Yellow-Black Fist! Heavenly Comprehension!

After Wang Jian bowed and exited the quiet room, Du Chun led Chen Yan and his mother inside.

This quiet room was much more spacious than Chen Yan had imagined, divided into an outer and an inner chamber.

The outer chamber was furnished like a typical living room, with a soft long sofa and a coffee table with steaming hot tea, creating a soothing atmosphere.

Du Chun gestured for the two to take a seat before turning to walk into the inner chamber.

Before long, he returned holding an instrument with a metallic texture, its surface flickering with faint indicator lights.

"This is our martial arts hall's specialized Blood-Qi Measuring Instrument," Du Chun said while connecting the power supply. "Although it can't compare to the precise, bulky machines used for scientific research at the association's laboratories, it is more than enough to get an accurate estimate."

Chen Yan looked at the instrument, an invisible question mark slowly rising over his little head.

So, his mother had brought him here specifically for this?

He had already achieved [Perfect Foundation Establishment]; the Yin and Yang within his body were intertwined, and his blood-qi and spirit were fused into one, meaning he had officially entered the ranks.

If this news were to spread, it would be enough to shake the entire East Continent!

As his thoughts raced, his [Shadow Concealment] divine ability quietly activated, instantly masking his surging power, pulling it inward and locking it firmly within his body.

I'll just keep it at... 555 points. He set the standard for himself.

After all, he had already measured a shocking 305 points during his hundred-day celebration. While reaching 555 points after only a short time was still too exaggerated for a mere infant...

It was at least within the realm of a "genius" and wouldn't be so earth-shattering as to be inexplicable.

The probe touched his wrist, a faint light flashed, and the numbers on the screen jumped rapidly before finally settling steadily—555.

Du Chun's pupils shrank slightly as he looked at the number, his hand holding the instrument trembling.

He looked up abruptly at his daughter, his face filled with incredulous joy.

Although Du Qionghua had been mentally prepared, seeing the number with her own eyes still made her gasp, and she subconsciously covered her mouth.

The gaze she cast upon her son was filled with pride and a trace of disbelieving daze.

[Luck +2]

Suppressing her turbulent emotions, Du Qionghua squatted down, gently hugged her son, and said softly:

"Little Yan, from now on, Mommy has to leave you with Grandpa."

"If you miss Mommy, just use Grandpa's phone to call me, okay?"

Then, she stood up and carefully instructed her father: "Dad, Little Yan is particularly fond of painting. Please remember to buy him more oil paints and brushes."

"In the future, I will have the Alliance send his share of cultivation resources directly to the martial arts hall. Please remember to check for them; don't let it slip."

After detailing every matter, no matter how small, Du Qionghua finally left, looking back every few steps.

Only the grandfather and grandson remained in the quiet room.

Du Chun set down the instrument and pulled his little grandson into his arms, unable to resist rubbing his chin—covered in newly sprouted, stiff stubble—against Chen Yan's delicate little face, his eyes filled with love and doting for his grandson.

"Your father's skills are those of military slaughter, with strict rules that cannot be passed on to outsiders!"

Du Chun held Chen Yan, his tone becoming more serious. "From now on, Grandpa will lay the best foundation for you. Our Du family's 'Yellow-Black Fist' is no less than any other martial art! How about it?"

Chen Yan looked at the sincere expectation and pride in his grandfather's eyes and nodded heavily.

"Hahaha! Good! My Yan'er is indeed exceptionally intelligent!" Du Chun laughed heartily, his voice echoing through the quiet room.

In high spirits, Du Chun carried Chen Yan downstairs to the training ground in the front hall of the martial arts hall.

There were many students in the hall at the time. For many, this was the first time since joining the hall that they had seen this legendary old master at such close range, and their eyes were filled with undisguised excitement and admiration.

After all, among the young people present, who hadn't broken their heads to join the Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall for the sake of that resounding gold-lettered signboard, "Mountain-Suppressing Yellow"?

The old master lived in seclusion these days, personally teaching only one major class a week.

On ordinary days, without a stroke of luck or extraordinary performance, one could never receive his personal guidance.

Du Chun carefully placed Chen Yan in front of the line of students so he could see clearly.

He himself moved with the grace of a dragon and the stride of a tiger, sinking his waist and dropping his stance, standing firmly in the center of the field.

Without needing to raise his voice, his deep, resonant tone reached everyone's ears precisely:

"The Yellow-Black Fist! Its core lies in channeling the 'Earth Yellow-Black Qi'!"

"Practitioners must keep their feet firmly on the ground year-round, standing atop mountain peaks to perceive and absorb the 'Earth Vein Power', fusing it into their own blood-qi and true energy!"

"Therefore, once this fist is unleashed, it carries a sense of immense, thousand-pound weight, and can generate a powerful counter-shock force. When practiced to a profound level, one can withstand high-tier attacks head-on and reflect a portion of the damage back!"

"Combined with the unique internal mental cultivation method, one can lay down invisible 'Yellow-Black Formation Patterns' on the ground around them, greatly restricting the enemy's movement. It is most suitable for defensive martial artists and is an indispensable, solid bulwark for any team!"

"Precisely because of this, the Yellow-Black Fist places more emphasis on the lower body and is more demanding of stance training than other fist techniques!"

"Today, I will first teach you the foundational root of the Yellow-Black Fist—the 'Earth Stance' among the three stances of Heaven, Earth, and Man!"

Having said that, Du Chun assumed his stance, demonstrating every detail, breathing rhythm, and force-generating method of the "Earth Stance" slowly and clearly, while continuously explaining the key points.

"Combine emptiness and solidity, let movement and stillness be natural, keep your breathing even, find the strength within the stance..."

Chen Yan looked around and saw that all the students were holding their breath, their eyes bright, leaning forward unconsciously for fear of missing a single detail.

Wang Jian was even more so, watching as if intoxicated.

After demonstrating the stance, Du Chun was carried away by the moment; his figure shifted, and he actually performed the entire set of the Mountain-Suppressing Yellow Fist from start to finish!

His fist momentum was as steady as a mountain, yet his footwork moved like a dragon turning beneath the earth. It appeared slow, but in reality, it contained a colossal, surging power. Every punch and every stance carried a suffocating sense of oppression, as if he had become one with the earth itself, immovable and unshakable!

A chorus of irrepressible gasps erupted from the surroundings; the students watched, dazzled and mesmerized, their eyes shining with wonder.

Chen Yan couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The style of this Mountain-Suppressing Yellow Fist was fierce and heavy, leaning toward defense and counterattacks, with a solemn and imposing atmosphere.

It was indeed a perfect match for Wang Jian's "Mystic Rock Bone" constitution.

Just as he was thinking this, a crisp "ding" sounded in his mind.

[Host detected observing high-tier martial arts. Comprehension ability is heaven-defying; successfully mastered new martial skill--Mountain-Suppressing Yellow Fist!]

[Host detected possessing fist skill--Arrow Barrage!]

[The power of fist-based martial skills depends solely on the skill's sequence level!]

"!!!"

Chen Yan's heart shook violently. He had learned it just by looking at it once?

And it even used the sequence level of [Arrow Barrage], which meant... he didn't need to practice it specifically?

He suppressed the surprise in his heart and raised his eyes to look around once more.

He saw the students, dressed in black training uniforms, had already begun to imitate the movements. Although their actions appeared clumsy, every one of them wore an expression of intense focus.

There were even those with innate talent like Wang Jian, who had completely closed their eyes, immersing themselves in the heavy and majestic artistic conception of the Mountain-Suppressing Yellow Fist!

The aura around their bodies had even begun to resonate faintly with the earth beneath their feet.