His Might Like an Umbrella

It has been two and a half days since it snowed.

According to the weather forecast, the next few days will also be sunny.

The ice and snow on the small river near the martial arts school were the first to thaw. Many holes of varying sizes appeared on the ice surface, and the remaining ice layer was very thin, allowing you to see the clear water underneath.

Chu Tianshu was talking to his second grandfather in the laboratory corridor.

If a large pharmacy is to be located in the future, it definitely won't be in Macau; it will have to be near its hometown.

Besides Yin Fengxin, we still need to recruit more people.

This matter has not yet been officially put on the agenda, but we can let Second Grandfather inquire and make preparations locally first.

After hanging up the phone, Chu Tianshu turned and walked into the classroom in the laboratory building.

The classroom contained only Qi Lianyong, Yuan Zhonglü, and a few graduates from the martial arts school who had not yet officially reported to their workplaces.

But the focus in the classroom wasn't these people, but the Bai Mei cat.

The cat has shaved fur on some parts of its four paws, exposing the skin.

Once he transforms into human form, those parts look exactly like his wrists and ankles.

Bai Mei was sitting on a small chair, next to a set of old electrical training equipment.

The girl with short hair helped by attaching the round piece at the end of the wire to the shaved area.

"Teacher Xiaobai, do you really want to practice like this?"

The short-haired girl muttered, "Putting these electric discs on a cat feels so weird, like they're preparing to abuse it."

The Bai Mei cat wagged its tail behind it, looking expectant.

Yuan Zhonglü, with a bandage wrapped around his forehead, chuckled and said, "Don't underestimate Teacher Xiaobai."

"That night, Teacher Xiaobai and I worked together. There were several Evil Spirit, but Teacher Xiaobai was the first to find their location."

Cats are naturally more sensitive to Evil Spirit spirits and yin energy.

Bai Mei Cat, being exceptionally intelligent and skilled in martial arts, was like a tiger descending from the mountain that night, launching attacks in all directions.

In several places, residents saw cracks in their home windows, strange handprints, and heard soft wailing.

A cat that could box leaped over and chased away the strange noise.

Lately, the enthusiasm for the Golden Saber Martial Arts School in Guangling has reached unprecedented heights. Many people often gather outside the school to inquire about news and have also learned about the anecdotes of the Bai Mei cat as a teacher.

Some people, figuring it was difficult to get through to the faculty and staff, actually bought cat food and grilled fish, gathered outside the school, and prepared to bribe this magical cat.

"Let's start in first gear, and I'll show you the ropes."

Chu Tianshu stretched out his finger and pressed it against Bai Mei's chest, then suddenly said, "By the way, you're becoming more and more like a human. You should wear some clothes from now on."

Yuan Zhonglü said, "The principal made clothes for him before, but he didn't like wearing them. Maybe it's because the cat fur is thick and it would be too hot to wear?"

"With a little more practice, he'll be immune to both heat and cold. We can make him some simple vests so he can move around comfortably in both positions."

Chu Tianshu exerted a slight force with his fingertips, and the device was switched to the lowest setting.

His Bai Mei eyebrows immediately stood up fluffy and upright.

As Chu Tianshu exerted his strength, the long hairs swayed like waves, creating a rather comical sight.

Bai Mei tilted his head slightly, letting out a low, long "oh--" sound from his throat.

Hey! Am I giving you a massage?

Chu Tianshu stopped, pointed at the kitten's nose, and said, "You do it yourself, and be serious."

"I'm leaving in a few days. If you can't get used to the feeling of using electricity to practice your strength in the next few days, then you'll have to go back to how things were before."

"I felt myself getting very old, increasingly weak, walking unsteadily, pitifully. When I went to the river to catch small fish, I just fell right into the water..."

Bai Mei trembled slightly, his mouth tightly shut, revealing a resolute expression.

Strive, work hard!

Upon seeing this, Qi Lianyong burst into laughter.

Chu Tianshu turned his head to look.

Qi Lianyong quickly replied, "I have been practicing diligently, but I need to balance work and rest; I can't just push myself too hard."

Chu Tianshu was taken aback. "Master Qi, I didn't mean to supervise your practice."

You're the master, after all.

The people around him then wore expressions that suggested they were about to laugh.

Qi Lianyong coughed twice, wondering why he had blurted out such a thing.

I meant to say...

Chu Tianshu chuckled, "Master Qi, you're quite skilled in the art of stretching and contracting muscles and bones. You can watch Bai Mei practice more often in the future."

"Based on my current assessment, he's using Bone-Shrinking Art to maintain a human form for more effective training. However, once he becomes stronger, there might be a phase where he'll need to revert to his cat form to continue training."

"Could you take a look and see when he reaches that stage? If he doesn't realize it himself, you can remind him."

Qi Lianyong immediately replied, "Don't worry, I've got it covered."

Chu Tianshu observed Bai Mei for a while longer, nodded slightly, and turned to leave.

Instead of crossing the small bridge back to the principal's quiet room, he went to the large playground.

Recently, he has been studying the various physical functions of the Martial Stove God, and it is inevitable that he will exert his strength.

But once he reaches this level, when he vigorously circulates his qi and blood, he will exude a strong pressure.

It caused unbearable panic and depression among the people, livestock, and insects in the vicinity.

This is different from the effect of simple Mind Power magic. Mind Power magic is countered by yang energy. If you want to interfere with so many people at once, you have to bear the burden and backlash.

Chu Tianshu's imposing aura seemed like a natural, inherent power.

He himself did not feel much additional strain.

Even if a group of experts were to withstand his oppressive aura, he wouldn't feel any disruption to his magic and could continue fighting as usual.

No wonder, in the ancient world of the Republic of China, this level of skill was known as "martial arts can create gods".

On ancient battlefields, those who had reached this level of skill could cause chaos and disarray within a radius of dozens of meters as soon as they charged into battle, leaving everyone dizzy, weak, and unable to control themselves.

Once this person has charged across the entire battlefield, it will be a devastating blow to the enemy's morale.

If this man had a group of elite soldiers under his command, they could have charged in before the enemy could recover and he had already gone far away.

That would guarantee victory in every battle.

Chu Tianshu was practicing her martial arts in the quiet room, which affected the injured people in the nearby buildings.

Coming here to the main playground will have a much smaller impact.

Standing on the sandpit, where he had melted away large patches of snow over the past few days, revealing its true form.

Chu Tianshu stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, raised his hands slightly and pressed them down gently, then slowly closed his eyes.

The deep, resonant sound of drums echoed slowly within him.

What was once a uniform feeling of "heat" in all parts of his body now seems to have acquired various distinctions in his perception, such as sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, old, tender, crisp, and chewy.

He harmonized these physical sensations, adding a touch of maturity to the acidic and the fragile to the brittle.

Humans can experience a hundred flavors from food, but in self-cultivation, one should strive for a state of tastelessness.

The Martial Stove God, with his skillful cooking, could make even the most bland dishes incredibly satisfying.

The Vajra Samadhi allows all impurities to settle and dissipate.

The tasteless blood and qi gradually rise to the brain.

The subtle sensations in the brain, all in this harmonious and brewing process, become strong, lingering, stable, and comfortable.

The pressure also unfolds here.

As everyone knows these past few days, it's not easy to get close to Chu Tianshu when he's practicing his martial arts.

But some people deliberately choose this time to approach.

Uncle Nan and several other wounded, along with a group of martial arts school students, rushed over at this moment.

They had an unspoken understanding; they didn't speak, but simply took steps. When their legs became too weak, they stopped, barely controlling their breathing as they continued to box.

He can usually execute a punch in ten seconds, a powerful and dynamic style.

Here, after only a few punches, I couldn't help but lose my form and had to start all over again.

Feng Jianhua also arrived at the playground and watched this scene.

No matter how many times he experienced it, this kind of oppressive aura still amazed him.

Chu Tianshu's imposing aura is actually quite similar to that of a martial artist.

A martial artist's aura doesn't require much self-inflicted damage.

Even when Hai Donglai seriously injured, he could still unleash a killing aura as powerful as when he was at his peak.

It's more like the pressure created by a combination of life experiences, environmental dynamics, and subtle omens.

However, precisely because it is only a catalyst, while its energy consumption is low, its momentum can easily dissipate due to external changes.

Unless one is in a special feng shui situation, or makes minor adjustments and repeatedly raises the energy level, it cannot be maintained for a longer period of time.

However, if faced with a strong enemy, it is easy for the opponent's momentum to get mixed in, making it chaotic and unable to target too many people.

For all martial artists, the forces of friend and foe are like water mist; when they meet and touch, they naturally dissolve into each other.

Chu Tianshu's imposing aura was like a large umbrella, a magnificent canopy.

Once it's erected, the canopy's shadow will naturally cover this area.

Even if the mere rising mist makes one more conspicuous, it cannot pollute this magnificent canopy.

This is a qualitative difference.

Chu Tianshu stood there seemingly oblivious to the passage of time, but in reality, he was extremely focused on himself and didn't care about the time passing.

By dusk, those boxing around him had long since given up, and even after two shifts, they were all exhausted and went back to rest.

Chu Tianshu slowly opened his eyes, golden sunlight reflecting off his eyelashes and gradually rising out of his field of vision.

Aside from the sunset, a variety of other sights came into view.

Hearing footsteps approaching behind him, he suddenly felt playful and took two steps forward.

With one step, the ground shook like a drum, and water droplets shot into the air.

With a swift movement, he reached out and covered all the dew.

Chu Tianshu turned around, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and between his palms was a ball of water the size of a fist.

Feng Jianhua stopped ten meters away and looked over with a smile.

He didn't know if Chu Tianshu had been practicing internal energy these past few days, but he could tell that this move didn't use internal force.

Being able to gather the water in one's hands into a ball using sheer strength is already quite remarkable.

Is it possible to launch this water balloon more than ten meters away?

Chu Tianshu's eyes lit up, but he didn't try to shorten the distance; in fact, he even slowly moved his left hand away.

With just a slight, afterimage-like sway of his right hand, the crystal-clear water ball was held in his palm, neither scattering nor falling.

Chu Tianshu flicked his hand, and the water sphere shot through the air.

Feng Jianhua looked surprised and raised his hand to block.

Snap!

The water sphere was on the verge of collapse, but the moment his palm touched it, it shattered into a puddle of water that splashed in all directions.

Although the water balloon had lost much of its momentum, it still flew more than ten meters.

Chu Tianshu was satisfied and breathed out slowly. He had already fully and meticulously sensed all the bodily functions that Martial Stove God could perceive.

"Even if I use internal force to strike someone, the effect will be reduced by nearly half if the palm strike travels more than ten meters away. The farther it travels, the faster it dissipates."

Feng Jianhua said, "You used your physical strength to control a water ball, and it actually flew over ten meters before dissipating?"

yes.

Now I can start practicing my internal energy cultivation.

Chu Tianshu thought this to himself, but said aloud, "These past few days, I've been pondering the Yellow Sprout True Qi, and using the descriptions of internal cultivation techniques to verify the strengths and weaknesses of the physical body. I have quite a few ideas."

"The key is that the issue of the incomplete Heaven-Hating Art sparked some inspiration."

He chatted with Feng Jianhua under the setting sun.

Feng Jianhua had initially intended to answer his questions, but the more he listened, the more his brows furrowed.

After hesitating several times, the old principal's expression changed from doubt to astonishment and contemplation.

"That works too..."

Feng Jianhua fell into deep thought, unconsciously muttering the incantation to himself. It wasn't until much later that he came to his senses, his face filled with realization.

"If we start from this direction and refine it, it seems quite feasible."

The old man stared blankly at Chu Tianshu, then suddenly said, "My benefactor."

Chu Tianshu quickly said, "That doesn't warrant calling me that."

"Ha ha!"

Feng Jianhua burst into laughter, "Whether you allow it or not, this benefactor doesn't need to be called that by some guy who's obsessed with magic all day long."

"Hahaha!"

Under the setting sun, the old man laughed heartily, washing away the gloom and desolation.

(End of this chapter)