Cultivation: Start From Simplifying Martial Arts Techniques-Chapter 1

Stronger Just by Breathing

Pingyin County.

“Train your muscles, bones, and skin on the outside, and train your breath on the inside. In our Extreme Mountain Fist Hall, everyone is treated equally. Even the most precious internal cultivation techniques are taught to you. As long as you work hard enough, better and stronger cultivation techniques are waiting for you!”

Bi Hong, the eldest senior brother of the Extreme Mountain Fist Hall, proclaimed loudly, as the people at the boxing gym listened attentively. In the corner stood a dark and skinny figure, holding his head up. However, a closer look revealed his gaze to be vacant and dull.

It had been ten days since Chen Fei found himself inexplicably transported to this world. Only after absorbing the memories of the original body did he realize that this was a world similar to ancient times on Earth.

However, there were martial artists here who held high positions and could easily kill an ordinary person, like crushing an ant.

Chen Fei was currently a menial worker in a medical hall, not even considered an apprentice, just doing odd jobs.

Learning medical skills? There was absolutely no chance for that, as they wouldn’t even give him the opportunity.

Learning secretly? If caught, he would be disabled on the spot and left to fend for himself.

The original body was unwilling to live like this for the rest of his life, so he obediently did his chores in the medical clinic, hoping to gain some favor and learn some skills.

Unfortunately, all the other menial workers had the same idea, and Chen Fei began to question his life.

Helpless, he used the money he had saved to join the Extreme Mountain Fist Hall to become a disciple, hoping to change his fate.

The Extreme Mountain Fist Hall was very straightforward, teaching him a breathing technique and a set of accompanying martial arts as soon as he became a disciple. Chen Fei treasured them dearly and diligently practiced them in his spare time.

After three months of martial arts training, just as he was about to get the hang of the breathing technique and martial arts, he overexerted himself and fell seriously ill, eventually passing away.

Chen Fei assimilated the memories of the original body and also had a keen interest in martial arts. He practiced for a period of time.

However, the facts proved that there was a reason why the original body had been unable to learn martial arts in those three months.

It was because he was lacking in talent! When Chen Fei inherited this body, he realized that his talent was not much better either.

The original body had thought about making money and becoming wealthy with modern ideas.

Chen Fei originally had the same idea, but he had signed a contract to work as a menial servant in the medical hall for 20 years.

If he wanted to leave, it was not impossible, but he would have to pay a high price to break the contract.

Moreover, all the extra income he earned belonged to the medical hall, and if he were found to be hiding anything, he would be severely punished.

It was rather inhumane and cruel.

The original owner had paid a huge price to enter it just to be a servant for a lifetime.

At least in the medical hall, he had the chance to work like an ox or a horse, while in other places, he wouldn’t even have the opportunity to do so.

It wasn’t until just now that a virtual panel appeared in front of Chen Fei’s eyes.

Name: Chen Fei

Class: None

Cultivation Technique: Extreme Mountain Fist, Extreme Mountain Breathing Technique

Cultivation Realm: None

“Discovered cultivation technique. Do you want to spend one tael of silver to simplify Extreme Mountain Fist?”

“Discovered cultivation technique. Spend one tael of silver to simplify Extreme Mountain Breathing Technique?” the interface prompted Chen Fei, who was momentarily distracted by its sudden appearance.

“Start practicing!” Bi Hong barked, interrupting his thoughts. “If you don’t make progress in the Extreme Mountain Fist soon, you’ll have to pay more money to come to the martial arts hall next month. You should be aware of this!”

Chen Fei returned to his senses and continued practicing diligently, not daring to speak out of turn.

Bi Hong glanced at him skeptically. He knew Chen Fei’s background and had a feeling that he was just an ordinary person who wouldn’t be able to change his fate.

After two hours of grueling training, Chen Fei left the boxing hall feeling exhausted and hungry.

He hurried back to the medical hall, greeting a few familiar menial servants before retreating to his shared dormitory. The cramped space smelled sour and pungent, but Chen Fei was used to it by now. When he first arrived, he almost passed out from the overwhelming odor.

“One tael of silver. It’s not that much money,” Chen Fei muttered to himself as he sat on his bunk, frowning at the panel.

He still didn’t understand its function, and no matter how he tried to activate it, it remained unresponsive. Only the flashing notifications asking for payment caught his attention.

But Chen Fei had already spent all his savings to join the Extreme Mountain Fist Hall, and he hadn’t earned a single tael of silver since then.

“I have to find a way to get this money,” he thought, recalling that the original body had hidden a medicinal herb outside.

A few months ago, the medical hall had run out of herbs, so the menial workers had followed the herb gatherers up the mountain to pick more. During that trip, the original body had secretly hidden an herb. They had also encountered something evil on the mountain, and three people had died, prompting the original body to learn martial arts.

He had heard that if one cultivated martial arts to a certain level, they could resist such entities. Even if they couldn’t fight back, the entity would target those with weaker vitality first.

Given the recent unrest in the area outside the county town, the medical hall would likely need to gather herbs more often. This was Chen Fei’s chance to retrieve the hidden herb and sell it to earn the needed money.

He left the dormitory, intending to borrow from the other menial workers, but they all refused. One tael of silver was too much for them to spare.