Cleverly Using a Damaged Manual to Pass On the True Technique

Ning Chuan forcefully suppressed the surging emotions brought by the successful creation of the Spirit Rhino Bull Fist. His consciousness stood atop the cold platform and quickly calmed down.

The technique had been completed, but the key was how to turn it into actual combat strength and safely pass it on to his little sister.

"Station." Ning Chuan gave the order in a deep voice. "Transmit the essential principles of the Spirit Rhino Bull Fist and the breathing method of the Spirit Turtle Breathing Technique into my Spiritual Sea through empowerment. Ensure that I understand everything correctly and can call upon and practice it at any time."

"Command confirmed. Beginning transmission..."

Clear and detailed information slowly flowed into Ning Chuan's mind as the command ended.

It contained not only the movements, exertion techniques, and coordination of blood and qi for the Spirit Rhino Bull Fist, but also the breathing rhythm and internal method of circulating blood and qi for the Spirit Turtle Breathing Technique.

It was as though an invisible grandmaster had branded every detail of the fist technique deep into his soul.

A moment later, the transmission was complete.

With a thought from Ning Chuan, his spiritual body naturally assumed the opening stance of the Spirit Rhino Bull Fist—Bull Gazing at the Moon.

His movements were relaxed, his waist and stance were united, and his breathing was deep and steady. An aura of contained strength, poised yet unleased, arose naturally.

Though it was only a practice session with his spiritual body, the smooth exertion of force and rushing sensation of blood and qi felt incomparably real.

"Perfect!" Ning Chuan withdrew his stance, confidence filling his heart.

This fist technique had already become instinctive to him.

Next came the arrangements in reality.

His little sister, Ning Xiaohe, had taken the Foundation Establishment Pill, and her constitution was improving. This was the best time to lay a solid foundation.

But teaching her such an exquisite fist technique out of nowhere would inevitably arouse suspicion.

He needed a reasonable source.

With a slight thought, Ning Chuan turned his attention to the Bull Strength that Station had repaired and translated.

Though crude, it at least had a traceable origin.

"Station." Ning Chuan had made up his mind. "Use the ordinary materials currently available to imitate the ancient style of this Bull Strength manual and create an old-looking 'secret manual.'"

"Engrave the original, unoptimized Bull Strength fist manual and breathing method inside. Translate the text into Douluo Script, but make it look ancient and somewhat damaged."

He would not teach his sister Bull Strength. The original version was merely a cover.

What Ning Chuan wanted was to use this shell to teach her the true Spirit Rhino Bull Fist.

"Command accepted. Analyzing materials... Simulating production..."

The platform flickered with light. Using those low-grade materials, it quickly produced a thread-bound booklet that looked quite old.

The cover resembled dark yellow beast hide, with slightly worn edges. The words Bull Strength were written on it in archaic script, the ink somewhat mottled.

Inside were rough-feeling pages filled with crude diagrams of human fighting stances and written explanations—the contents of the original version.

As a whole, it looked like a basic fist manual that had been passed down for generations and was on the verge of falling apart.

"Production complete. A trace amount of materials consumed."

"Very good." Ning Chuan satisfiedly put away the "prop."

He exited Station, and his consciousness returned to his body.

Ning Chuan opened his eyes. The sun outside the window had already risen high.

He pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard.

His father, Ning Dazhuang, was still busy in the woodworking shed, where the steady sound of planing wood could be heard.

His mother, Liu Lan, was hanging laundry out to dry.

His little sister, Ning Xiaohe, was squatting beside the chicken coop, curiously watching a hen lay an egg. Her little face was rosy, her eyes bright and lively. Clearly, the Foundation Establishment Pill was still working, leaving her full of energy.

Ning Chuan walked to the open space in the center of the courtyard and loosened up his limbs.

Then he took a deep breath and slowly assumed the opening stance of the Spirit Rhino Bull Fist from his memories.

Ning Chuan did not use Soul Power. Relying purely on his physical strength, he attempted to practice this newly acquired fist technique.

The opening stance, Bull Gazing at the Moon, looked like nothing more than lifting his head and straightening his chest, yet it involved subtle coordination and exertion from the muscles of his waist, back, neck, and legs.

Ning Chuan carefully felt the way force was generated, and his movements gradually changed from stiff to fluid.

Next came Bull Charge, Bull Tail Swing, Bull Stomp... Each move was broad and powerful, yet secretly aligned with the optimal mechanics of the human body. Every bit of strength was used where it mattered, without the slightest waste.

Combined with the deep, prolonged breathing of the Spirit Turtle Breathing Technique, Ning Chuan felt the blood and qi throughout his body gradually grow warm. His muscles swelled slightly, and an unprecedented sense of strength surged through his limbs and bones.

Though it was only a basic fist technique, after being optimized by advanced theory, its training effects far surpassed ordinary running and physical conditioning.

Ning Chuan's practice quickly caught his family's attention.

Liu Lan stopped what she was doing and looked at her son in surprise. "Xiao Chuan, are you... practicing martial arts?"

Ning Dazhuang was also drawn in by the commotion in the courtyard. He poked his head out of the woodworking shed, surprise written across his dark face.

Ning Xiaohe widened her eyes and watched her brother's fierce, wind-whistling movements without blinking. Her little face was full of admiration.

After finishing a round of punches, Ning Chuan withdrew his stance and stood still. A faint sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he felt refreshed all over.

Turning around, he put on an annoyed expression and pulled the newly made Bull Strength from his clothes. He said to his family, "Dad, Mom, Xiao He, I almost forgot. That strange old man yesterday gave me medicine, but he also stuffed this broken book into my hands. He said it was some ancestral fist technique for strengthening the body and told me to practice according to it."

As he spoke, he handed the fist manual to his father, Ning Dazhuang, who had walked over.

Ning Dazhuang accepted the manual. His rough fingers rubbed over the yellowed pages as he looked at the crooked words and blurry diagrams of human figures. His brows furrowed slightly. "This... this book looks pretty old. A fist technique? Is it reliable? Don't ruin your body practicing it."

Liu Lan also came over to look, worried. "That's right, Xiao Chuan. No one is teaching you this fist technique. Can you really just practice it on your own?"

Ning Chuan had already prepared his explanation. Smiling, he said, "Dad, Mom, don't worry. That old man demonstrated a few moves for me back then and roughly explained how to exert force and breathe. I remember it."

"This fist technique is simple. It just loosens the body and strengthens the physique. I think it's better than running around blindly. Besides, after taking that medicine yesterday, I feel much sturdier. Practicing this is just right."

Then he looked at his little sister. "Xiao He, do you want to learn? Big Brother will teach you! If you practice well, you'll have a strong body and won't get sick so easily anymore!"

Ning Xiaohe had already been envious of how impressive her brother looked while practicing. When she heard that it could strengthen her body, she immediately jumped up in excitement. "I want to learn! Big Brother, I want to learn!"

Seeing that their son's words made sense, Liu Lan and Ning Dazhuang remembered the mysterious old man's strange abilities and the pill's effects. Most of their doubts faded.

Especially when they saw how eager their daughter was, they thought of how weak and sickly she had once been. Now that she had finally improved, learning some body-strengthening fist techniques did not seem like a bad thing.

Ning Dazhuang returned the fist manual to Ning Chuan and said in a deep, muffled voice, "Then teach her carefully. Mind your limits, and don't hurt Xiao He."

"Yes! Don't worry, Dad!" Ning Chuan quickly promised.

Liu Lan also reminded him, "Teach her slowly. Don't tire her out."

Thus, a new sight began to appear in the Ning Family's courtyard.

Ning Chuan first practiced several more times himself, thoroughly familiarizing himself with the first few basic stances of the Spirit Rhino Bull Fist.

Afterward, he began teaching his little sister move by move.

Ning Chuan did not directly teach her the optimized full version. Instead, he used the crude movements of Bull Strength as a foundation, then incorporated the optimized force-generation techniques and breathing method. Under the pretense of "tips that the mysterious old man had demonstrated," he gradually corrected his sister's movements.

"Xiao He, when you punch, keep your waist straight, relax your shoulders, and let the force rise from your feet..."

"Breathe slowly and deeply. Follow the movement..."

Ning Chuan taught patiently, and Ning Xiaohe learned earnestly.

The little girl had decent comprehension, and with the Foundation Establishment Pill laying the groundwork and improving her constitution, she learned in a fairly convincing manner.

Though her movements were still immature, each stance and strike already showed faint signs of active blood and qi.

Liu Lan and Ning Dazhuang watched from the side, and satisfaction gradually appeared in their eyes.

Their son seemed to have truly gained something from yesterday's encounter. Not only was his body better, but he had also become much more sensible and knew to take care of his little sister.

Their daughter had also become lively and healthy. That was better than anything else.

As for that tattered fist manual and the elusive old man who appeared and vanished like a divine dragon, as long as they were good for the children, why investigate further?

As the sun set in the west, it cast the shadows of the small courtyard long across the ground.

Ning Chuan and his little sister sparred with simple moves. Their laughter mingled with the sound of fists and feet slicing through the air, adding a different kind of vitality to this ordinary farm courtyard.