Journey Through the Heavens: Starting with Chinese Martial Arts!

"Hmm?" Chen Yuanhuang noticed Chen Jueshang's unusual behavior, so she stopped practicing her fist techniques and stared at him with her phoenix eyes. When she saw the other's bright eyes, her expression showed slight surprise: "Is this... an epiphany?"

Chen Jueshang was so engrossed in the feeling of enlightenment that he was completely unaware of the changes in the outside world. He focused all his attention on Xingyi Quan, replicating Chen Yuanhuang's movements from his memory.

Of course, practicing boxing is not just about resembling the form; it also requires specific breathing patterns and rhythms, otherwise it will be difficult to achieve anything significant.

As for the flow of energy and the integration of energy, Chen Jueshang had practiced Tiger Fist for six years and, with the addition of the Heavenly Overlord Body, his entire body was filled with energy, so he did not need Chen Yuanhuang's help to flow energy.

Watching Chen Jueshang practice his boxing with complete focus and absorption, Chen Yuanhuang turned around and left with light steps.

A short while later, she returned, carrying a white plastic bag filled with breakfasts sold by the roadside.

Chen Jueshang was still practicing his boxing. Chen Yuanhuang raised an eyebrow. From the perspective of someone with Dan Jin strength, she felt that the opponent's Fang Yi Quan was almost ready.

So she put her index and middle fingers together, pointed them like a sword, and gently touched Chen Jueshang's waist and chest.

Immediately, Chen Jueshang felt his breathing become much easier, and even his Xingyi Quan movements became much smoother. He knew that Chen Yuanhuang was helping him to learn Xingyi Quan more quickly.

"Keep practicing, stop when you're tired." Chen Yuanhuang's voice rang out, and then she walked to the only bench there, sat down, and picked up a steamed bun to eat.

The buns are soft, tender, and flavorful. As soon as you bite into one, a thick, fresh juice oozes out, followed by bits of meat.

Chen Jueshang suddenly smelled the aroma of meat, and his mind went blank. He turned his head to look in the direction from which the aroma was coming, and saw Chen Yuanhuang with her long legs crossed, leaning against the bench, holding a white steamed bun in one hand and soy milk in the other.

Seeing Chen Jueshang looking over, she raised an eyebrow: "What are you looking at? Keep practicing. Didn't you want to learn boxing? Learning boxing requires complete focus. If you can't even stand the smell of meat, how can you talk about practicing boxing?"

Chen Jueshang shrugged and continued practicing Xingyi Quan.

……

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. The fog dissipated and the clouds parted, and the morning sunlight shone on the ground, turning it golden.

"Hoo!" Chen Jueshang exhaled deeply, facing the morning sun, stopped his fist and finished his stance, and walked straight to sit down next to Chen Yuanhuang.

Then, he grabbed the plastic bag next to him, unceremoniously took out a steamed bun that had long since gone cold and started eating it, and then picked up a cup of cold soy milk.

After practicing for an hour, he was starving.

"It's time to go back." Chen Yuanhuang didn't give Chen Jueshang a chance to sit on the warm bench. She patted her hands and got up, pulling him up with her.

Chen Jueshang looked at her and asked, "By the way, if I report you for abusing a twelve-year-old child like this, won't you go to jail?"

"Just say you're my son, and the law won't hold you accountable." Chen Yuanhuang smiled, but quickly straightened up: "Let's go back."

The two retraced their steps and, after walking for a short while, returned to Tianxing Lake.

However, just as the two approached the villa, they suddenly saw a person standing in front of the villa. He was dressed in white, not only in white clothes but also in white hair. His whole body was white, like that of an albino.

However, Chen Jueshang, seeing from afar, noticed with his keen observation that the person was different from most albinism patients. The person's whiteness was not pale, nor snow-white, but a crystal-clear white, like a bright white snow crystal.

Moreover, although the man's posture appeared relaxed, every inch of his skin was trembling rhythmically, making it clear at a glance that he was a master.

Chen Yuanhuang definitely knows him.

Chen Jueshang turned his head to look at Chen Yuanhuang and found that her eyes were serious. Her originally sharp eyebrows deepened even more, and then turned into frowns, contemplation and uncertainty.

"The two do know each other, but judging from their appearance, they are probably enemies rather than friends." Chen Jueshang's youthful face showed a thoughtful expression: "If Chen Yuanhuang and that person fight, I wonder if I can take the opportunity to scheme against him with my current strength."

As Chen Jueshang and Chen Yuanhuang saw that person, the other party also noticed their gazes and looked over with a pair of calm and profound eyes.

He first glanced at Chen Jueshang, and then looked at Chen Yuanhuang.

The man smiled and took a step forward, so fast that before the eyes could even catch a glimpse of his movement, he was already in front of the two.

Only then did Chen Jueshang see the other person's face clearly: a jade-like face, three-dimensional features, and deep eyes that shone like stars in the Milky Way. Moreover, he could feel the aura of the person in front of him, which was as deep and unfathomable as a mountain.

At least for now, the white-haired man in front of him is no less dangerous than the winged youth he was before he transmigrated.

"Seeker of the Dao, what do you want from me here?" Chen Yuanhuang asked coldly, his handsome face as cold as ice, his eyes as heavy as ancient ice.

"Is this your disciple?" The white-haired man, known as the Seeker of the Dao, did not answer, but instead focused his gaze on Chen Jueshang.

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't?" Chen Yuanhuang pulled Chen Jueshang behind him, his gaze meeting that of the seeker of the Dao. Instantly, it was as if two different and repulsive auras were colliding.

The seeker withdrew his gaze and spoke, his voice gentle and calm: "I have come here to inform you that in six months, I will be holding the Second World Martial Arts Tournament in Tianshan."

"Are you courting death? You and I both know how my master died last time. There's no way forward beyond the Divine Strength realm," Chen Yuanhuang said.

The seeker shook his head: "My time is running out. I've lived from modern times to now, almost 150 years, and my end is near. If I don't give it my all and try to glimpse that divine power, how can I be content?"

After saying this, he turned and left, while Chen Jueshang vaguely heard a voice echoing: "Seeking the Dao, seeking the Dao, I have been seeking the Dao with all my heart for decades. Do not let worldly desires leave only regret. Our predecessors have paved the way, and those who follow will leave their names behind..."

As Chen Yuanhuang watched the seeker leave, a hint of sorrow crept onto his cold face. It wasn't sadness at the seeker's departure, but rather despair at the impending doom of Chinese martial arts.

Even with unparalleled talent and exceptional comprehension, one will eventually turn into a handful of dust.

Watching the seekers of the Dao gradually disappear into the distance, Chen Jueshang finally sighed, "Truly, time is a cruel knife that cuts down even the most talented!"

He is not from this world. The upper limit of his world is very high, and there is no possibility of cutting off his path. Therefore, it is difficult for him to empathize with the feelings of those who seek the Dao, just as the supreme beings of the Immortal Realm cannot empathize with the emperors of a certain world.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuanhuang trembled slightly, glanced at Chen Jueshang, and walked towards the villa gate.

Chen Jueshang walked beside her and asked, "Sister Huang, can you tell me about the first World Martial Arts Tournament?"

"Call me Master and I'll tell you."

"Master."

As soon as Chen Yuanhuang finished speaking, she heard Chen Jueshang's words and was immediately taken aback. She looked at him and smiled, "Since you've called me that, let me tell you."

"This woman is such a fickle creature!" Chen Jueshang thought to himself, gaining a deeper understanding of Chen Yuanhuang. On the surface, she was domineering and powerful, but inside she was a completely different person.

In layman's terms, it's the type that's cold on the outside but sweet on the inside.