Gao Wu insists on cultivating immortality.

Honghu was the head of the gang. Although she thought Gao Wu was a smart kid, she wasn't interested in talking to him much.

She left with the words, "Come to the branch tomorrow morning," and her men departed.

The werewolf's corpse was also packed in a snakeskin bag and taken away.

Ah Gui eagerly escorted Hong Hu downstairs, only to be slapped several times and have the money he had just earned taken back.

He was seething with anger, and stormed back to the rooftop to cause trouble for Gao Wu.

Some tenants hadn't left yet, waiting to see what would happen. When they saw the blood on Ah Gui's lips and his grim expression, they all took a few steps back to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.

Ah Gui was truly enraged. He pulled out a dagger and brandished it at Gao Wu while cursing, "Fuck your mother! I'll kill you today!"

He wouldn't dare kill anyone, but stabbing Gao Wu twice wouldn't be a problem. He was a street fighter all year round; he was small in stature but had a knack for the underworld, and he was quite ruthless.

Anyway, just slash Gao Wu's face a few times, leave him with a permanent mark, and let others know that he is not someone to be trifled with!

"Kill him!" Afen shouted as well. The 30,000 yuan she had just received was gone, and she really wanted to kill Gao Wu.

Keep in mind that the average office worker's salary is only a couple hundred yuan. She works herself to the bone as a masseuse, earning only a few hundred yuan from various paid services.

Thirty thousand yuan—it would take her and A-Gui two years to save it without eating or drinking. Under normal circumstances, they wouldn't save that much money even in ten years…

Gao Wu stole 30,000 yuan from me; it was definitely worth killing him!

A-Gui raised his hand and slashed at Gao Wu's face, but Gao Wu's foot arrived before his dagger did.

Wearing flip-flops, Gao Wu slammed his forefoot into A Gui's stomach. Although Gao Wu couldn't control the source power of this world, his technique of generating power entirely through muscles and bones was already superb.

This seemingly casual kick possesses a penetrating force, like a spear thrusting straight through.

Even mutated werewolves couldn't withstand this kick, let alone the frail A-Gui.

The excruciating pain rendered Ah Gui instantly immobile. His face turned deathly pale, and he instinctively threw down the dagger, clutched his stomach, and knelt on the ground, unable to catch his breath.

Gao Wu didn't hold back and kicked A Gui in the neck.

The standard whip kick severely impacted Ah Gui's neck blood vessels and nerves, causing him to lose consciousness immediately.

Seeing this, Afen screamed in fright. Gao Wu casually took the scabbard from Agui's waist, sheathed the dagger, and put it in his pocket.

He walked up to Afen and slapped her across the face. The crisp sound of the slap made Afen see stars, and half of her face went numb instantly.

She never expected Gao Wu to hit her, and stared at him in disbelief.

Gao Wu raised his hand and slapped Afen across the other cheek. This time, Afen was completely stunned. Both sides of her face swelled up quickly, and blood gushed from the corner of her mouth.

Ah Fen is actually quite good-looking, but her face is swollen like a pig's head, which makes her look rather comical.

"The feel is not bad." Gao Wu was in a good mood after giving the two bastards a small lesson.

He glanced at the onlookers and smiled, "You're all staying because you want to help clean the room, right? Thank you."

The tenants looked at each other, naturally unwilling to help, but Gao Wu's dark eyes flashed with a cold light like daggers.

I just gave Agui and Afen a good beating. If they don't agree to help, things might get bad.

"Yes, yes, the room was covered in blood, and we couldn't just stand by and watch, with all the neighbors around..."

"Yep……"

The tenants, smiling obsequiously, entered the room under Gao Wu's watchful gaze and cleaned up the bloodstains and incense ash with mops and rags.

This job looks simple, but it's actually quite tedious. It took several people more than an hour to finish, and it was almost dawn when they finally did it.

When everyone finished their work, they were all covered in sweat and looked quite disheveled.

After dismissing a few people, Gao Wu went downstairs to a tenant's room and borrowed two large buckets of water.

The water supply in Nangang is very poor, and higher floors often experience water outages. Because of this, the higher the floor, the cheaper the rent.

The small wooden hut on the rooftop, an illegal structure, was temporarily built using wooden planks.

Gao Wu fetched two buckets of water, washed his face and brushed his teeth, rinsed off the bloodstains on his body, and changed into a clean crew-neck short-sleeved shirt and shorts.

The boy was less than 1.7 meters tall. He worked outdoors all year round, and the parts of his body that were not covered by his clothes were tanned dark, with only a small part remaining white.

His appearance is just average, nothing special.

Gao Wu looked at his physical condition in the small mirror. Fortunately, he was still a teenager and could continue to develop by converting his life force through the Azure Dragon Divine Qi Mantra.

Given the power of the divine incantation, even the elderly could undergo a second growth spurt, which would be too contrary to common sense and would easily be considered a mutant.

Ah Gui and Ah Fang, who were outside, had already wisely run away. Both of them were thugs, and running away when they couldn't win was the survival wisdom of thugs.

Whether it's retaliation later or admitting defeat now, running away first is always the right thing to do.

Gao Wu lay down on the bed made of cardboard and slowly drifted off to sleep.

This body is still too fragile and needs to rest according to the normal rhythms of the human body. In particular, natural sleep is extremely important for his powerful spirit.

His spirit did not enter this realm; only his original soul and spiritual essence entered, which can be seen as a projection of his consciousness falling into this realm.

Despite his extraordinary spirituality, Gao Wu's wisp of divine soul was still limited by his fragile physical body, due to the strict laws governing the source energy of this world.

When Gao Wu woke up, he was covered in sweat.

He looked up and saw that the sun was shining brightly outside, making the exposed wooden house feel like a sauna.

Gao Wu used the remaining half bucket of water to wipe the sweat from his face and body, took the several hundred yuan hidden under the shrine, and went downstairs in his flip-flops.

After spending a few cents on a tasteless bowl of noodles, Gao Wu went to a gambling den on the street corner.

This gambling den is air-conditioned and is considered the most upscale place on the street. Red Tiger usually sits here to oversee the operation.

The gambling den was almost empty in the early morning. Gao Wu explained his purpose to the burly gatekeeper, who lazily pointed and said, "Go in."

After passing through the screen, Gao Wu entered a large hall, which contained more than a dozen oval card tables specifically for gambling, as well as roulette and other similar items.

Because there were no guests and the air conditioning was off, the room felt a bit stuffy. A middle-aged woman was slowly cleaning, glancing at Gao Wu but saying nothing.

It was only after Gao Wu politely greeted her that the middle-aged woman gave him directions.

He walked down the corridor to the office, but the door was tightly closed. Gao Wu knocked twice, but there was no response, so he could only stand at the door and wait.

He didn't know whether Red Tiger did it on purpose or not.

It's normal to be turned away when asking someone for a favor. He'd been through so much; his shrewdness had been honed long ago. So he stood patiently in the corridor and waited.

After waiting for three hours, until 1 p.m., a young woman carrying a lunchbox gently knocked on the door and went in to deliver the food.

The office door opened, and Honghu, dressed in loose, light pajamas, leaned back on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, his face still showing the dazed look of someone who had just woken up. Honghu casually ate a few bites of the lunch that had been brought to him, and only after regaining his senses did he ask, "Is that kid still waiting?"

The woman who delivered the food, Lin Jiayin, responded softly. Although she was Honghu's younger sister, she was somewhat afraid of this older sister.

She was gentle and timid, always feeling that fighting and killing would lead to no good, but she didn't dare to say much. She just felt very depressed every time she came here to deliver food.

"I still have some patience."

Honghu stubbed out his cigarette and casually said, "Jiayin, take him to Lao He and have Lao He teach him boxing. You don't need to worry about the rest."

"Mmm," Lin Jiayin responded softly again.

As she came out of the office, Lin Jiayin glanced at Gao Wu and immediately looked away. Although he was just an ordinary young man, she still didn't dare to look at him for long. She lowered her eyes and said softly, "You want to learn boxing, right? Come with me."

Gao Wu glanced at the closed office door, wondering about the woman's background.
He hadn't paid much attention when he delivered the food, but now that he looked her over, he noticed that she had long, curved eyebrows, big, watery eyes, a small nose, pink lips, and fair, smooth skin—she was actually a very beautiful woman.

She wore a light white shirt, blue jeans, and white canvas shoes, a simple yet refreshing outfit, unlike most women who dress casually.

The woman was gentle and frail, yet possessed a scholarly air; she must be a college student.

Gao Wu followed the woman a few steps and asked, "What's your name?"

"Lin Jiayin." The young woman responded and then fell silent.

Emerging from the back door of the gambling den, the young woman opened a small umbrella to shield herself from the sun, and without even glancing at Gao Wu, slowly walked forward.

"My name is Gao Wu." Gao Wu thought Lin Jiayin was quite interesting, like a little white rabbit that had run out of a wolf's den, completely out of place in this place.

"Ah."

"Where are we going?"

"Iron Crane Pavilion".

"Is it far?"

"Not far..."

Lin Jiayin would answer every question Gao Wu asked, but she would keep her answers brief and not say a word more.

She assumed Gao Wu was a new member of the gang, and somehow her sister had taken a liking to him and sent him to learn martial arts from Uncle He. She didn't like talking much to begin with, and she was even less willing to talk to someone like that.

Gao Wu, however, found Lin Jiayin quite interesting. The women he knew were all either heroic and capable or dashing and generous.

Even her crybaby apprentice is usually quite talkative. She's just a bit timid, but not as gentle and delicate as Lin Jiayin.

After walking for more than ten minutes, we arrived at a small courtyard.

The courtyard walls are made of sheet metal, and behind them are buildings. It seems that the residents on the first floor opened a gate and enclosed their own courtyard.

There were also a lot of miscellaneous items piled up at the entrance, making it look quite messy.

Upon entering the courtyard, Gao Wu also saw a lot of clothes hanging on the clothesline...

Lin Jiayin softly called out "Uncle He" twice, and a loud voice came from inside the room: "Coming."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a tall, red-faced man lifted the curtain and came out. He was tall, but for some reason, one of his legs was lame, and he walked with a limp.

Lin Jiayin stepped forward, explained her purpose, and pointed to Gao Wu.

The red-faced man looked Gao Wu up and down, his thick eyebrows furrowing: "Our Iron Crane Sect's kung fu requires long arms and legs to practice well. How can someone so small train?"

Lin Jiayin looked embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Gao Wu stepped forward and cupped his hands, saying, "Uncle He, you just teach me. Whether I can learn it or not is my business."

Uncle He curled his lip: "Okay, fine."

He said to Lin Jiayin, "You don't need to feel awkward, I'll accept it."

Lin Jiayin breathed a sigh of relief. After finishing her business, she quietly said goodbye to Uncle He and left.

After Lin Jiayin left, Uncle He shook his head at Gao Wu: "To be honest, your physique is not suitable for practicing Iron Crane Fist, or even for practicing martial arts in general."

"Others start building their foundation at twelve or thirteen, but you're at least sixteen or seventeen. You've only mastered a mediocre swordsmanship. Other martial artists will try to kill you the moment they make a move. It would be better if you didn't practice martial arts at all. If others see that you're not good enough, they won't bother with you..."

Gao Wu calmly said, "Since Uncle He has agreed, please teach me the boxing techniques."

Uncle He sighed helplessly and gestured a one-legged stance: "You should do this stance first. If you can stand steadily for half an hour without the other foot touching the ground, then you can move on to the next step..."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and went back to his room. It was the middle of the afternoon, and the sun was blazing. He didn't want to be out in the sun.

As for how to train in high-level martial arts, he doesn't care.

The Iron Crane Fist move is the Iron Crane Stance, which is indeed an introductory stance training. It trains the body to integrate the strength of the whole body with the feet as the foundation. It seems simple but is quite complex.

Even an average person might practice their whole life and still not fully understand this standing meditation. As for standing for half an hour, it would take a year or two to get the feel for it and understand the key techniques before you could do it.

Back in his room watching TV, Uncle He's eyelids began to droop, and he started to feel sleepy. Just as he was drifting off to sleep, he heard Gao Wu shout outside, "Uncle He, I've mastered it..."

Uncle He was wide awake and then became somewhat annoyed. This kid had only been in the house for a day and he dared to make fun of him!
He came out of the room with a sullen face and saw Gao Wu standing on one leg in the center of the courtyard, his face and body covered in oily sweat, but he stood very steadily.

Uncle He was about to curse, but he noticed that Gao Wu's arms were slightly undulating and bending, and his spine was also moving. The muscles in his body were exerting force smoothly, seemingly still but actually moving. The changes in the force of this stance were not wrong at all.

Just talking about stance training, he's just as good as him!

Uncle He's eyes widened instantly... Who the hell is this apprentice, coming here to show off!

Iron Crane Fist is, after all, a widely practiced martial art, and there are quite a few Iron Crane Fist masters in Nangang.

But then he realized something was wrong. Given Gao Wu's age, he had only practiced martial arts for a dozen years since birth. How could he have mastered the Iron Crane Stance so perfectly?
Moreover, this kid clearly doesn't understand breathing techniques and relies entirely on his own breathing regulation, which is quite wrong in some aspects.

Uncle He was suddenly overjoyed at this thought. Heaven had opened its eyes and sent him a peerless genius after he became crippled!
He was somewhat excited, yet he couldn't believe it was true.

Legendary geniuses can learn anything at a glance and master it with a single practice. Are there really such geniuses in the world?
Uncle He forced himself to calm down and asked Gao Wu, "Have you practiced Iron Crane Stance before?"

Gao Wu shook his head slightly.

Uncle He thought for a moment and said, "Listen to me, the breathing technique for the Iron Crane Stance is three long breaths and one short breath. The long breath is a slow inhalation, and the short breath is a quick exhalation."

"This short exhale is the meaning of the crane's cry. The crane's cry has a sharp quality, so the exhale is short and sharp, like spitting out an invisible short sword... Through breathing regulation, imagine yourself as a crane stretching its neck and singing, and open up the lungs through the changes in breathing."

As he spoke, Uncle He gently tapped Gao Wu's lungs, "It's this spot. When you feel a surge of heat and can't help but want to tilt your head back and shout, that's when you've focused your energy at your acupoints and sensed the source power."

Before he could finish speaking, Gao Wu suddenly raised his head and let out a whistling sound. The whistling sound was short but sharp, with a sharpness that seemed to soar straight to the sky...

"Holy crap..." Uncle He was stunned. (End of Chapter)