Martial Arts Across the Heavens: Becoming a Martial God Starting from the Big Boss in Tangshan

Inside Po Chi Lam, the study light was still on.

Huang Feihong sat at the table, intently looking at the several books laid out in front of him.

One of them is "Xingyiquan Shuyi".

He himself is extremely proficient in Xingyi Quan.

Now, comparing the book with its unique explanations of the application of force and the coordination of internal organs, I suddenly feel that many of the vague insights I had when practicing boxing have become clear.

New ideas have emerged regarding the fusion and transformation of the tiger and crane forms.

Another book is "Annotations on Wudang Nine Palaces Sword Techniques", which details the principles of footwork, orientation, and sword posture changes.

These are all tangible improvements in military strength.

The impact of "Das Kapital" on him was completely different.

Those martial arts manuals improved his strength, but this book truly enlightened him!

Although he had previously witnessed the cruelty of foreigners, the exorbitant taxes levied by the government, and the suffering of the people, he did not understand the root of these problems.

But after reading this book, most of the answers in his mind were explained.

He was sometimes shocked, sometimes enlightened, sometimes indignant, but mostly lost in thought.

Huang Feihong closed the book, let out a long sigh, and looked at Huang Feihong with a complicated expression.

Aunt Thirteen gently walked in with a cup of tea, placed it on the table, and said softly:

"Feihong, it's so late, why aren't you resting? What are you looking at so intently?"

Huang Feihong snapped out of his daze, rubbed his temples, and took the tea:

"Not tired at all. The books Brother Chen gave me are very useful and I have benefited greatly from them."

Seeing his expression, Aunt Thirteen couldn't help but say:

"Feihong, I feel... you've changed a lot lately."

"It's changed?" Wong Fei-hung was taken aback.

"Hmm." Aunt Thirteen nodded. "The day I came back, you were happy, but there seemed to be a heavy burden on your mind in your eyes."

"But later, especially after you met Mr. Chen and went to his factory, you seemed to feel much more relaxed."

"He practices the new boxing techniques with Shi Rong and the others every day, and they smile more now."

"He even asked me to take pictures of you, learn about steam engines, and ask me a lot of questions about Western countries... These were things you used to be somewhat resistant to or unwilling to think about."

She paused, then smiled and said:

"Not only you, but Shi Rong, Asu, and Kai are all more energetic than before."

Huang Feihong was stunned and thought about it carefully.

Yes, I have indeed changed.

What were you worried about before?

I worry about Lord Liu Yongfu's future, I worry about the future of the Black Flag Army brothers, I worry about the weakness of the country and the suffering of the people.

Despite his martial arts and medical skills, he seemed to have nowhere to put them to use.

That heavy sense of powerlessness often weighed on my heart.

But now… Chen Wen’s appearance, that pharmaceutical factory, those plans, those words, and these mind-opening books in his hands…

It was as if a lamp had been lit in the thick fog, illuminating a path forward.

The burden on his shoulders did not lessen, but in his heart, he found his direction!

It feels like... I've returned to the time when I first joined Lord Liu Yongfu's uprising and fought alongside my Black Flag Army brothers.

He subconsciously murmured to himself:

"Lord Liu... Chen Wen..."

"What?" Aunt Thirteen didn't hear clearly.

Just as Wong Fei-hung was about to explain, his brows furrowed and his expression changed drastically:

"What's that smell? It smells burnt!"

He suddenly stood up, rushed to the window, and pushed it open.

Outside Po Chi Lam, flames were raging and thick smoke was billowing out!

"Oh no! There's a fire!"

Huang Feihong was furious and shouted at Aunt Thirteen.

"Hurry! Let's go to the open space in the backyard!"

"Tooth-cheeked Su! Ling Yunkai! Bring men out! Get water to put out the fire!"

But at that very moment...

Whoosh whoosh!

Rockets pierced the sky and shot into the courtyard, embedding themselves in the pillars and piles of medicinal herbs, instantly igniting even more fires!

"Rocket! It wasn't an accident!"

Huang Feihong initially thought there had been an accident outside, but seeing those rockets now, how could he not understand?

Someone deliberately set the fire to kill them!

The answer is already clear; Chen Wen had already warned him!

"The Shahe Gang!"

With bloodshot eyes, Huang Feihong roared furiously, his body surging with power, ready to charge out.

However, he had something even more important to do!

"Save lives! Save lives and medicine first!"

He forcibly suppressed his boiling murderous intent, turned around and rushed towards the nearest bonfire, pounding on it with all his might.

The fire, fueled by the wind, spread extremely quickly.

Baozhilin is located in a street alley, and the surrounding neighbors were alarmed, so they all came to help with buckets and bowls.

Unfortunately, the fire was too fierce, and pouring water from buckets and basins was like a drop in the ocean.

Everyone exerted all their strength, shouting and running.

They worked until almost dawn before finally extinguishing the last remaining flame.

The raging flames were finally extinguished.

But Baozhilin is now just a charred, broken wall and rubble, with a strong smell of burning still lingering in the air.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached.

Chen Wen arrived in a hurry with Lin Shirong and a dozen or so militiamen.

Lin Shirong's face turned pale when he saw Huang Feihong standing frozen in front of the ruins, his face covered in soot. He rushed over in a few steps.

"Master! Master, are you alright? Aunt Thirteen and the others..."

"Everyone's alright, everyone's alright." Huang Feihong's voice was hoarse and dry, revealing deep exhaustion. He looked at the devastation before him, his eyes filled with endless pain.

"But... Baozhilin is gone."

He slowly raised his hand, gripping a folding fan tightly in his grasp.

It was a parting gift from Liu Yongfu, and the fan bore the inscription "Unequal Treaty" written by Liu Yongfu himself.

The intention was to remind him not to forget the national humiliation.

At this moment, the fan surface was charred black, especially the character "不" (not), which had been burned away.

It became an "equal treaty".

This is incredibly ironic!

Wong Fei-hung gripped the fan tightly in his hand, his chest churning with grief, guilt, and an unventable rage.

Chen Wen stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the ruins, and sighed deeply:

"It's the Shahe Gang."

Wong Fei-hung's body trembled, he lowered his head, and his voice was filled with self-reproach:

"Brother Chen...it was my fault for not heeding your warning and for not being careful enough..."

"This isn't the time to talk about this," Chen Wen interrupted him. "People from the factory have also gone there."

"However, everyone was well prepared and successfully captured all those people. Now Master Yan is guarding the factory with the remaining men. But... we haven't seen Qiu Ba."

Wong Fei-hung suddenly looked up:

"Qiu Ba? He's here! I glimpsed him directing operations on the street corner when the fire started, but he ran away in the chaos as the fire intensified!"

A cold glint flashed in Chen Wen's eyes.

"In that case, gather men and capture him immediately!"

Huang Feihong nodded emphatically, his grief and indignation transforming into a fierce determination:

"Yes! Arrest them and hand them over to the authorities. They dared to burn down Po Chi Lam; they must pay the price!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Wen was completely stunned.

Lin Shirong, standing behind Chen Wen, along with the other militia members, all looked at Huang Feihong with disbelief.

Lin Shirong was so anxious that he shouted out:

"Send it to the authorities? Master! What authorities? If it's not an official..."

"Not what?" A sinister voice suddenly came from behind the group, interrupting Lin Shirong.

Everyone was startled and turned around at the same time.

They saw that Admiral Fucha was riding a tall horse, dressed in official robes, and followed by a large group of yamen runners armed with knives and clubs, who had already surrounded them.