan.

The old man on the other end was silent for a moment, then immediately supported Teng Qingshan's decision.

"Qingshan, with your current grades, it really doesn't matter whether you are at school or not. Grandfather respects all your decisions. From now on, just live according to your own wishes. I still have plenty of pension money; the two of us won't go hungry!"

Teng Yongyuan thought of his grandson, who had fallen into a coma several times, and simply could not bear to force him to stay in school and waste his time.

Having reached old age and not knowing how much time he had left, Elder Teng chose to respect Teng Qingshan's decision.

"Thank you, Grandfather," Teng Qingshan said sincerely.

"Mm. Qingshan, wait at school; I'll be there right away to help you handle the paperwork." The old man was highly efficient. After hanging up, he grabbed the necessary documents, hailed a taxi, and arrived at the school.

He processed the leave of absence with Teng Qingshan.

After saying goodbye to the classmates and teachers he had been on good terms with, Teng Qingshan walked out of the school with his grandfather.

He would likely never return.

Looking at the bustling, prosperous streets and the images of rampaging monsters in his mind.

Teng Qingshan suddenly felt an immense sense of dissonance.

A crisis hidden beneath a peaceful facade.

Now, apart from him, who could have imagined that in less than a year, this world would change beyond recognition?

After dropping his grandfather off at home, Teng Qingshan headed straight for the forest park in Yi'an District.

On the way, Teng Qingshan explained to his grandfather his plan to focus on martial arts training.

Although the old man was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.

He still chose to support his grandson unconditionally.

In Teng Yongyuan's view.

His grandson's strange headaches could take his life at any moment.

In the face of life and death, everything else was trivial. If his grandson wanted to do what he loved, then he should just let him do it.

In life, as long as there are no regrets, that is enough.

On the city streets.

Teng Qingshan jogged along.

Although this body was weak now.

That was only in comparison to his past life.

In reality, after several consecutive comas, his body had been transformed by the leaking Telekinesis, making his physical fitness far superior to his peers in this world. Jogging now was effortless for him.

An hour later.

A slightly breathless Teng Qingshan arrived at the largest forest park in Yi'an District, "Nanshan Park."

"Although Yangzhou City is located in a low-altitude region, there are still some mountains, even if they aren't very large."

Looking at Nanshan, which had a main peak under one thousand meters but stretched for dozens of kilometers, Teng Qingshan nodded with satisfaction.

In both his past life and this one, he had always loved the mountains.

However, the Nanshan before him was much smaller than Dayan Mountain, but it was sufficient for his current restorative training.

From the memories of his original body, Teng Qingshan knew that this world also possessed Internal Martial Arts, Ancient Yoga, Muay Thai, and other such styles.

There were no shortage of people in this world who enjoyed practicing martial arts.

Various boxing gyms, martial arts halls, and Taekwondo studios were countless.

It was just that for the vast majority of people, practicing martial arts was merely a hobby—done to strengthen the body or visited after work to stay in shape. Those who truly immersed themselves in it, loving the martial way with their whole heart, were ultimately only a minority.

After all, no matter how high one's martial arts skills were, one still feared a kitchen knife.

Within seven paces, a gun was fast; beyond seven paces, a gun was both accurate and fast.

Many so-called martial arts masters who had practiced for a lifetime were often knocked down by a few punches from someone who had only practiced Sanda for a few years.

This had led to fewer and fewer people practicing traditional martial arts, while fast-tracked styles like Sanda and Taekwondo became increasingly popular.

"How could true Internal Martial Arts be mere flowery, embroidered legs..."

Walking through the sparsely populated park, Teng Qingshan sorted through the state of martial arts in this world as remembered by his original body.

Of course.

In today's age of developed internet.

Those active so-called "masters" were actually more like internet celebrities.

True masters had neither the time nor the energy to package and market themselves online.

"From now on, let me restore the glory of the Xingyi Sect."

Teng Qingshan walked toward the depths of Nanshan Forest Park, simultaneously forming the idea of spreading Xingyi Fist in this world.

In his previous life, on the Nine Provinces Continent, Xingyi Fist had been the most prosperous martial art under the promotion of Teng Qingshan.

Although Teng Qingshan's primary goal in this life was to become a Supreme Powerhouse as quickly as possible and master the great power of "resurrection from the dead."

It would still be good to carry forward and popularize Xingyi Fist while in pursuit of strength.

Having stepped into the realm of a Supreme Powerhouse with Xingyi Fist as his foundation, Teng Qingshan was ultimately unwilling to see Xingyi Fist decline.

He walked for over half an hour until there was absolutely no one else around, at which point Teng Qingshan stopped at a pavilion on the mountainside.

The trees here were dense, and the path was covered in weeds, clearly indicating that few people ever came this way.

It was perfect for the restorative training Teng Qingshan needed right now.

After simply clearing out a flat patch of ground, Teng Qingshan began to regulate his breathing.

He then began to practice the Three Body Posture.

"Hiss!"

With his left foot like an iron plow tilling the earth, Teng Qingshan slid out a step, his right foot and right fist bursting forth almost simultaneously.

The Xingyi Three Body Posture was the simplest, yet also the most profound.

The Three Body Posture was the origin of Xingyi; from the lowest Apprentice to the highest Internal Martial Arts Grandmaster, everyone had to practice it constantly.

And now, every punch and kick of Teng Qingshan had already surpassed the Conception of a Grandmaster.

It faintly stirred the surrounding Heaven and Earth.

After all, he was a Supreme Powerhouse in his past life capable of Shattering the Void; although his martial arts realm above the Void Realm was currently suppressed, he was still incomparable to an ordinary Internal Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Hundreds of years of foundation allowed Teng Qingshan's research into the Xingyi Three Body Posture to reach an extreme.

An extreme that no one had ever reached before.

As he practiced the Three Body Posture with abandon.

Teng Qingshan also quietly contemplated the differences between this world and the Nine Provinces World.