Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 89 - 87 Ming, Part 1
Purely practicing moves?
Zhang Rongfang understood in his heart that even if there was improvement, it wouldn’t be significant.
In past life’s novels, there were similar martial arts, but they were just like that.
"Don’t underestimate such martial arts," Ye Bai said. "Pure techniques, when paired with a suitable weapon, can often kill opponents much stronger than oneself in a single strike. Grades are not absolute."
"But the difference in reaction speed between grades is significant, isn’t it hard even for a sneak attack?" Zhang Rongfang had experienced this himself.
"Human strength is limited, but the uses of objects are unlimited," Ye Bai didn’t elaborate but changed the topic. "Alright, what do you want to choose? Pills or martial arts?"
"Martial arts!" Zhang Rongfang replied decisively.
Even if his current limit was near, he had attribute abilities, and the future might not be so restricted.
Compared to pills, the opportunity to learn superior martial arts was much rarer.
Superior martial arts require teachers to adjust and guide personally, any small mistake can lead to huge errors.
So, with this rare opportunity right before him, he naturally wouldn’t pass it up.
Ye Bai gave Zhang Rongfang a peculiar look, seemingly a bit surprised.
But she didn’t ask much more.
The rules of the Golden Wing Pavilion are like this; among members, apart from during missions, daily inquiries into each other’s secrets are not allowed.
Previously, Zhang Rongfang wasn’t a member, but now he was.
"Alright, I will pass on to you our Golden Wing Pavilion’s legacy martial arts, the Golden Roc Secret Record. In the next week, you must memorize all the cultivation steps, not recording them in books, but keeping them in your heart.
How much you can remember depends on your fortune."
"Okay!" Zhang Rongfang nodded heavily.
Ye Bai nodded slightly and began to explain.
"The Golden Roc Secret Record is a superior body technique martial art realized by my Golden Wing Pavilion’s predecessor, the pavilion master, two hundred years ago, by observing birds soaring.
Its cultivation technique is divided into six grades, primarily focusing on speed in body technique. According to grade levels, it is divided into Sparrow, Dove, Owl, Eagle, Spirit, Roc."
"Hmm? Only six grades?" Zhang Rongfang said in surprise.
"Yes, only six grades," Ye Bai nodded, "But the reason the Golden Roc Secret Record can rank as a superior martial art with six grades is because it can be practiced concurrently without increasing the body’s load. The six-grade breakthrough of this martial art is equivalent to three breakthroughs of ordinary martial arts."
Zhang Rongfang suddenly understood.
This means that the Golden Roc Secret Record can be practiced with any martial arts as long as there is enough time and comprehension!
His heart was moved. No wonder it was called superior martial art. If such martial art were to spread, it would surely be contested by countless people.
Especially those martial artists whose grades are near their limits.
"Alright, next, calm your mind, and I’ll pass on to you the first layer of the Secret Record." Ye Bai waved her hand gently.
Instantly, tiny figures dispersed around, guarding the courtyard, preventing eavesdropping.
Under the moonlight, Ye Bai’s lips moved slightly, her voice like a stream, slowly reaching Zhang Rongfang’s ears.
One spoke, the other listened, carefully and earnestly.
In the blink of an eye, more than an hour had passed.
Then came personal practice.
Ye Bai’s skirt fluttered, each practice like a dance, graceful and pure.
Zhang Rongfang even saw a hint of sanctity in it.
When it was his turn to step forward and learn, he became clumsy and awkward.
In the following time, he came to Shanlan Road every night to learn the Golden Roc Secret Record.
He gradually gained a deeper understanding of this powerful martial art from the Golden Wing Pavilion.
This martial art emphasizes using all external objects to accelerate oneself.
When performing the body technique, the speed isn’t very fast at first, but over time, it becomes faster and faster.
In simple terms, this is a martial art that demands extreme precision and control.
Control over oneself, control over external environments, all reached extremely demanding levels.
This martial art can turn all forces into accelerating power. Until finally, the roc spreads its wings and soars nine thousand miles!
In the blink of an eye, a week reached its last day.
The seventh night’s evening.
Ye Bai held an iron flute, standing at one end of the dojo in a pavilion.
The pavilion had thin curtains on all sides, swaying with the wind. Each curtain had a word written on it.
’Heart’, ’Spirit’, ’Body’, ’Soul’.
After a round of teaching.
"Tonight is the last time. Have you mastered all the practice heart methods?"
She looked at Zhang Rongfang, who was frowning not far away, and quietly asked.
"....." Zhang Rongfang was at a loss for words.
He thought this Golden Roc Secret Record would be similar to the Rejuvenation Purification Talisman Manual, but it turned out... this martial art relies on comprehension.
Not relying on the head.
But relying on the body’s intuitive comprehension.
Some postures and moves are also extraordinarily peculiar when connected.
As a result, in just a week, he had only mastered two layers of practice methods.
Now it seemed no wonder Ye Bai hadn’t restricted the content he learned before.
Her attitude was ’I’ll teach you everything as long as you can learn it’.
It turns out she knew right from the start that a week’s time was barely enough to remember much content.
Seeing Zhang Rongfang not speaking, Ye Bai wasn’t angry.
"After today, it might be a long time before we meet again."
She walked slowly closer.
"You... are a bit strange."
"Strange?" Zhang Rongfang looked at her in confusion, not understanding what she meant.
This lady spoke with a highly erratic manner. It seemed she said whatever came to mind.
"In your heart, there isn’t the slightest bit of discouragement or unwillingness. Even knowing you can only reach the eighth grade, there’s no sign of depression..." Ye Bai asked, puzzled.
She had never seen someone so confident in themselves.
Given his bone age, he clearly doesn’t have much time left to practice martial arts... So why...
"I haven’t tried yet, I haven’t truly reached the end, it’s too early to worry about these things now, isn’t it?" Zhang Rongfang replied with a smile.
"But you’re twenty-six." Ye Bai stated calmly.
Twenty-six, only four years away from thirty.
By then, qi and blood will decline, maintaining your martial arts will be the best outcome, let alone making further progress.
"I’m really only eighteen." Zhang Rongfang corrected her.
"It’s quite rare to be so confident at twenty-six." Ye Bai nodded.
She rarely encountered someone as strange as Zhang Rongfang.
Clearly the data investigation showed he really is eighteen, but the bone age doesn’t lie, he is truly twenty-six, maybe even older.
Clearly able to break the limits of four low-grade martial arts without a mentor’s guidance. His martial arts comprehension should be quite good.
But after teaching for a week...
This is all??
Back then, she memorized all the teachings of the Golden Roc Secret Record from her mentor in one night.
"I must go. From now on, Tan Yang will be managed by you and Xu Miaotong together."
Ye Bai no longer thought about it, there are many strange people in this world.
Initially, she received a message saying Zhang Rongfang’s talent was extraordinary, with the possibility of reaching the Spirit Level in the future.
To show importance, and because she happened to be nearby, she personally came to teach.
But the result was disappointment.
Zhang Rongfang’s comprehension should be good, but he ruined himself with his training.
Now, after a week, Ye Bai feels she needs to correct her judgment about this young man once more.
Their comprehension is quite average....
Fortunately, she is persistent, and although the result was far from her expectations, she still dutifully taught for a week.
"Master, I’ve only mastered two layers of the Secret Record.... What do you think about this..." Zhang Rongfang said helplessly.
Honestly, he’s a bit unwilling, finally encountering a pure body technique martial art, if he can’t fully learn it, in the future...
"You can seek Xu Miaotong to teach you. She’s mastered three layers." Ye Bai replied.
"Then what about the rest?" Zhang Rongfang asked. "Master, do you have a way to teach me?"
"You’re already twenty-six. Learning two layers should be enough, right?" Ye Bai said in surprise.
In the next four years, given Zhang Rongfang’s talent, learning two layers of the Golden Roc Secret Record while practicing the main talismanic skills,
there simply isn’t enough time.
Is mastering two layers of the Golden Roc Secret Record not sufficient?
"I... am really eighteen!" Zhang Rongfang said helplessly.
"Do you really think you can break through the shackles and reach the third layer of the Secret Record?" Ye Bai looked at Zhang Rongfang, her eyes showing a strange emotion.
"Or do you think superior martial arts are just as easily broken through as the low-grade ones you’ve practiced?"
"Or do you believe you are the only exception in the world, able to break through the innate limits that no one can surpass, reaching a higher ninth grade??"
To be honest, she had seen many people overestimating themselves, but at this moment, Zhang Rongfang’s attitude towards martial arts was too casual.
His expression that seemed to regard all martial arts as the same made her somewhat angry.
She herself is also persistent, knowing too well how difficult it is to break the innate limits.
She remains stuck at this level, spending over ten years, constantly exhausting her energy seeking a breakthrough possibility.
Yet to this day... It’s still a distant dream.
To break the innate limits, she’s endured countless hardships and expended so much effort. Suffered injuries numerous times.
No one truly understands.
Even one with such innate talent as her finds it so challenging.
Yet before her, Zhang Rongfang seems so indifferent....
He has no idea how difficult and hopeless breaking the innate limits truly is....
"That’s not my intention." Zhang Rongfang sensed the atmosphere was not right and quickly lowered his head, "I just feel, perhaps by chance, by luck I might really..."
"Impossible!" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
Ye Bai interrupted him.
Her face showed no emotion, but her clear eyes were filled with cold displeasure.
"The human body, like a porcelain vase.
Practicing martial arts is like pouring water into the vase. When the water is full, that is the day of the innate limit."
"When water overflows, the vase can’t suddenly expand."
Under the night sky, the quiet academy had only Ye Bai’s calm voice echoing for a moment.
Looking at Zhang Rongfang’s lowered, quiet demeanor.
Ye Bai’s dissatisfaction lessened slightly.
"Forget it, you’re still young and inexperienced, what would you know? It’s my fault for being unsettled."
Seeing Zhang Rongfang remain silent with his head lowered.
She no longer spoke further.
"We part ways now, I hope next time, you can still be as confident as you are now...."
Poof.
Suddenly, she flicked her finger.
A small object flew precisely in front of Zhang Rongfang, and he hurriedly grabbed it.
Looking down, Zhang Rongfang saw it’s a black porcelain vial, about the length of a palm.
"Master, what is this?"
