Chapter 6

"Of course I can understand it." Chen Fan sneered inwardly.

The True Martial Immortal Sect is also known as the top combat sect in the world of cultivation!

From the most basic body-strengthening techniques to the killing methods of sword immortals, it covers everything and excels in everything. As the top expert of the True Martial Immortal Sect, what kind of physical combat techniques has he not seen? The woman's boxing technique looked as naive as a three-year-old child to him.

Even the 'Thirty-Six Styles of True Martial' practiced by the lowest-level disciples of the True Martial Immortal Sect was far more profound than this woman's boxing technique.

That was a physical combat technique practiced by the servants and low-ranking disciples of the True Martial Immortal Sect. True cultivators had long abandoned such primitive combat techniques.

However, Chen Fan did not want to argue with her and did not want to reveal his identity as a cultivator, so he apologized straightforwardly:

"I really can't understand it. I shook my head because of something else. I'm very sorry."

"If you can't understand it, don't shake your head randomly..." The woman was about to continue, but the old man in a Tang suit suddenly shouted, "Ziqing, come back. They have already apologized."

"Okay, Grandpa."

The woman named Ziqing turned around and answered, then glared at Chen Fan fiercely before turning to walk back to the old man.

Chen Fan shook his head; this was truly a disaster from the sky.

He looked at the old man in the Tang suit again and found that he also possessed inner strength, and it was much more substantial than the woman with the ponytail.

In terms of quantity alone, the old man in the Tang suit was roughly at the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment realm, higher than Chen Fan's current cultivation. Ziqing, on the other hand, was just a beginner, not even at the early stage of the Foundation Establishment realm.

Of course, cultivators and martial artists cannot be compared so simply.

The quantity might not differ much, but the quality was vastly different. It was like the difference between a piece of tofu and a steel knife. No matter how much or how big the tofu was, it would be split in two by a single strike.

Chen Fan could take on ten of the old man in the Tang suit with one hand.

After figuring this out, his curiosity was almost exhausted, and he no longer watched Ziqing continue her boxing. Instead, he found a willow tree nearby, sat down cross-legged, and began to cultivate.

He quickly entered a state of cultivation. As the 'Void Body Strengthening Technique' operated, a vacuum period appeared around him.

Chen Fan's unusual behavior naturally caught the attention of the old man in the Tang suit and Ziqing. Everyone was there to exercise in the morning, so who would come and sit under a willow tree to sleep?

"Huh?"

After watching for a while, the old man in the Tang suit suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"What's wrong, Grandpa?" Ziqing asked curiously.

"Look at him carefully, what's different about him." The old man's face gradually showed a serious expression.

"What's different?" Ziqing frowned and continued to observe, but found nothing different.

"Pay attention to his breathing." The old man reminded her.

Only then did Ziqing notice that the annoying kid who had disturbed her practice earlier was breathing in such a way that his chest would rise high and then slowly sink, like a bellows. Even two faint white vapors were being exhaled from his nostrils, stretching and contracting with his breath, like two playful snakes. It was hard to notice if you didn't look closely.

"What is this?" Ziqing's eyebrows furrowed.

"This is a very advanced internal cultivation technique. It's said that only the martial arts masters of certain ancient sects can achieve this. This kind of breathing requires extremely powerful lung strength, allowing one to hold their breath underwater for a long time," the old man said, word by word. "I never thought I would see such a master in my lifetime, and he is so young. It's truly unbelievable."

"Hmph." The woman with the ponytail was不服气 (unconvinced) and coldly snorted, "It's just breathing a bit harder. What's so great about it? Grandpa, you're overestimating him."

"You, you. You don't know the vastness of the world." The old man in the Tang suit shook his head affectionately. "Such a master can't be achieved in just a few years. I've only heard of them in legends, never seen one. They can kill with just a breath, without even moving their hands."

"Is it really that powerful?" A hint of doubt flashed in Ziqing's eyes.

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something. "Wait, if he's a master, then when he shook his head earlier, it wasn't because he couldn't understand, but because he looked down on my boxing technique, right?"

"Alright, Grandpa, you're praising him to the skies. Let me test him later." Ziqing suddenly realized, and a surge of anger rose in her heart.

"Ah!" Seeing his granddaughter eager to try, the old man in the Tang suit could only sigh helplessly.

However, he didn't plan to stop her. This young man in front of him might be a master, but he had a life of military service and had faced countless dangers. He was not afraid, especially since it was just a normal sparring match.

They didn't wait long. About half an hour later, the young man sitting under the willow tree opened his mouth and exhaled a puff of white vapor. The vapor shot out like a ribbon for several meters, leaving a trail in the air, a bit longer than the day before.

"Indeed, he is a master." The old man in the Tang suit's eyes narrowed.

"It's fine, Brother Qi is here. No matter how powerful he is, can he be more powerful than a gun? In modern society, there are no martial arts masters who are not afraid of guns."

Ziqing was bold and fearless, though surprised, she was not afraid.

Unlike her grandfather, she had been pampered since birth and had never encountered a true martial arts master, so she had the courage of a young bull that fears no tiger.

The young man standing by the SUV also noticed what was happening and had already walked over. He had a stern face, and his hand was behind his waist, as if ready to pull out something at any moment.

Chen Fan finished his cultivation and stood up, feeling a bit dissatisfied.

This cultivation site was indeed faster for cultivation than other places, but it was far from the speed of directly absorbing the spiritual energy from the medicine yesterday.

He turned around and was surprised to find that the woman with the ponytail and the old man in the Tang suit had not left but were standing nearby watching him.

Seeing him wake up, the old man in the Tang suit smiled and approached, bowing and saying, "I didn't know you were also a fellow martial artist. I am Wei Fu. May I ask where you come from and who your master is?"

"Wei Fu?"

Seems like I've heard this name somewhere?

Chen Fan didn't pay much attention. In his previous life, he had met countless people over five hundred years, so it was impossible to remember them all.

Seeing the attitude of the grandfather and granddaughter, he guessed they had misunderstood something about his cultivation earlier.

Chen Fan shook his head and said, "I'm not a martial artist. If I must say, I'm a cultivator."

Cultivators couldn't be mentioned, as they wouldn't understand.

On Earth, the closest thing to cultivators were the ancient Taoist legends of alchemists, Taoists, and celestial masters, who were essentially cultivators.

"Cultivator? From the Daoist sect?" The old man in the Tang suit was puzzled. Are there martial artists in the Daoist sect?

"Grandpa, stop wasting time with him. Let me test him first." Ziqing looked at Chen Fan coldly, "I asked you why you shook your head, and you said you couldn't understand. Were you lying? If you have the skills, come and test me."

"Is this a challenge for a duel?"

Chen Fan found it quite novel. For how many years had no one dared to challenge the 'Northern Mystic Immortal' of the True Martial Immortal Sect, especially a beautiful and graceful girl.

"Should I satisfy you or satisfy you?"

But bullying a young girl felt like it would tarnish his reputation as the Northern Mystic Immortal.

Facing the spirited woman with the ponytail, Chen Fan spread his hands and said, "I'm just a cultivator, and I only know a bit of qi cultivation. I'm not skilled in weapons or combat. You've misunderstood."

"Hmph, you looked at my boxing with a disdainful face just now, and now you're pretending to be innocent. Do you think I'm a three-year-old?" The woman in the white training suit coldly snorted, not believing it at all.

"Little friend, a friendly sparring match is nothing. My granddaughter, though not a master, has some skill in the family boxing technique. You can guide her." The old man in the Tang suit also persuaded.

Although he said this, he was still a bit surprised.

After introducing himself, the young man showed no recognition, which disappointed him but also relieved him. After all, he had encountered many people who became overly respectful upon recognizing his identity.

"Ah."

Chen Fan shook his head. Seeing Ziqing already in a fighting stance, he knew he had to show his skills.

He plucked a leaf from a nearby willow branch, gathered his true essence, and flicked it with his finger.

"Whoosh!"

A black shadow shot out instantly, as fast as lightning, passing by the woman's cheek and finally hitting a willow tree several meters away.

"Thud!" It sounded like a bullet hitting wood. The willow tree, as thick as a bowl, trembled violently, and leaves fell like rain.

"Be careful!"

The old man in the Tang suit's face changed the moment the black shadow shot out, but he was too late to warn her.

"Is this?" Ziqing was stunned. Her long hair on the right side was cut off at the root, and her crystal earring fell.

She touched her cheek and found a trace of blood. Turning around, she saw a willow leaf embedded in the tree, as hard as iron, penetrating deep into the wood.

"Leaves and flowers can be used to injure?"

The old man in the Tang suit's heart raced. Seeing his granddaughter was unharmed, he let out a sigh of relief.

He smiled bitterly and said, "I never thought I would see such martial arts in my lifetime. It's truly amazing. Not just my granddaughter, even I would not be able to withstand a single strike from you."

After saying this, he bowed deeply, "It turns out we are in the presence of a grandmaster. My granddaughter and I were too rash."

The old man in the Tang suit was deeply shaken. He had thought he had overestimated Chen Fan, but this young man was actually an unparalleled martial arts grandmaster.

Only he understood what Chen Fan's skill meant. To achieve what Chen Fan did, one had to be a grandmaster of the martial arts world, a towering figure, and there were only a few in all of China.

Ziqing ignored the wound on her face. She ran to the willow tree, plucked the leaf embedded in the tree, and looked at Chen Fan in disbelief:

"You used this soft leaf to cut my hair and earring and even embedded it in the tree. How is this possible?"

Even the young man standing nearby, ready to draw his gun, was stunned.

He had followed his leader for many years and had never seen such martial arts before, leaving him speechless. If he encountered an enemy like Chen Fan, wouldn't a single leaf or a piece of paper be enough to kill him, and faster than he could draw his gun?

Too terrifying!

Cold sweat poured down his back.