Fate Made Me Angry

Yang Sheng wandered Goods Street until evening. Besides buying two bottles of Marrow-Cleansing Liquid, he picked up a copy of Basic Fist Technique.

He had learned Basic Fist Technique in high school, but every martial arts manual taught there was a watered-down version.

The copy Yang Sheng bought looked plain, and it had been printed more than thirty years ago.

But when he opened it, the author's name on the title page was Lian Zhantian.

This was a fist technique written by Hua Nation's foremost martial artist.

Yang Sheng had only flipped through a few pages when he felt his cultivation progress improve.

His eyes lit up. He sat on a roadside bench and began reading in earnest.

After carefully reading the first chapter, Yang Sheng felt he had gained a great deal.

The fist techniques he had learned before seemed to have been arranged to make them easier for teachers to teach.

Much of the material had been broken into separate units. Horse stance, for example, had been put into one module, while everything involving leg training had been placed in another chapter.

That made parts of it feel disjointed to learn.

The first chapter of this original Basic Fist Technique instead followed the natural course of a martial artist's training, explaining in sequence every skill a beginner needed to master.

Most importantly, it filled in details Yang Sheng had never seen before.

Things like the right environment and time for training, and even the seasons.

Cultivation was not something to do at every moment. It required harmony between heaven and earth and an understanding of nature's rhythms.

Yang Sheng became so absorbed that he did not notice night had fallen.

"Yang Sheng?"

A clear voice sounded beside his ear.

Yang Sheng looked up and found Tian Tian from