Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord, Fist Technique Minor Accomplishment

As for the Pig-Slaughtering Blade Technique, raising its proficiency purely through practice was too slow. The most efficient method was still slaughtering pigs.

He would set it aside for now. Once he had entered the threshold of Tiger Roar Force, perhaps he really could consider finding a slaughterhouse and taking up the pig-slaughtering trade.

For the moment, Chen Jing would still focus mainly on the Fierce Tiger Stance and the Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord.

Having sorted out his thoughts, Chen Jing stood up, walked to the center of the Martial Arts Arena, and assumed the posture of the Fierce Tiger Stance.

The rest at noon had allowed him to recover most of his strength. His muscles no longer ached and swelled, and power had once again filled his entire body.

He took a deep breath, and his stance sank.

He began practicing the Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord.

From the Descending Mountain Stance to the Patrolling Mountain Stance, then to the Pounce Stance, Tail Whip Stance, Rock Kick Stance, and Return to Hidden Stance, by the time Chen Jing finished one round, a thin sheen of sweat had already broken out over his body.

Chen Jing looked at the panel again.

Sure enough, just as he had imagined, practicing the Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord had indeed driven the proficiency of the Fierce Tiger Stance up along with it. Each had risen by 1 point.

Chen Jing once again began cultivating without pause.

He trained until dusk, when the setting sun dyed the courtyard walls orange-red. Chen Jing ended his stance and wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve.

He had gained a preliminary grasp of his current cultivation progress.

Every half hour, the proficiency of both the Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord and the Fierce Tiger Stance could rise by 5 points. He had practiced for two hours, until his stamina was exhausted and his boiling qi and blood could no longer be suppressed, only then slowly ending the movement.

In one afternoon, the proficiency of the Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord and the Fierce Tiger Stance had each risen by 20 points.

Chen Jing went to the kitchen again to find some food, wolfed it down to fill his stomach, and returned to the side courtyard. The sky had already turned dark.

Chen Jing lit the oil lamp, swallowed a Blood-Qi Pill, then stood in the Fierce Tiger Stance again, guiding and refining the medicinal power.

After an hour of refinement, when he ended the stance, Chen Jing's clothes were already soaked through with sweat, but his spirits were unexpectedly high.

One Blood-Qi Pill had increased the Fierce Tiger Stance by 500 points.

Riding on that vigor of full spirits, Chen Jing practiced the Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord for another hour, training until his stamina ran dry.

Fierce Tiger Stance (Great Accomplishment:1190/5000)

Mountain Lord's Nine Forms (Entry Level:31/200)

Chen Jing looked at the day's cultivation results on the panel, exhaled a turbid breath in satisfaction, and fell headfirst asleep.

This sleep was extremely deep. He did not even have a single dream.

Before dawn the next day, Chen Jing got out of bed.

He pushed open the window. The morning breeze was slightly cool.

He went into the courtyard and began practicing his fist techniques.

Chen Jing's current Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord still only had the form without the force penetrating through. When he practiced it, there was not much sound, so he was not afraid of disturbing Liang Youheng.

He practiced for about half an hour.

Liang Youheng walked out of his room. Seeing Chen Jing already in the courtyard, he froze for a moment.

"Little Junior Brother, you're up this early again."

Chen Jing ended his stance, wiped the sweat from his face, and grinned.

"I'm used to it."

As usual, Liang Youheng went to draw a bucket of cold water to wash his face. "I heard yesterday that you did extra training all afternoon, then kept the lamp lit until midnight."

"That way of training is way too desperate."

He lifted his face from the cold water and shook the droplets from his hair. "Seeing you like this makes me feel like I should put in more effort too. From now on, I'll practice fist techniques with you in the mornings. Is that all right?"

"Of course it is," Chen Jing said with a smile.

The two went to the kitchen together for breakfast.

After breakfast, Liang Youheng went to the outer courtyard's Martial Arts Arena for morning practice.

Chen Jing, meanwhile, once again came to the inner courtyard's Martial Arts Arena to continue one-on-one guidance. Of course, this was not special treatment given to Chen Jing alone.

Rather, it was the cultivation routine for every inner courtyard disciple. Cheng Lianshan would do his utmost to help them touch the threshold of the Qi and Blood Realm.

Over the course of the morning, Chen Jing was grabbed and shaken by Cheng Lianshan another two or three times, shaken until his whole body felt as if it had fallen apart, and the qi and blood rolling inside him were difficult to suppress.

Yet Chen Jing still failed to grasp the essentials of Tiger Roar Force.

Cheng Lianshan did not lose heart either.

He continued teaching him the Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord step by step.

Today, he broke down every form and explained them one by one, going into even greater detail than yesterday. The force circulation and stance details of every form were all personally demonstrated by him.

He also had Chen Jing place his hands on his waist and hips, shoulders and back, and spine to feel the different techniques and methods of issuing force.

Chen Jing discovered that under Cheng Lianshan's hand-by-hand guidance, the proficiency of the Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord rose especially quickly.

Fifteen points in half an hour—three times as much as practicing alone.

However, the progress of the Fierce Tiger Stance remained unchanged, still five points every half hour.

After a whole morning of bitter training, Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord had risen by 60 points, and Fierce Tiger Stance by 20. In the afternoon, Chen Jing continued his extra training as usual, practicing for another two hours; Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord and Fierce Tiger Stance each rose by 20 points.

That night, after returning to his residence, he took another Blood-Qi Pill.

Fierce Tiger Stance rose by another five hundred points.

Then he practiced fist techniques in the courtyard for another hour.

After a full day like this, Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord's proficiency had increased by 95 points, while Fierce Tiger Stance had increased by 555 points.

Fierce Tiger Stance (Great Accomplishment: 1745/5000)

Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord (Beginner: 126/200)

On the third day, Chen Jing rose early as usual, practiced fist techniques with Liang Youheng, and after breakfast went to the inner courtyard to find Cheng Lianshan.

Chen Jing tested his force, but still failed to grasp the knack.

Cheng Lianshan withdrew his hand, fell silent for a moment, and gave a soft sigh.

He had never been the sort to write disappointment on his face, but a barely perceptible dimness still flashed through his eyes.

Whether one could master Tiger Roar Force was, in itself, a threshold.

Those with talent could seize that flicker of inspiration after two or three force tests. The more times one tested, the more likely it proved that one had no talent.

Cheng Lianshan could not help wondering if perhaps he had judged him wrong.

Chen Jing did not know what Cheng Lianshan was thinking. He wiped the sweat from his face, set out his stance in steady order, and began practicing Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord.

Once, then again.

Cheng Lianshan stood at the edge of the field, watching Chen Jing.

From time to time, he still corrected and guided him.

At least what gratified him was that Chen Jing's focus and diligence were second to none among all the disciples.

As the master of the martial hall, he naturally knew that Chen Jing trained alone every afternoon and evening.

This child seemed to have carved martial practice into his bones.

Chen Jing's clothes were already soaked through with sweat. Every punch carried a faint sound of breaking wind; his force had already been trained all the way to his fists.

The proficiency of Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord rose slowly but firmly.

A morning's cultivation.

Fierce Tiger Stance (Great Accomplishment: 1770/5000)

Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord (Beginner: 191/200)

Chen Jing's heart lifted. Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord was not far from Minor Accomplishment now. After lunch, he rested for a short while, then once again came to the Martial Arts Arena.

He continued practicing the fist technique.

The proficiency of Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord climbed slowly, and finally reached the great threshold of 200 points. In that instant, Chen Jing felt as if fortune had arrived and his spirit had opened.

The force throughout his body trembled and surged, like a river tide joining the sea, subtle down to the finest detail, spreading into his acupoints and the seams of his bones, shaking his marrow and renewing his qi and blood.

That humming tremor linked into one continuous whole, like a low, deep tiger's roar rolling in from the depths of the mountain wilds.

[Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord has attained slight accomplishment!]

[Nine Forms of the Mountain Lord (Minor Accomplishment: 1/1000)]

[Awakened Talent—Mountain Lord!]

[Mountain Lord: You have gained a slight understanding of fist techniques. Your fist momentum is like a fierce tiger, the Mountain Lord; when force circulates, speed increases by 15%, and power increases by 15%.]

Chen Jing clenched a fist, feeling his qi, blood, and strength suddenly surge. He had finally and thoroughly comprehended the technique of Tiger Roar Force.

And he had even triggered a new talent.

The compatibility of the talent [Mountain Lord] was extremely broad; as long as he circulated force, it could be activated.

In other words, from now on, whether he used fists, a saber, or even a spear, he would have to mobilize qi and blood and erupt with force, naturally gaining a dual-attribute bonus.

This was absolutely a terrifying advantage.

However, Chen Jing did not grow proud or complacent. Every step he had taken so far was merely a new starting point for the future.

He continued practicing the fist technique.

Only this time, he could already try to fuse the marrow-shaking force into the transformations of the Nine Forms, advancing toward a complete shedding of mortal bones and rebirth.

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