Qin Fen Learned Tai Chi Just by Watching

The sky was blue and the lake was still, but a storm was raging in the hearts of the elders gathered on its shore. They stared wide-eyed at the young man. Many had met Qin Fen, and many more had heard of him, but only now did they realize how badly they had underestimated him. When this guy got going, he was downright uncanny.

Old Sun had long since stopped treating him like a novice. Anyone who still thought Qin Fen was one was a fool. One look at his form told Old Sun that he had practiced martial arts for years. His movements were honed to perfection. This was a fighter on Old Sun's own level.

What a bizarre fellow. Old Sun was speechless, almost ready to weep. Qin Fen's movements were growing more practiced, but the vitality coursing through him was what really made Old Sun sick. That wasn't something a person could build up in half an hour. Without years of effort, forget about it. So what on earth was going on? It made no sense, and that was what baffled him most.

Little Bean had been romping across the grass. He slowed to watch Qin Fen's performance, then cast a disdainful look at the mere mortals. As if any of you could compare to my master. The Mortal Realm had no spiritual energy, so building strength came down to eating. That was why martial artists generally had such big appetites.

But had they considered what they ate compared to what Qin Fen ate? Their food was garbage. Yes, that was how the top dog among Heavenly Court's strays saw it. He couldn't stomach the sight of the stuff. Organic or not, it was still garbage to Little Bean. He would rather eat peanuts from the Earthly