Journey Through the Heavens: Starting with Chinese Martial Arts!

"Whoosh!" The higher you go, the colder it gets. Because of its high altitude, the higher you go on the Wangmu Immortal Mountain, the colder it gets. Especially now that it is winter, the biting wind howls, and snow falls. A thick layer of snow has accumulated from the foot of the mountain to the top.

In previous years, few people were willing to come here to climb the mountain in winter; they would only consider coming for tourism in summer or spring and autumn.

However, now, a figure is walking up the mountain, each step landing on the snow, with the soles and ankles sinking in, leaving a deep footprint when pulled out.

Chen Jueshang's hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes were covered in frost, but it did not affect his steps at all. Even though he was wearing only a thin garment, he was not afraid of the cold that would drop as he climbed up.

From the beginning until now, Chen Jueshang has been climbing for a full half hour, and has reached the middle of the mountain despite the wind and snow. Looking ahead, there is still a long way to go.

Climbing Mount Wangmu was a spur-of-the-moment idea for him; he acted on impulse and so he climbed the mountain.

"Hoo hoo!" Chen Jueshang slowly climbed the mountain step by step, exhaling hot white steam. His inner source had never dried up, and his blood and qi cooled down. Even if a cold sensation invaded, it would be dispelled by his powerful blood and qi, and his body would always maintain a constant temperature.

And the cause of all this is the Heavenly Tyrant Body.

In addition to absorbable energy, any coldness that is harmful to the body will be forcibly eliminated by the domineering power of the Heavenly Overlord Body, allowing the body to regain its temperature and remain in a constant temperature state forever.

Of course, Chen Jueshang discovered this ability by chance. He didn't know if the original Cangtian Overlord Body had this ability. Even if it didn't, it was possible that the physique reflected by the bronze mirror underwent some kind of benign mutation when it reflected the heavens.

The entire mountain range is now covered in snow, and small animals at the foot and halfway up the mountain are dormant, waiting for spring to revive and bring life back to life.

But none of this mattered to Chen Jueshang. He continued to face the wind and snow, taking steps, one after another, uphill.

……

I don't know how long we walked—an hour? Two hours? Or even longer—but none of that matters anymore!

The moment Chen Jueshang stepped onto the summit of Wangmu Mountain, the wind and snow suddenly stopped, and the sky cleared. However, he had wasted most of his time climbing the mountain, and it was already dark when he reached the top.

The Milky Way overhead is brilliant, like a long river stretching across the sky, with each twinkling star adorning the dome, adding splendor and brilliance.

Chen Jueshang looked down at the shoes that had followed him all the way. Now, as if they had completed their mission, they had a large hole in them, and from the crack, they began to split open, turning into a "big mouth" monster.

"Looks like I'll have to go barefoot down the mountain," Chen Jueshang muttered to himself. He found a slightly more comfortable spot to sit down, propped himself up with his hands behind his back, and gazed at the brilliant starry sky reflected in his eyes.

At that moment, he felt incredibly relaxed and clear-headed. He had walked and seen the scenery along the way, intermittently, yet it was all incredibly beautiful.

Having experienced magnificent landscapes and walked through the mundane world, reading books, observing people, and appreciating scenery, the past three months have been far more wonderful than any previous life.

However, once he returned to Chenjiazhuang, he was once again a young man striving to improve his cultivation level.

Oh right, there's also the winged youth waiting for me to return.

"I wonder what that woman Chen Yuanhuang is doing?" Chen Jueshang took out his phone to check the text messages, but suddenly found that the phone was broken. He shook his head and put the phone back in his pocket.

"I remember the seeker said that the second World Martial Arts Tournament will be held in six months. Counting the time, there are still nearly two months left. I hope to rush back to join in the fun and also spar with other masters of Chinese martial arts."

Looking at the cold, bright full moon hanging high opposite him, Chen Jueshang had an idea. He stood up with a "whoosh". The snow on the mountaintop was not thick, and some places still exposed the black rocks covered by a thin layer of snow. He stepped on the thin snow and began to practice Tiger Fist.

As for why he practices Tiger Fist?

Chen Jueshang believed that practicing this kind of martial art, which tempers the body and blood, would definitely have miraculous effects in a cold environment. He had experienced firsthand how the body and blood could be stimulated to resist the cold when he was halfway up the mountain.

In short, Qi and blood are like a strong man, the physical body is like a house, and cold is also like a strong man.

The strong, healthy man was sleeping soundly at home when suddenly another strong, healthy man barged in, saying he wanted to live with him.

However, the strong and vigorous man had normal tastes, and then he rose up against the cold and strong man, eventually defeating him after many hardships.

Similarly, Chen Jueshang wanted to use the cold of the mountaintop to stimulate the activity of his internal blood and qi, thereby continuing to temper his skin membrane. When his body surface turned golden, it would mean that he had completed the second transformation and could try to break through to the third transformation realm.

As for martial arts techniques in the world of Chinese martial arts, he is temporarily unable to continue improving them, and he does not want to waste too much time.

After all, Tiger Fist is his foundation. While other martial arts styles can be incorporated into Chinese martial arts, until one can improve their level or gain deeper insights, it is best to focus on Tiger Fist.

Sure enough, as Chen Jueshang unleashed his Tiger Fist, he felt his blood and qi gradually boil. Then, guided by the Tiger Fist, most of his blood and qi began to wash over his skin, while a small portion washed over and tempered other parts of his body.

"Sizzle!" As Chen Jueshang's skin turned red, some of the fine snow that originally covered his surface was instantly evaporated, turning into wisps of white vapor. Then, a cold wind blew, and it turned into tiny crystal particles that fell back into the snow.

The cold wind hit him as if he had run into a furnace.

Chen Jueshang was still practicing Tiger Fist, with a faint rumbling and trembling sound within his body, like rolling thunder, dull and oppressive. This was his way of using the simulated thunder to temper his internal organs, tendons, bones, and skin.

This can accelerate the completion of the second physical transformation.

Chen Jueshang had heard many thunderous sounds when he was in Chenjiazhuang, and he had also heard autumn thunder once in the past three months, but he had never seen winter thunder.

Chen Jueshang's eyes were deep and focused, but he kept tempering his skin and muscles, using thunderous sounds to train his whole body internally, and training his muscles, bones and skin externally, while cultivating his breath internally.

Time passed slowly, the night gradually turned from black to deep blue, and finally, the sky cleared.

As dawn broke, Chen Jueshang finally stopped practicing his boxing. He sat on the snow, exhaling and stretching his muscles and skin. He looked towards the rising sun, and the snow on the ground instantly turned into a puddle of water from the steaming blood and qi.

Before long, a rising sun appeared on the horizon, its warm light gradually spreading out, injecting life and vitality into the long, dark night that had lasted for several hours.

"The rising sun brings forth vibrant life!" Chen Jueshang watched the sun slowly rise, feeling its gentle warmth and vitality. Looking down at the smallness below the mountaintop, he felt the vastness of the world and the freedom of all things under the frosty sky, and his heart surged with emotion.

"Who controls the rise and fall of this vast land?" Suddenly, he recalled the "Anthology of Ancient and Modern Poetry" he had read in the Los Angeles Library, and also a line he had read in a poem.

"I control my destiny!"

The moment he finished speaking, Chen Jueshang was suddenly struck by a flash of inspiration.

Hidden strength, achieved!