The Domination Of Martial Spirit Chapter 5: The New Talent

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Obviously, the Footwork of the Flying Dragon can only be involved partially in the first level while the level-two cultivation should cross his mind. At this moment, Yuan Feng's brain can't work well.

He opens his eyes and then notices that he is standing with the closing-form posture of the Footwork of the Flying Dragon in the first level instead of sitting straightforwardly on the ground. This makes him understand that all that happened before is true. Unconsciously, he has already practiced the first level of the Footwork of the Flying Dragon, to be more exact, a complete one.

He closes his eyes, and all gist owulif movement skills and the trails of conducting cultivation methods keep emerging in his mind. Once Qi is activated, he straightforwardly darts outward and appears in the area two meters away.

"It's too …"

Yuan Feng doesn't know what to say. He has successfully accomplished the first level of the Footwork of the Flying Dragon in a daze. It's no different from dreaming.

"How come? I have only practiced half of the method. How could I have accomplished all the footwork of the first level, and even have caught a glimpse of some images of the second level？It is too strange!"

At this moment, his exhilaration of having successfully practiced the Footwork of the Flying Dragon begins to fade away because he can't make out what has happened for the past few minutes.

"Yes, it must be the sky-swallowing martial spirit!"

He recalls his memory and instantly remembers that he once saw the image of the sky-swallowing martial spirit flash and then the radiant figure appeared in his mind, imparting to him the first level of the Footwork of the Flying Dragon in person. In this case, all these things are brought about by the sky-swallowing martial spirit.

"What a good sky-swallowing martial spirit! He can not only swallow singular energy to strengthen himself but a.s.similate the method fully to practice it, and even automatically fill the deficient martial skills. How fantastic it is!"

Grasping all the details, Yuan Feng feels astonished at the sky-swallowing martial spirit, the singular martial spirit from the former world, which possesses such fantastic power. If this is exposed, many people will definitely be shocked.

"Wow, it is sure to be the abnormal sky-swallowing martial spirit. However, I take a fancy on it. Ha ha ha!"

His astonishment gradually fades, and he can't restrain himself from laughing. Early on, he felt that the effect of the sky-swallowing martial spirit would not be too simple. Now, it seems that his thought is right, while this time the effect displayed by the sky-swallowing martial spirit is totally fantastic and exceeds his expectation.

But, the fact that he is able to enter this world has been a queer matter indeed. It will be no longer surprising that more eccentric things have occurred.

"With the skill of automatically conducting the martial skills and clearly presenting the trail of Qi's circulation, from now on, the cultivation of martial skills will be much easier, won't it?"

He is extremely effusive, and his eyes brighten. He hastens to take out the manuals about Fufeng Swordsmanship and Jingang Fist and sits straightforwardly, beginning to read it. If the sky-swallowing martial spirit is really equipped with the effect to perfectly demonstrate martial skills, the two sets of martial arts can also be displayed. Without any sword in his hands, first of all, he glances through the manual of Jingang Fist. Calming down his mind, he soon walks into the world of Jingang Fist. And he starts to comprehend Jingang Fist re-occurs, and then the sky-swallowing martial spirit occurs again. Then, with the image of the martial spirit crossing his mind, the radiant person who practises martial arts appears in his mind again.

Jingang Fist consists of nine patterns in all. After the radiant person appears in his mind, the nine-pattern Jingang Fist seems to come into life.

Consciously, Yuan Feng starts to run Qi the way the radiant person guides and also begins to practice Jingang Fist together with him.

He has never cultivated martial skills so his movements should have been so awkward. However, the acts of the radiant figure are extremely distinct so that he can totally master the Fist by imitating the movements based on the figure's acts.

"Hoo, hoo!"

In this narrow martial-skill attic, Yuan Feng entirely immerses himself in the cultivation of Jingang Fist. In the beginning, his movements are a little bit clumsy, but gradually his fist becomes more and more flexible, with the diverse changes of movements in martial arts. At the same time, he discovers the evolution of more and more details, and then he can perform them, with the sounds of wind and thunder transmitted from the martial-skill attic and the persistent sounds of explosion.

 "The sixth pattern of Jingang Fist, Shatter Gold and Crack Stone!"

At one moment, Yuan Feng murmurs and then the Qi in his meridians wells up to his fists, and the fist is swiftly pushed out.

"Bang!"

He has no idea about when he approaches the facade of bookshelves. With his fist pushed out, there comes a m.u.f.fled noise. Then his fists have penetrated the bookshelves, making a hole out of the solid padauk-made bookshelves. "Good, Jingang Fist is sure to be powerful. The power of this fist is almost a kilogram!".

Retrieving his fist, he can't yet become composed. Although Jingang fist is a common set of primary-staged martial skills, a warrior only achieving level-three NingYuan Realm can cultivate the first three patterns at most. But he has successfully cultivated the sixth pattern with the help of the radiant figure. The fist of this stage has full power of a kilogram, which is quite uncommon.

The power of martial skills depends on the exertion of the effect of martial skills. Thus, the more perfect the practice of martial skills is, the more powerful strength will be presented. Yuan Feng has conducted the sixth pattern of Jingang Fist and its force is estimated to be much stronger than that of the fifth-pattern performed by those warriors who have only attained level-four or level-five NingYuan Realm. And all of these can be attributed to the power of martial skills.

"It's a pity that my Qi is not sufficient, otherwise the force of this fist should have been much stronger and it's highly likely for me to perform the seventh pattern just one time."

With a light smile, Yuan Feng is quite satisfied with this fist. "Ha, ha, the mastery of martial skills has made a difference. Now, I'm a qualified warrior! The force of my Jingang Fist is not weak."

Both Qi and martial skills are very important. On the condition that with comparatively equal level of Qi, the person who has a better command of martial skills will be equipped with stronger power. Previously, he once heard that the fifth childe Yuan Ke also attained level-three Ning Yuan Realm, but his strength was no more than 150 kilograms, far less than that of his sixth-pattern Jingang Fist which can reach 500 kilograms.

"The footwork and fist positions have already been practiced and the following one is swordsmanship."

The cultivation methods of the Footwork of the Flying Dragon and Jingang Fist have been imprinted into his mind and then he devotes himself to Fufeng Swordsmanship.

Not surprisingly, when he begins to comprehend Fufeng Swordsmanship, the sky-swallowing martial spirit also starts working. Fu Feng Swordsmanship consists of twelve patterns, each of which is cla.s.sified into thirty-six sorts of changes, while all of these can be drummed into his brain as well. As long as with persistent practice, he can indubitably achieve a comparatively higher level. And at this moment, he can ascertain that the sky-swallowing martial spirit is really capable of automatically conducting martial skills, accelerating his grasp of the gist and changes of martial skills.

"Hoo, so incredible, and this time more mysterious and astonishing!"

The three manuals have been stored in his brain and Yuan Feng puts in place all these manuals on the bookshelves. Recollecting a moment, he shakes his head and laughs.

From a level-two warrior equivalent to an ordinary person to a level-three warrior, and now exploring the singular cultivation methods, he seems to have foreseen his brilliant future in near sight.

"Next, I will concentrate fully on attaining the Mirror Realm for the level-three NingYuan Realm is far from enough!"

With his eyes squinting, he starts to contemplate. The level-three NingYuan Realm previously was a high position for him, but now such kind of position for him is not even worth mentioning. From now on, he should set his lofty ambition…

Coming out of the martial-skill attic, Yuan Feng feels the whole world is filled with hope. The acquisition of the talent of swallowing made him rejoice before. Currently, the acquisition of the talent which facilitates the process of grasping martial skills renders him much confidence. With the a.s.sistance of the two sorts of talents, he will surely shake he whole world.

"Energy, energy, what I lack most is energy. This month's supply has been used up, so now it's time to visit my 'Other people's Dad'."

On the way back he is thinking about the finite resources he can rest upon. Although he is not the former Yuan Feng, due to the integration of the two sources of memories the world is not strange to him and these relatives still remain the same.

The master Yuan Qingyun's courtyard is very peaceful. Yuan Qingyun has lived alone there without a servant since Yuan Feng's mother pa.s.sed away. It can be observed that he misses his wife a great deal.

The moment Yuan Feng walks into the courtyard, he catches a view of the towering back of a figure before him. With a height of seven inches or so, in a green shirt, two hands naturally held back, the man faces a Chinese paraso in a daze. Although the figure's back is towering, it adds a little loneliness instead.

"Is this man my dad in this world? He seems to be a sentimental person!"

When walking from outside into the courtyard, Yuan Feng consciously m.u.f.fles his steps. Equipped with the Footwork of the Flying Dragon, he can walk without emitting any sound. He is unwilling to break the tranquility.

"Hey hey, he is laden with care. It appears that abundant secrets have dwelled in his heart!" YuanFeng silently watches him for a moment and he can feel that Yuan Qingyun's mood is quite mixed. It remains unknown whether he is annoyed by the Yuan clan's affair or his future or something else.

"So delighted to visit dad!"

A moment later, Yuan Feng finally speaks out because now he is eager to enhance his strength and has no time to accompany his father who is in a state of absent-mindedness.

"En?"

The abrupt sound from his back makes his body turn sharply towards Yuan Feng. He fails to conceal a glimmer of astonishment across his face.

"XiaoFeng?"

When looking at Yuan Feng who is standing there with a gentle smile, Yuan Qingyun can't refrain from being absent-minded. Though he has stood there for a period of time, he doesn't sense the approaching of someone. He doesn't notice when Yuan Feng has come.

"I've intruded father's rest. Hope that you'll not blame me."

Facing this familiar but slightly strange face, Yuan Feng feels a bit exhilarated. In the former world he was lonely and never had experienced the affection among family members while in this world he has his own father. Detached as this father is always to him and never has rendered him a father's caring, now he definitely has his own relative.

"You've worried a lot. I was thinking about something. So you didn't interrupt me."

Yuan Qingyun's complexion gradually gets eased. Although he doesn't like Yuan Feng very much, he will not totally ignore his own son. As to the fact that he didn't sense Yuan Feng's approach, he attributes this to the focus on his own things, so that he neglected all things behind him. Also, he doesn't think much about that.

"Er? Xiao Feng, has your wound already recovered?"

After coming back to life, Yuan Qingyun spots that the bandage on his arms has disappeared. His whole body seems quite robust and he looks more energetic than when he was wounded.

"Thank you for your great concern, dad. Now, I've recovered with the aid of some Magical Plants." With a smile on his face, he feels a sense of warmth. Anyhow, it's the first time for him to sense this kind of warmth from family members.

"Right. Dad, this time I got hurt, but my Qi does really get enhanced. Thereby I want to seek some Magical Plants of old age to consolidate my basis and cultivate Qi in order to attain the level-three NingYuan Realm. I want to ask you for help, dad."

The prime matter should be placed at the top of the agenda. There are sufficient chances for him to enjoy the family affection. At present, the pivot is to obtain energy.

"What? Your Qi has been elevated? Really?" Sure enough, after hearing Yuan Feng's words, Yuan Qingyun instantly looks very happy. The fact that Yuan Feng's failure to improve his achievement is his central concern. Now, informed of the good news about his son, he gets cheered a lot.

"Here is a ginseng of an old age acquired by me when I travelled during the early years. You take it to strengthen your body. It should be of effect."  With his words barely finished, he pa.s.ses a small box made of jade to Yuan Feng.

"The ginseng of old age?" Yuan Feng rejoices at seeing the small jade-made box, and then hurries to receive it. This substance is of great value. The single one can equal dozens of times of all the Magical Plants he has consumed before. If sold in the market, this substance is definitely an invaluable commodity. But Yuan Qingyun gives him without any hesitation, which can prove his consideration for him. And it can be concluded from this that his father is so cordial to him.

"Thanks, dad. Now I'll return to cultivate, and I will live up to your expectation."

After receiving the ginseng of old age, Yuan Feng bows to Yuan Qingyun and departs in a hurry without any delay. Ginseng of old age is a treasure for him at present. If it is not due to his unwillingness to let others know the secret, he will consume it right now.

What's more, he knows his situation. It is not appropriate if others detect something, and then doubts arise.

"Er, this kid…"

Watching Yuan Feng's running away, Yuan Qingyun becomes absent-minded again. If there isn't something wrong with his memory, it should be the first time he has seen Yuan Feng's active practice, which shocks him a lot.

"Did he get stumbled and turns sensible?" 

Watching Yuan Feng leave, he shakes his head, not thinking much anymore. He retrieves his view and projects it towards the Chinese parasol. He becomes sentimental once again.

"Wu'er, our child has grown up, but when our family of three members can reunite again!" With a sigh, he becomes thoroughly nostalgic.