Becoming a Grandmaster

Step Forward Seven Stars, Step Back Ride the Tiger, Double White Lotuses Blast the Head, Vajra Pounds the Awl...

A full set of Tai Chi Fist flowed as smoothly as drifting clouds and running water. Yi Feng flicked his gray robe and stood still, drawing his stance to a close.

"Mm!"

"Flowing clouds and running water, magnificent!"

Thinking back on that set of Tai Chi Fist, Yi Feng praised himself with leisurely satisfaction. With his current comprehension and understanding of boxing, if this were modern times, he would have been a bona fide Grandmaster.

But now...

It was utterly useless.

Yi Feng shook his head helplessly, dusted himself off, picked up a ceramic kettle, and lay down in his recliner.

He had been transported to this world for twenty years. It was vastly different from his previous life. This was a cultivation world where the strong reigned supreme. The strong could wipe out cities with a wave of their hands, move mountains and overturn seas, and pluck stars barehanded without it being anything remarkable.

Yi Feng, who had drifted through life running a fried chicken shop in his previous life, had been brimming with ambition when he first arrived. He had dreamed of making something great of himself, then finding several female cultivators even prettier than celebrities to cultivate with. What a blissful life that would have been.

But what he had never expected was that his meridians were naturally blocked. He simply was not cut out for cultivation.

"Ding—Boxing has reached perfection and attained the realm of On Par with Gods."

Hearing the system's voice, Yi Feng felt no ripple in his heart. If anything, he felt like cursing his mother...

Host: Yi Feng.

Age: 20.

Cultivation: Mortal.

Achievements: "Boxing (On Par with Gods)."

"Sword techniques (On Par with Gods)."

"Staff techniques (On Par with Gods)."

"Saber and sword techniques (On Par with Gods)."

"Palm techniques (On Par with Gods)."

"Blacksmithing (On Par with Gods)."

"Painting books (On Par with Gods)."

"Healing injuries (On Par with Gods)."

...

That was right. After being transported here, Yi Feng had also been uniquely blessed with his own Golden Finger.

Yet this Golden Finger had not given him anything related to cultivation. It had merely gifted him a Martial Arts Hall, while everything else it enhanced was also related to that hall.

Through his efforts over the years and the system's help, he had trained all these skills to the highest realm, On Par with Gods.

Being On Par with Gods might have made him a famous figure in his previous life, someone who could go on television and livestream.

But what use was that here?

Forget experts—even if a low-level martial artist threw a single punch at him, he probably would not be able to take it...

He had struggled, complained, and cursed, but after so many years, Yi Feng had let it go. If he could not cultivate, then so be it. He could guard his own tiny patch of land and be a salted fish... ahem, a Grandmaster. That did not seem too bad either.

After all, he had considered that if he truly began cultivating, there was no telling whether he could endure it. He might have to enter secret realms or take part in sect competitions, and one careless slip could cost him his life.

Looking at the sunlight outside the window, Yi Feng got up, stretched lazily, and opened the shop doors.

Then he brought out a large stack of Martial Arts Books containing the martial arts moves he had drawn and displayed them outside.

This was actually his greatest source of income. Very few people truly came to him to learn martial arts. Although those mortals could not cultivate because of their talent, they had still absorbed some spiritual energy over time and might even have been stronger than him.

Thus, selling these "martial arts manuals" was the only way he could scrape together a living.

Business was neither good nor bad, but it was passable.

Of course, most buyers purchased them as illustrated storybooks for children.

"Recently, there have been quite a few cultivators around!" Yi Feng remarked as he watched streaks of light flash across the sky.

He could not cultivate, but cultivators were not far from him. Not far from Pingjiang City stood two major sects, and many disciples came into the city to buy daily necessities.

"I heard that the two ancestors of Azure Heaven Sect and Black Tortoise Sect have made a Life and Death Wager. Their battle will be three days from now, so countless Southern Sand cultivators have come to watch," said a neighboring stallholder who knew Yi Feng.

"Oh."

Yi Feng nodded and paid no further attention. After all, it had nothing to do with him.

"Eh, Sister, look at these books. They're so strange! I've never seen books like these before."

Just then, two lovely figures, one large and one small, appeared before the shop.

The smaller girl wore her hair in braids. Though she had not fully grown up yet, her features already showed that she would become stunningly beautiful when she matured. Her bright, lively eyes blinked as she curiously looked at the Martial Arts Books on Yi Feng's stall.

The other woman was completely different.

Dressed in white, she gave the impression of a fairy descending to the mortal world. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, yet an icy chill clung to her, cold as frost and seeming to keep others a thousand miles away.

"Cultivators!"

Yi Feng studied the two women and was slightly startled.

Not only were these two girls beautiful, they were actually cultivators. For him, this was an unprecedented first.

The white-robed woman, Luolan Xue, also turned her gaze toward Yi Feng.

He sat there leisurely, his gray robe spotless. A faint smile always rested upon his delicate face, giving him an unworldly, transcendent air.

In short, he was very pleasant to look at.

"What a pity. He's a mortal."

Luolan Xue withdrew her gaze, a trace of disdain appearing on her face. No matter what, a mortal was still only a mortal—nothing more than an ant.

"Sister, I want to buy one, okay?" The little girl, Yin Luoli, did not think so much about it. She blinked at Luolan Xue.

Luolan Xue's delicate brows furrowed slightly.

Her master's duel with the Black Tortoise Sect's ancestor would take place in three days. Outside, people said they were evenly matched, but as the Azure Heaven Sect ancestor's Personal Disciple, she knew that their chance of victory was no more than twenty percent.

Azure Heaven Sect was currently in the midst of fire and water, yet her junior sister still had the leisure for such things. It was hard for her not to feel angry.

"Luoli, we're leaving," Luolan Xue reprimanded.

"Sister, I want it."

Yin Luoli pouted, speaking pitifully.

"Luoli, we have things to do. Don't waste time," Luolan Xue scolded. "Besides, we are cultivators. What is there worth buying among a mortal's things?"

Yi Feng's face darkened.

Those words really did not sound pleasant.

Yin Luoli lowered her head and pursed her lips. Mist already filled her lovely eyes, but she still remained before Yi Feng's stall, unwilling to leave.

Luolan Xue's face was frosty. She truly did not know what to say to Yin Luoli anymore.

With a wave of her hand, a Gold Coin landed in Yi Feng's palm. She picked up the Martial Arts Book and led Yin Luoli away.

"Hey, hey, one Gold Coin isn't enough!" Yi Feng quickly called out as he looked at the coin in his hand.

But all he received was Luolan Xue's icy gaze, making him swallow the rest of his words. He could only find an excuse for himself. "Fine, fine. That little girl is quite adorable, so I'll consider it a gift for her!"

After they had left, Yi Feng finally pointed and gestured fiercely in the direction they had gone.

If I could beat you, I'd beat your ass until it bloomed!

After obtaining the Martial Arts Book, Yin Luoli was immensely happy and threw all other matters to the back of her mind, reading it with relish.

"Wow, Sister, this book is really so good!" Yin Luoli could not help exclaiming.

Luolan Xue ignored her. It was merely a mortal's picture book. What was so interesting about it?

"Sister, Sister, just take one look!" Yin Luoli tugged at Luolan Xue's jade-like hand and pleaded coquettishly. "It really is very good."

Anger appeared on Luolan Xue's face.

Azure Heaven Sect's future was uncertain. How could she possibly be in the mood to look at such things? Just as she turned to reprimand Yin Luoli, she inadvertently caught sight of a pattern in one corner of the Martial Arts Book.

In an instant, her delicate body trembled.

She only felt something terrifying rush straight at her. Her lovely face changed color at once, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.