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Qin Wu's eyes practically lit up with envy; he was eager to start practicing immediately. But just then, Li Qiushui shouted again:

"Master, how many people can come tomorrow?"

Qin Wu sighed, silently suppressing his impatience. He decided to focus on building up the Xingyi Sect these next couple of days.

After all, establishing the Xingyi School and carrying it forward was his lifelong dream in this world.

Qin Wu had a grand vision—that in a few years, everyone in China would value martial arts and become a dragon.

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Chapter 40: If Nobody Goes, I Will Go

How many people can come tomorrow?

Qin Wu also had no answer to this question.

The closest answer he could come to was that no one would come. Or rather, only the powerful and wealthy of Chuncheng would come.

Having only recently returned to China, I have no relatives or friends here, and know very few people. I have no family, friends, or fellow martial arts practitioners.

After thinking for a moment, Qin Wu glanced at his two lonely disciples and Natasha, who was busy running around, and smiled bitterly to himself.

When I founded Xingyi School, there were only four people in the school, including myself!

Compared to the prosperity of other sects, it was truly tragic, even less prosperous than the Hong family in the past.

However, one day, my Xingyi School will shine brightly in this world, with disciples everywhere. There will be practitioners of Xingyi Quan in every corner of the world!

Qin Wu pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Tomorrow, let's set up 500 tables."

Li Qiushui nodded: "Okay, then five hundred tables it is."

Five hundred tables of food and drink. In the secular world, this is actually quite extravagant.

Five hundred tables means that at least four or five thousand guests would need to be seated. In the mundane world, who has such a wide circle of friends? It's impossible.

However, in the martial arts community, five hundred tables seemed rather meager.

The deceased Hong Shengyu used to have at least 1,500 tables for his birthday celebrations decades ago.

When Qin Wu challenged him to a duel, the entire mountainside was packed with people, with over a thousand tables set up for the main banquet.

Therefore, in comparison, the five hundred tables set up when Xingyi School was founded seem rather meager.

Li Qiushui was also a martial artist, so she naturally knew these rules of martial arts. Five hundred tables... that's very few, very meager.

But Li Qiushui was filled with boundless confidence: "My master is so talented, creating his own boxing style. One day, my Xingyi Sect will definitely grow bigger and bigger. At that time, I, as the eldest disciple, will probably have tens of thousands of martial artists under my command, right?"

Thinking of this, Li Qiushui's eyes were filled with excitement: "Starting from scratch. In the future, my Xingyi Sect will become powerful. The current temporary poverty is just a prelude to becoming awesome in the future."

Clearly, Li Qiushui is an optimistic person.

The woman with the diamond-studded dress was an optimist. She thought 500 tables was already an exaggeration. Many people don't even make 500 friends in their entire lives, right? But martial artists, whatever they do, start with 500 tables for their banquets...

On the contrary, she felt that the founding of Xingyi School was too grand.

Qin Wu looked around and saw only three people bustling about on the mountainside, with no nannies or servants in sight. He didn't think much of it, after all, he had only been in Chun City for a short time.

"One day, I will make Xingyi Quan flourish. Wherever there are Chinese people in the world, there will be people practicing internal martial arts!"

"One day, Xingyiquan will become the strongest martial art in the world. One day, I will also become a grandmaster and the leader of a school."

Qin Wu murmured something to himself and leaned over the table. He picked up a brush and began to write on the rice paper.

With a few strokes, three large characters appeared on the paper—Xingyimen (形意门).

Other sects, whether founding a new school or opening a martial arts school, are all honored by calligraphy masters or high-ranking officials who personally nominate the names. However, Xingyi School does not currently have this condition, and Qin Wu is indifferent to it, so he will write it himself.

After finishing writing, Qin Wu called out, "Li Qiushui."

"Yes, Master."

Li Qiushui rolled up her sleeves and ran over, her big eyes blinking as she looked at the words on the table: "Master wrote these words? They're so beautiful."

"Find a craftsman to make a rubbing, frame it, and hang it on our mountain gate..."

"Yes!"

"..."

No one is coming?

If there's no one here, then there's no one here.

It's normal to have no support or attention when you first start out.

Qin Wu found it rather strange that no one had arrived early for his mountain-opening ceremony tomorrow. So why were the news outlets rushing to report on him?

Is the person behind this trying to elevate me, or are they trying to ruin me?

Is the intention to elevate my grand opening ceremony to such an extreme that no one will attend to support or visit, and then I'll suffer a terrible fall?

Qin Wu couldn't understand it.

Could there really be such a bored person?

Obviously not...

Meanwhile, in the capital city, within a courtyard house that was once a prince's mansion in the Forbidden City.

A middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit looked at the news with a smile and said softly, "Xingyiquan... a self-created style of boxing, very magical. I really want to see just how magical your Xingyiquan is, and whether it is replicable. If you can promote your style of boxing, hundreds of millions of Chinese people will have another choice."

This middle-aged man was Lu Acai, who had been watching the battle at Chunshan that day.

Few people know that not everyone can become a martial artist.

First, you need to have potential. Some people are naturally suited to practicing Hung Kuen, but they definitely can't learn Bajiquan. Some people are naturally gifted to practice Wing Chun, but they definitely can't learn Iron Wire Fist.

This is also why there are so few martial artists in the world.

This is also why some people praise Qin Wu.

His founding of a martial arts school is different from others. He created a new style of boxing, and if it gains traction, the government wouldn't mind promoting it. Because it means that the people of China will have another option, and another group of people will be able to become martial artists…

After a moment's hesitation, Lu Acai stood up and said softly, "Is anyone going to support him? We don't want him to be snubbed. If no one goes, I'll go tomorrow."

hiss--

The invisible air around them emitted a series of gasping sounds.

Exclamations of surprise came from all directions:

"Master Lu, you mustn't!"

"Grandmasters must not be acted upon lightly!"

"No, no, no."

"No matter is too small when it comes to a Grandmaster. Every move Grandmaster Lu makes will have endless consequences. We must not touch him."

"Master Lu, I guarantee that someone will definitely back him up tomorrow."

"I wonder why Master Lu thinks so highly of this boy who is merely a novice with his bones and muscles resonating?"

"No, no, that won't do! We promise we'll make this the biggest news of tomorrow!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Acai's eyes flashed with a smile, and she said with a grin, "Don't disappoint me. Since I'm going to promote him, then promote him properly."

"Yes!"

That night, dozens of powerful figures set off from the capital, soaring through the clouds and disappearing into the sky...

Chapter 41: Three Bows and Nine Kows

at the same time.

At the foot of Chunshan Mountain, countless reporters and countless residents of Chuncheng gathered.

Everyone wanted to see just how lively the founding ceremony of this sect, the first of its kind in modern Chinese history, really was.

Countless people are discussing it, and everyone is very concerned about how surprised they are by this event.

"Looks like there aren't many people?"

"Why is Chunshan so deserted and desolate?"

"And with so many security guards, it's going too far to not let us go up Chunshan. There's no one around, what are we afraid of going up there?"

"Haha, look at all this news hype. But nobody's showing up?"

"I heard there are only four people on Mount Chun."

"Is someone messing with him? Only four people, and they call that founding a school? And they're hyping it up so much."

"What is Xingyiquan? I've never even heard of it."

"Hahaha, some of the names of our Chinese martial arts are particularly hilarious. Things like Mantis Fist, Monkey Fist, Cat Fist, Tiger Fist... It's so funny."

"Can't you stop looking down on your own country's heritage?"

"That's true. Tell me, what fighting power do monkeys have? Can a mantis beat a human? Yet they have such names."