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Chapter 53 Tortoise-Backed Crane (Brothers, please vote!)
When Chen Wujun came out of Gemdale's finance department, he was carrying a small bag containing 63,000 yuan.

The two gambling dens netted a total of 26 this month, of which 13 was given to Shark Nine and more than 6 was given to his henchmen.

The rest are all his.

'So everyone wants to climb up the ladder, because once you get to the top, you can make money just by lying down.'

Now that I've climbed up, there's no way I'll go down again. Anyone who gets in my way will die!

'Jixiang seems close to me, but actually she has a problem with me. Maybe she simply doesn't like me, or maybe she shares my feelings and thinks I'm in her way.'

'After all, my senior sister and I are from the same sect, so we're closer than with others... and she's helped me a lot. If I'm hopeless, that's fine, but if I perform well, I might threaten her position in the future.'

As Chen Wujun walked back, he pondered to himself.

Since he understood that in doing things, one must "cut the weeds out of the roots and not give others a chance," his mindset towards others has changed once again.

Back at his lodgings, Chen Wujun took out the money and counted it once, then counted it again.

He really enjoys counting money.

"It's too unsafe to keep 13 yuan in cash here. I should open a bank account... but opening an account requires my parents to be in my name..."

"It would be better to get a few from the henchman and then deposit the money separately. But once you have a lot of money, depositing it separately isn't a solution. I've heard that large sums of money from unknown sources will attract the attention of banks... I'll have to ask my senior sister how to handle this later."

After carefully hiding the money, Chen Wujun took out a notebook and flipped to the back, where it was filled with densely packed writing.

On January 19th, Ji Xiang and his men had a problem with me...

……

"Is everything at the martial arts school tomorrow? Your mother needs to buy couplets and some New Year's goods. If you're free, go with her." Chen Hanliang asked Chen Wujun during dinner.

“Okay!” Chen Wujun nodded.

He mainly practices four stances: bear, crane, tiger, and ape. Not going to the martial arts school doesn't affect his stance training.

Besides, you won't even need the things you buy for a day.

"Straighten your back, don't always slouch, it doesn't look right. You weren't hunchbacked before." Chen Hanliang reached out and patted his back twice, but it felt more like patting a stone than his back.

He was immediately taken aback.

Why is your back so stiff?

"It's from practicing martial arts. My back is thick, not hunchbacked," Chen Wujun said expressionlessly.

As he practiced martial arts, his physique gradually developed into a tortoise-back and crane-shaped form, with extremely thick and rounded back muscles, especially his shoulder blades which spread out on both sides with a slight curve, and his neck also became somewhat long and slender.

"And another thing, how come your arms are growing faster than your height? Your sleeves are too short," Huang Meizhen added.

"It has grown a little." Chen Wujun nodded. This was a change brought to his body by the Lingyuan Hanging Beam stance. In the past month, his arms had grown by about a fist's length.

His thighs and waist are now extremely thick, while his upper body is shaped like a tortoise shell and a crane. His arms are muscular, long and slender, but extremely powerful.

He sits there as steady as a mountain, but when he erupts, it's like a volcanic eruption, extremely explosive.

Yesterday, Chen Wujun went to the Hetu Martial Arts School to test his punching power. He twisted all his strength into one force and punched out a force of 1140 jin.

Three weeks ago, he could only lift 1026 jin (768 catties).

However, this is not the time when the Tiger Descends the Mountain's strength increases the most.

According to the master, the first four sides of this stance are to twist the whole body into one force, and the body is like a spring storing power.

The period from four to eight weeks is when strength increases the fastest.

The next morning, Chen Wujun, dressed in a shirt and trousers, accompanied his mother, Huang Meizhen, to buy New Year's goods. The temperature was only in the teens, but Chen Wujun, wearing a shirt, did not feel cold at all, which was a change brought about by practicing martial arts.

"How about this outfit? It suits you perfectly!" Mom picked up a blue and white jacket from a street stall and held it up against Chen Wujun.

"I'll buy it myself later," Chen Wujun said.

The clothes at this street stall cost no more than 50 yuan, and he doesn't wear those kinds of clothes at all now.

His shirts cost several hundred yuan each.

"Don't let the cheap price fool you, the material is pretty good and thick. You can wear a shirt underneath and this on top to keep you warm." Huang Meizhen still thought the outfit suited Chen Wujun very well.

"Then let's go with this one!" Chen Wujun said, seeing that Huang Meizhen wanted to buy it.

"Boss, how much is this one?"

"You have a good eye! This outfit looks great on you, and it's only 30 yuan!" The shopkeeper, busy as a bee, squeezed in a perfunctory compliment.

It wasn't until noon that the two of them finally went to the dentist carrying their bags. The streets were packed with people, and the crowds made Chen Wujun feel a bit irritable.

Chen Wujun, carrying his things, used his shoulders to push everyone to the sides.

Some people felt a strong force pushing them away as they walked down the street, and immediately glared at the person in the direction they were walking. However, upon seeing Chen Wujun's physique, they fell silent.

陈武君如今个子只有1米73多，衬衣下的后背极其宽阔。    明明只有1米73的身高，给人感觉就像是1米93一样。

"Don't walk so fast! You're crowding people!" Huang Meizhen reminded from behind.

“They were just about to go to the side, so they made way and walked faster!” Chen Wujun stretched out his arm and pushed the people in front of him more than half a meter away, while turning his head to say this.

The two people next to them bumped into each other.

"Don't you have eyes?" a young man shouted as he turned around.

Chen Wujun stared at him expressionlessly, his eyes flashing with an alarming light.

The young man glanced at Chen Wujun's figure, then looked past Chen Wujun and at the child in another direction: "I'm talking to you, what are you doing pushing around like that! Which adult doesn't keep an eye on their child?"

Chen Wujun managed to squeeze through the crowded Longjin Street and the two went to the dentist.

Huang Meizhen grabbed a handful of change and gave it to Chen Hanliang.

"small change!"

“Those fellow Daoists come begging for money during holidays and festivals!” Chen Hanliang said.

“Those people are shameless. They’ll be satisfied with just a dollar or two, but you always have to prepare extra change.”

Chen Wujun also knew about this; those fellow Daoists would go from shop to shop asking for money during festivals.

The merchants didn't want to cause trouble, so they just gave them a dollar or two to get rid of them.

"I'm going to buy some Four Treasures Rice." Chen Wujun strolled off and bought several servings of Four Treasures Rice. After the three of them finished eating, he helped carry the food home before returning to the martial arts school to practice.

……

Two days later, at the warehouse.

Chen Wujun took off his outer garment, revealing his muscular physique, which made his tortoise-back and crane-shaped body even more prominent.

Moreover, his arms are obviously a little longer than normal.

When practicing boxing, the arms are extremely flexible, like two steel whips lashing out. When exerting force, they are as swift as wind and thunder, and every move can bring a gust of wind.

When moving, one's feet are steady yet not clumsy.

Although I've only been practicing standing meditation for the past month or so, it's completely different from what I did a month or so ago.

Chen Wujun has now mastered advanced physical training techniques, and the mere act of standing in a stance has brought about tremendous changes in him.

Zhou Qing walked in and saw Chen Wujun practicing boxing. He watched him for a moment with admiration.

Until Chen Wujun withdrew his strength.

"master!"

"Not bad, your stance training is quite good. You can start learning other martial arts now!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Wujun was overjoyed, finally able to learn the Swimming Dragon Palm.

"Before the war, there was an internal martial art called Baguazhang, also known as Youshen Baguazhang or Lianhuan Baguazhang, which was widely practiced. Unfortunately, after the war, very few people knew this art, and some of its core elements were lost."

"Thirty years after the war, someone sorted out the moves of Baguazhang and created a new style of boxing called Youlong Baguazhang."

"After several changes, generations of people innovated on the basis of Youlong Baguazhang, discarded some useless content, and combined it with new techniques that emerged after the war, which eventually formed Youlongzhang."

"This Swimming Dragon Palm combines softness with strength, and the body moves with twisting and turning movements, yet the palm strikes with explosive power!"

"The Swimming Dragon Palm prioritizes movement, consisting of eight steps and eight palms! The palms change with the body, and the steps follow the palms. It emphasizes changing the palm with each step, making it possible to strike at any time and from anywhere!"

"This Swimming Dragon Palm requires feet to feel like they're wading through mud, a lower body as stable as a millstone, and an upper body as light as a swallow. You're pretty much there now!"

When Zhou Qing was explaining, he adopted the stance of the Swimming Dragon Palm, slowly turning his feet, making a circle every eight steps, and combining palm techniques with footwork, changing with each step.

Chen Wujun's eyes lit up. The mud-walking steps he had practiced before, as well as the bear, crane, tiger, and ape stances, had laid a solid foundation for the Swimming Dragon Palm.

After explaining it once, Zhou Qing took off his shirt.

Zhou Qing's body was covered in bulging muscles, his back was thick and broad, and his arms and neck were streamlined muscles. When he spread his arms, two fleshy bulges appeared on his back, as if two wings had been folded up.

The tortoise-shell crane-shaped form is much more pronounced than that of Chen Wujun.

What's particularly surprising is Zhou Qing's skin. He looks to be around fifty years old, but his skin is as firm and delicate as a baby's.

With no looseness or wrinkles, Chen Wujun compared Zhou Qing's skin to his own and felt that Zhou Qing's skin was even firmer and smoother.

"Watch closely!" Zhou Qing said in a deep voice, then demonstrated the Swimming Dragon Palm once again.

Chen Wujun suddenly noticed that Zhou Qing's back muscles were undulating like waves. Then, he slapped out with his palm, as if he had exploded the air, making a loud bang.

(End of this chapter)