Chapter 4

Hai Cheng, nestled by the mountains and the sea, has a pleasant climate, especially during this season, which is considered the most beautiful time of the year.

In the tidy stadium, many students were running.

On the stands, a few pairs of male and female students were cuddling together, whispering sweet nothings, as if no one else was around.

Upon reaching the stadium, Lu Li did not immediately start practicing his martial arts. Instead, he first did a half-hour warm-up exercise before walking to a corner of the playground.

"I must enter the Xiantian realm."

The Xiantian realm might be difficult for ordinary people, but for Lu Li, it was not a challenge at all.

In the first eight cycles, he had at least twice touched the threshold of the Xiantian realm, and during the time of the Celestial Master, he had even entered the Xiantian realm.

With experience and after careful consideration, he decided to take a dual approach: practicing the ancient martial art San Yang Quan from his first cycle while simultaneously brewing the Da Pei Yuan Soup.

San Yang Quan is fierce and powerful, embodying the utmost yang and strength. Although it originates from the Xuan Kong Quan of the Shaolin 72 Special Techniques, it has its own unique cultivation method and techniques. Only when both are combined can it be considered true ancient martial arts; otherwise, it is merely a street performance.

In his first cycle, he apprenticed under a Shaolin monk, practicing diligently for ten years to achieve a small success, then for twenty years to achieve a great success, and another ten years to refine it, ultimately forming the perfect San Yang Quan.

Later, he used San Yang Quan to establish a formidable reputation, fighting for thirty years on the battlefield, with few opponents able to match him for more than ten moves.

In addition to San Yang Quan, the Da Pei Yuan Soup was also his creation.

During his sixth cycle, as a renowned Chinese physician, he spent twenty-seven years experimenting with hundreds of formulas before finally succeeding in developing it.

It strengthens the body, consolidates the foundation, and has significant effects.

However, the ingredients for the Da Pei Yuan Soup are extremely precious. Without considering whether these precious ingredients are available in the present day, even if they were, he probably could not afford them. Therefore, in addition to practicing San Yang Quan, earning money has become one of his most important tasks.

Bending his knees slightly, extending his arms, he let his breath follow his will, and his will follow his heart.

San Yang Quan is the embodiment of yang and strength, emphasizing fearlessness and relentless advancement.

"Hey."

Lu Li slowly adjusted his breathing. When he reached a certain point, he suddenly shouted and turned to deliver a powerful punch.

His movements became faster and more forceful, the momentum of his punches was astonishing, like a thousand horses galloping, and a gentle breeze began to swirl around him, initially from the sea, but upon closer inspection, it was always circling around his body.

"Ha."

With the experience of practicing San Yang Quan to the peak of the Houtian realm in his previous life, Lu Li originally thought that without the help of the Da Pei Yuan Soup, it would take at least a month to achieve a small success. However, after completing a round of San Yang Quan, he was shocked to find that a thread of San Yang internal energy had already formed in his dantian.

In less than an hour, he had already entered the door, which was unimaginable before.

"Could I be a once-in-a-millennium martial arts genius?"

He immediately dismissed this thought. As a divine physician comparable to Hua Tuo, he was well aware of his physical condition. While he was healthy, he was certainly not a martial arts genius.

"Regardless, at this rate, I will definitely achieve a small success in a week. By then, unless they use guns, it will take dozens of people to discipline me; otherwise, they will only be beaten."

The low growls from the corner of the stadium did not attract anyone's attention, except for a couple of pairs of lovers who were quite dissatisfied with this classmate who kept making noise, finding his behavior truly despicable.

At 5:30 AM the next morning, the sun had not yet risen, and Lu Li appeared at the stadium again.

The moment the sun rises is highly valued in both the ancient martial arts world and the cultivation world.

The purple qi from the east is the most concentrated, and practicing at this time is twice as effective.

Since he arrived very early, there were only three people in the stadium. Lu Li glanced around, and his expression became strange.

"Xia Qingxuan is here too, what bad luck!"

He went to the corner from last night, stood proudly, and continuously adjusted his breathing. When the sun peeked out, he quickly entered a state of cultivation.

At this time, one minute of cultivation is as effective as an hour of practice at other times.

The sun finally rose completely. Seeing that it was still early, Lu Li stopped his cultivation and continued to familiarize himself with the techniques of San Yang Quan.

Given the many idle people in the stadium, he did not practice with the cultivation method but only the techniques.

As a result, unless one was a true expert in ancient martial arts, it would be difficult to see anything special in this set of movements, at most it would seem more intense than Tai Chi.

After practicing for half an hour, Lu Li stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and planned to return.

At that moment, he suddenly heard someone ask, "Classmate, what kind of boxing are you practicing?"

Lu Li turned around and, upon seeing the person in front of him, his heart stirred.

The person in front of him, despite his white hair, had vigorous qi and blood, indicating that he was likely practicing an internal martial art, and a genuine one with a cultivation method, otherwise he would not be in such a state.

Regaining his composure, Lu Li bowed and greeted, "Teacher, hello."

"Hehe, young man, the boxing you practice is grand and ancient. What kind of boxing is this?"

"San Yang Quan."

"San Yang Quan?" The old man frowned and muttered, "I've never heard of it."

"San Yang Quan is derived from the Xuan Kong Quan of the Shaolin 72 Special Techniques and was later improved by a senior, so it is not well-known," Lu Li explained with a smile.

The old man's eyes showed admiration, "Is this a family tradition? It's rare for young people nowadays to have such perseverance."

"I don't like running much, and my body is weak, so I use it to exercise."

The old man smiled warmly at Lu Li, "Nowadays, people think martial arts have declined, but they don't realize that martial arts have not declined; they just haven't encountered true martial arts. You're a good young man, keep up the good work."

The old man turned and left. Lu Li watched his back, and his desire to cultivate the Nine Cycles of the Red Dust became even stronger.

There are many hidden dragons and tigers among the people!

This old man was very strong, and to defeat him, he would need to cultivate San Yang Quan to near great success.

If a university professor had such strength, how much more hidden strength would the true ancient martial arts families have, which was probably beyond imagination.

"My strength is still too weak!"

Lu Li sighed inwardly. Glancing around, he did not see Xia Qingxuan, indicating that she had already left. For some reason, his heart suddenly stirred.

Despite cycling through eight lives, his romantic life was quite simple.

Firstly, free love was not popular in those times, and bullying and dominating others was more common. For example, during the years when he was a landlord, he often led his lackeys to harm virtuous women.

Secondly, although he knew his past and present lives, his main personality was based on his current life. At this age, with the budding of youth, it was natural to have some feelings for an outstanding girl like Xia Qingxuan.

Standing there for a moment, Lu Li quickly regained his composure. He looked around, feeling a bit guilty.

"Is this what it feels like to be a creepy uncle?"

With his experience, Xia Qingxuan was just a little girl, and if his lineage did not perish, he could be her ancestor. Having such feelings made him feel extremely awkward.

Deciding to quickly adjust his mindset, he clenched his fists and muttered to himself, "Without entering the Xiantian realm, everything will be in vain. I will start my money-making plan tomorrow."

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