Journey Through the Heavens: Starting with Chinese Martial Arts!

"Crack!" Chen Jueshang threw a light punch, his entire arm lashing out like a willow branch, causing ripples in the air. The punch then traveled about three zhang (approximately 13 meters) before striking the artificial hill, sending shards of stone flying.

What is the concept of three zhang?

It is more than 13 meters long, and nearly 10 meters long.

The power of Gang Jin can only reach a maximum of three inches in the air before disappearing.

Chen Jueshang, relying solely on the punching power brought about by his physical transformation, could send the opponent flying three zhang (approximately 10 meters) away. If someone with internal energy (罡劲) were to encounter him, they would likely be struck by his punching power from a distance of ten meters before even getting close.

"I should be considered a true practitioner of external force." Chen Jueshang looked at the cracked artificial mountain in the middle and thought to himself that compared to his fist force, his internal force was like a three-inch-old underage boy.

It can only be said that the first realm of the main world, placed in a lower-star world system, is a kind of dimensional reduction attack.

"Huh? What's burning?" Suddenly, Chen Jueshang smelled a burnt smell, turned his head to look at the female clerk standing by the door frame, only to see her exclaim "Ah!" and hurriedly walk back into the house.

Chen Jueshang shook his head: "Now that my physical body has undergone four transformations, unless I have a three-hundred-year-old ginseng, it will be very difficult to continue to improve in the world of martial arts. Forget it, I'll practice martial arts to the Divine Strength level first, and then it'll be time for me to leave."

However, while it is easy to break through Gang Jin, it only focuses on the subtle changes in force. But to break through Shen Jin, one cannot simply rely on hard work.

"What I lack now is foundation and martial arts skills." Chen Jueshang's strength has improved too quickly. Although his mental level has barely kept up, his martial arts foundation is far behind others, and he has nothing of his own.

Chen Jueshang returned to the villa, went upstairs, and went straight to a door. He pushed the door open and entered. The air was filled with the fragrance of books, and the lingering scent of the previous owner remained.

Then, what came into his view was a desk, behind which were two rows of two-meter-high bookshelves filled with books.

This is the study, where Chen Yuanhuang usually reads and writes. As Chen Jueshang approached the desk, he saw a large sheet of paper on it with four elegant characters that read "Heaven rewards diligence."

Chen Jueshang rolled up a large sheet of paper, walked to the wall and hung it up. He then sat down at his desk, picked up a large sheet of paper, spread it out, and began grinding ink. Soon, the ink was ready, and he picked up his brush to write.

At the same time, he also let his heart follow his heart, and his heart followed his pen.

……

Time flies, spring goes and summer comes.

Chen Jueshang stood on the balcony practicing his stances, occasionally practicing Tiger Fist when the mood struck him. Before he knew it, it was noon. After eating and drinking his medicinal meal, he went to his study to continue writing.

For more than two months, this has almost become his interest and hobby. His handwriting, like himself, has become more and more rounded, restrained, and sharp without being ostentatious. Although it is not as delicate as Chen Yuanhuang's handwriting, it has developed its own unique style.

Of course, this does not mean that Chen Jueshang's domineering intent is not evident. On the contrary, his domineering intent has moved from the inside out to his very bones, and he exudes a noble purple aura from the inside out.

The changes in force were even more mysterious. Chen Jueshang felt that he could decipher the mystery at any time and step into the realm of Gang Jin, but he was in no hurry. The more critical the moment, the more stable one's mindset should be. Breakthroughs in the Chinese martial arts system ultimately depend on the mental level.

"Swish, swish, swish!" Chen Jueshang picked up his pen, the tip penetrating the back of the paper with powerful strokes, and quickly wrote twelve majestic characters.

"On this vast earth, all things live freely; who controls their destiny?"

Chen Jueshang put down his brush, lowered his eyes, and stared at the words on the paper, his thoughts seemingly drawn back to the scene on the top of Wangmu Mountain.

Beneath the vast sky, atop the mountains, a young man sat on the snow, gazing up at the boundless starry night sky. His heart churned, and he began practicing his fist techniques until dawn broke. Looking up at the rising sun, he then looked down upon the endless, snow-covered earth and proclaimed loudly: "Vast earth, I am the master of destiny!"

And that boy was him!

At this moment, what Chen Jueshang saw was not words, but his intent, his fist intent. These twelve words perfectly interpreted the magnificent fist intent!

But soon the white paper supporting it suddenly crumbled, and the twelve large characters turned into fragments.

The paper was shattered by his magnetic field.

"Although my boxing philosophy is lofty, it ultimately cannot be fully realized in the world of Chinese martial arts. Confined to a corner of the world, how can I talk about controlling my own destiny?"

Chen Jueshang thought of the vastness of the main world. Even now, he could not control his own destiny in the main world. He felt that endless terror was coming in the future, but he was fearless.

Chen Jueshang left the study. As he left, his clothes trembled, and he moved downstairs.

Menghe was still dressed as a maid. She sat on the sofa with unfocused eyes, clearly lost in thought.

"You can go back now," Chen Jueshang's voice rang out.

Upon hearing this, Menghe's eyes instantly brightened. Thinking she had made a mistake and that this young master Chen was going to kick her out, she immediately stood up and tried to beg for forgiveness: "Young master Chen, I was wrong, can you please not kick me out?"

Chen Jueshang looked at Meng He curiously and asked, "I'm leaving. Are you planning to stay here?"

"Huh? Where are you going?" Menghe asked, but then realized what she meant and quickly shook her head: "Young Master Chen, are you coming back? Or, how long are you going to be gone?"

Chen Jueshang said, "I'm not coming back. I want to travel around. Before I leave, I want to go to the capital to see your young lady."

"Then I wish you a safe journey," Menghe said.

After leaving the villa, Chen Jueshang crossed the river and headed north from Xiamen, his destination being Beijing. He needed to tell her before leaving China.

……

Beijing.

The summer heat in mid-June was unlike the muggy heat of the south, but it still made most of the soldiers secretly complain, though they dared not.

Because the instructor of this unit was Chen Yuanhuang.

"Has no one eaten?" Chen Yuanhuang, wearing a military cap and uniform, frowned as he looked at the soldiers. His eyes were sharp, and if he saw anyone slacking off, he would immediately kick them.

No one dared to answer; they all remained as silent as quails.

Suddenly, Chen Yuanhuang's phone vibrated in her pocket. She took it out and saw it was Uncle Fu calling, so she answered, "Uncle Fu, what's wrong?"

"Miss, your friend has arrived in the capital."

"Friends? Where would I get them from..." Chen Yuanhuang suddenly realized something was wrong; she seemed to actually have some. "Uncle Fu, please entertain them first. I'll go over now."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yuanhuang looked at the soldiers in front of him and said, "Dismissed."

With that, she strode away.

At this moment, a guest arrived at the Chen family and was personally received by Old Master Chen. Occasionally, Old Master Chen's concerned words could be heard from the reception room.

"Xiao Shang! How old are you this year? Have you taken a fancy to that girl Yuanhuang?" Old Master Chen looked at Chen Jueshang beside him with a kind face and a smile in his eyes, very satisfied.

Chen Jueshang's hand trembled slightly, but he quickly recovered and calmly took a sip of tea to calm his nerves.

Old Master Chen's words are truly astounding!

Uncle Fu, standing behind Grandpa Chen, also felt his heart skip a beat.

"Grandpa, I'm only thirteen years old, and I'm passionate about martial arts. I'm not interested in marriage. Sister Yuanhuang can find someone better," Chen Jueshang replied, putting down his teacup.

"Old man, you don't need to trouble yourself with my marriage." Chen Yuanhuang strode in, his military uniform exuding a decisive and efficient air, his phoenix eyes looking at Chen Jueshang sitting in the guest seat.

When Grandpa Chen saw his granddaughter come in and realized that the two had something to say, he got up and had Uncle Fu help him leave. Before leaving, he said to Chen Jueshang, "Little Shang, think it over."

After Old Master Chen left, Chen Yuanhuang sat down in the main seat with an air of authority, turning to look at Chen Jueshang: "Why did you suddenly come to the capital?"

"I'm going abroad, and I came here to see you and let you know."