I picked up skill fragments in the demon world

Listening to Cheng Yu's words, Zhang Chen suddenly felt that her wording was a bit inappropriate. What did she mean by 'stupid donkey' and the like?

It was too unpleasant!

"Although there are three thousand disciples within the Daoist temple, they are nothing more than that." There was a hint of arrogance in Cheng Yu's voice: "My Huangli Temple does not chant scriptures or meditate. We only cultivate martial arts, enshrine the Yellow Court Scripture, and worship the Supreme True God."

Listening to Cheng Yu's words, Zhang Chen knew the important part was coming, and he pricked up his ears to listen particularly carefully.

Then he heard Cheng Yu say: "The so-called martial arts is nothing more than tempering the muscles and bones and applying strength. However, the Yellow Court Scripture involves the nurturing of essence, qi, and spirit, and there must be no slackness. In the future, the sitting stance and embracing the elixir will require comprehension of the Yellow Court Scripture."

Zhang Chen listened attentively, and Cheng Yu was very satisfied to see this, explaining unhurriedly: "All martial arts under heaven have five realms: Ming, An, Hua, Dan, and Shen. The so-called Ming Jin is the integration of the power of the whole body into one, utilizing the power of the whole body, integrating it into one rope, and a casual punch can explode the power of the whole body. It focuses on the integration of power."

"An ordinary person has two hundred catties of strength but can only exert fifty catties. This realm integrates the power of the whole body to exert all its power." Cheng Yu said here, with a trace of solemnity in her voice: "Ordinary disciples, if they practice hard for ten years, may have hope of integrating the power of the whole body and completing the training of Ming Jin."

Zhang Chen seemed to be lost in thought. What Cheng Yu said was somewhat similar to what he knew in his previous life, but it also seemed not quite the same.

Cheng Yu continued: "As for An Jin, it is better to say it is soft strength. After training, one can hit a cow across the air, hitting the internal organs through the body, causing the five internal organs to be torn apart, while the body is not damaged at all. A martial artist who has cultivated An Jin can be called a master, no longer afraid of horizontal hard qigong. If an ordinary person is hit by a punch in this realm, they will surely die."

"As for Hua Jin, it is the transformation of rigidity and softness, operating freely, with softness in rigidity and rigidity in softness. A punch can be both rigid and soft, making it unstoppable. The most important thing in this realm is to be able to dissolve the soft strength of others." Cheng Yu said here, glanced around the room, and shouted at the door: "Bring a few eggs."

Before long, a servant brought more than a dozen eggs, placed them in the room, and turned to leave.

Cheng Yu took an egg and directly demonstrated to Zhang Chen: "I don't need to talk about Ming Jin. I will demonstrate An Jin for you."

Then he saw Cheng Yu take out a cup, filled it with water, and then lightly patted the cup with a palm. He saw a ripple in the water in the cup, and the egg in the cup actually shattered out of thin air, with egg white and yolk flowing out, while the cup was not damaged at all.

Zhang Chen's pupils shrank when he saw this, his eyes filled with shock. Can a person achieve this level through practicing the strength of their body?

Cheng Yu smiled triumphantly, picked up the cup and drank the egg soup, then poured out the eggshell: "Boy, did you see that? Soft strength specializes in hitting the internal organs. Even those aliens who claim to be gods will die once they are hit by a punch, even if they have more ability, they can't use it."

"Don't look at my body being smaller than yours, but if I can crush an egg, I can crush your five internal organs." Cheng Yu's eyes were full of pride.

Zhang Chen's eyes were bright:

"An Jin is like this, but I don't know how magical Hua Jin, Dan Jin, and seeing the gods should be."

"Practicing Ming Jin can make you a general charging into battle at the foot of the mountain, with a hundred catties of strength in every move, invincible and unstoppable. Practicing An Jin is even more powerful. You can make a name for yourself in the Jianghu, or be a bodyguard for a duke, or dominate one side of the Jianghu. As for practicing Hua Jin, under the combination of rigidity and softness, not only can you cleanse your marrow and transform your body, but also stimulate the potential of the human body and increase your strength. As for practicing Dan Jin, it is even more powerful. It is said that people with Dan Jin are complete all over, developing the human body to the limit, and even a strand of hair can kill people. As for seeing the gods, I have only heard of this realm, but I have never heard of any elders or predecessors in the Jianghu who can set foot in this realm." Cheng Yu said here, looking at Zhang Chen with her big black and white eyes, and raised her head proudly:

"Boy, do you know how powerful your senior sister is now?"

"Junior brother admires you. Please teach me carefully in the future, senior sister." Zhang Chen quickly complimented.

To be honest, he is now curious about martial arts, especially the mastery of this kind of strength. Even if a Yang God real person is hit by a punch, I am afraid they will be severely injured, right?

Of course, the premise is that you can hit the opponent's body.

"Follow your senior sister, and I will guarantee that you will become a master who can suppress one side." Cheng Yu patted Zhang Chen on the shoulder, her words full of boasting.

Zhang Chen looked at Cheng Yu's fair and tender little hand patting his shoulder, and felt inexplicably stressed, fearing that her fair and tender little palm would crush him.

"It's a pity that it is said that if martial arts can break through to see the gods and step into the legendary realm, it is expected to be comparable to aliens, but I have never heard of anyone who can break through the realm of seeing the gods. This realm should be broken." Cheng Yu suddenly became depressed when she said this: "Perhaps seeing the gods is just a realm fabricated by martial arts seniors in legends, and no one will ever be able to reach it."

Zhang Chen's heart moved when he heard this. Isn't the so-called seeing the gods the realm before leaving the body?

Zhang Chen looked at Cheng Yu with his eyes, thinking to himself: "Sure enough, after those old guys dug out the mysterious inheritance decades ago, they all hid in the mountains to practice secretly, either damaging their souls and driving themselves crazy, or they were like Elder Wu, quietly lurking, and would never be exposed to the public's view."

Thinking about it, this world is suppressed by gods, who would run out and swagger around?

"The inheritance of martial arts has come to an end, and the path of martial arts for our generation is broken." Cheng Yu's small face was full of worry.

She is talented and has already cultivated Hua Jin. The next step is to embrace the elixir, and then explore the realm of seeing the gods left by the predecessors, but no matter how outstanding she is, the times limit her vision, and she cannot see the path to the future.

"Boy, as long as you study hard with me and get my guidance, I, your senior sister, guarantee that you will integrate the power of your whole body into one in five years, and cultivate An Jin into a master who can dominate the Jianghu in ten years." Cheng Yu patted Zhang Chen on the shoulder, her eyes full of pride.

"Ten years? It actually takes so long?" Zhang Chen was a little dissatisfied. He felt that ten years was too long, enough for him to take a step further on the path of the gods.

“Ten years of subtle force is too long? Have you seen those fools in the Taoist temple? Many people have practiced for thirty or forty years, and they have only integrated the power of one or two arms.” Cheng Yu's smiling face immediately collapsed upon hearing Zhang Chen's complaint. She sternly reprimanded, “Boy, don't be too eager for quick success. Martial arts depend on spiritual induction. Whether it's integrating the strength of the whole body or developing the soft force of hitting an ox across a mountain, it all depends on a subtle feeling. If the feeling is right, you might comprehend it overnight and master it directly.”

Zhang Chen pondered upon hearing this. The 'feeling' that Cheng Yu mentioned is actually the skill of exerting force, or it can be understood as the strengthening of one's perception of the physical body after the soul becomes stronger, thereby enhancing control.

In the process of practicing martial arts for many years, the body's Qi and blood will subtly nourish the soul. All training is actually to strengthen and nourish the soul, and then prepare for the final realm of 'Seeing the Divine'. If the soul becomes strong, then exerting force skills or other training will just come naturally.

Seeing the Divine is the ultimate goal of martial arts!

At this moment, Zhang Chen had a commanding view. Standing from the perspective of a god, and using the Blood Control Technique he had mastered to look back at martial arts, he actually had his own insights.

Seeing Zhang Chen standing there blankly, Cheng Yu thought he felt the training time was too long, so she said unhappily, “Of course, if you think practicing martial arts takes too much time, you can also try cultivating immortality. Cultivating immortality takes less time and is more effective! Within a year, you can have the ability to summon wind and rain and control thunder. Wouldn't it be wonderful to move mountains and seas and pluck stars from the sky?”

Zhang Chen was shocked upon hearing Cheng Yu's words, and his mind buzzed like thunder. His eyes were filled with disbelief: What did he hear? Cultivating immortality?

What a distant term!

Seeing Zhang Chen's expression, Cheng Yu thought he was tempted, and said unhappily, “You actually believe it! Cultivating immortality is just a story in books. I haven't heard of anyone successfully cultivating immortality.”

“Where did Senior Sister hear the word 'cultivating immortality'?” Zhang Chen tentatively asked.

Hearing Zhang Chen's words, Cheng Yu rolled her eyes: “The Yellow Court Scripture in our Taoist temple is a method for cultivating immortality. You can just go and read it. This thing is a mainland product, and there are many printed copies down the mountain.”

As she spoke, Cheng Yu seemed to remember something. She looked at the corner of the table, squatted down, lifted the corner of the table, took out a wrinkled book from under the corner of the table, and threw it to Zhang Chen: “This Yellow Court Scripture is one copy per person in our Taoist temple. If you want to cultivate immortality, then take it and recite it.”

Zhang Chen hurriedly caught the Yellow Court Scripture upon hearing this, holding it in his hands like a treasure. When he opened it, he found that the book was full of ghost-like symbols, and he didn't recognize a single word.

“Pfft ~” Seeing that Zhang Chen actually opened the book, Cheng Yu immediately said unhappily: “I said, are you stupid?”

“Huh?” Zhang Chen looked at Cheng Yu blankly upon hearing this.

Cheng Yu looked around, then leaned forward and reprimanded Zhang Chen unhappily: “This so-called Yellow Court Scripture is just a scripture randomly compiled by the Yellow Sky Sect to deceive ordinary people and swindle incense money. This scripture was fabricated by the Yellow Sky Sect, do you really believe it? Are you out of your mind? The so-called immortals are just magicians who have deified those extraordinary people in order to coax the people.”

Zhang Chen was stunned upon hearing this, and his eyes stared blankly at Cheng Yu, revealing a hint of astonishment.

At this time, Zhang Chen woke up from the temptation of cultivating immortality, and after careful consideration, he also noticed some flaws. First of all, if there really was cultivating immortality in this world, why would those Yang God True Men still cultivate? They would just go and cultivate immortality. Moreover, with the Yang God True Men's means of changing the world, even if there really were immortals in this world, they would probably be nothing more than that, right?

Even if there really are immortals in this world, can immortals withstand the Yang God True Men? Can they withstand the True Dragon?

He felt it was unlikely!

The aura of destruction when the Yang God True Men took action before was really too shocking.

Of course, what puzzled him the most was that the appearance of the word 'immortal' was already a very shocking thing in itself.

“Could the so-called immortals be describing the Yang God True Men? Describing beings who have stepped into the realm of the mysterious?” Zhang Chen revealed a hint of contemplation.

“What are you thinking about?” Xiao Douding kicked Zhang Chen's leg.

Zhang Chen looked at Xiao Douding. This guy was so familiar, it was quite interesting: “I'm thinking that I'm so hungry, I want to eat.”

He was indeed very hungry, after all, he hadn't eaten enough under the offering table just now.

Xiao Douding touched his stomach upon hearing this, revealing a hint of helplessness in his eyes: “Then we can only wait. Our Taoist temple will only serve food in an hour.”

“I will now teach you the 'True Dragon Grand Stance'. This is the foundation of martial arts practice in our Yellow Dawn Temple, and it is the beginning of everything. However, depending on each person's talent, the effect of practicing the True Dragon Grand Stance is also different. I will first teach you the first three stances. These first three stances are to integrate the muscles of both hands. After you have memorized them proficiently, I will teach you the subsequent cultivation methods.” Cheng Yu touched her stomach and said to Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen was surprised upon hearing Xiao Douding's words, and he was a little puzzled. Logically speaking, shouldn't martial arts inheritance be kept secret and not passed on to outsiders, and passed on to males but not females? Why was he being taught so easily?

“You are a disciple accepted by the master, so of course you are qualified to be taught real skills.” Cheng Yu seemed to have noticed the doubts in Zhang Chen's heart and explained.

Seeming to feel that her explanation was not thorough enough, she added: “Originally, this kind of martial arts technique is the core foundation, and it needs to be strictly examined and undergo many hardships before one is qualified to be taught even a single move or half a stance. Only by making great contributions can one hope to learn more profound things. However, since sixty years ago, the Yellow Sky Sect suddenly ordered that the sect's techniques should no longer be kept as secret as before. As long as one joins the lineage of the Yellow Sky Sect's direct elders, they can freely pass down real skills.”

“It's really strange. I don't know why the sect suddenly opened such a convenient door, as if our martial arts skills are no longer valued.” Cheng Yu was a little puzzled.

“I think that the reason for this is that the sect no longer values this technique is that they must have found a better technique to replace it. So this technique is no longer important, so it is better to use it to win over the sect's disciples and then use it to win people's hearts.” Speaking of this, Zhang Chen suddenly paused. He thought of Elder Wu of the Yellow Sky Sect, this guy's incense was lingering in the underground cave…

Zhang Chen's heart suddenly moved. He felt that he seemed to have found the truth. If the Yellow Sky Sect discovered the use of the power of incense and used the power of incense to step into the extraordinary, then the mortal martial arts skills were indeed no longer important.

“Moreover… the relationship between Elder Wu and Xie Xuan is not right. Their Yang Gods are not the same.” Zhang Chen carefully recalled at this time, and finally noticed something was wrong.

Is Elder Wu's Yang God really a Yang God?

He thought about it carefully at this time, and felt that Elder Wu's Yang God was not a Yang God! That was clearly a mass of incense power wrapped around the soul.