Chapter 59: Shattered Martial Heart!

On the martial arts ground, a deathly silence reigned.

Even the rustling sound of the sea breeze brushing against the peach leaves seemed to have vanished.

Only that person's heavy breathing remained, suppressed and labored.

Qu Qu Lingfeng and the other three were already stunned, like wooden chickens.

As if they had been struck by the legendary Immobilization Technique.

They stared blankly at the majestic black giant snake in the arena, radiating a terrifying aura.

Their heads buzzed, a complete blank.

They could barely think.

They had each mastered several secret Wu Gong of Taohuadao.

Whether it was the ethereal grace of the Falling Flower Divine Palm, or the fierce power of the Whirlwind Sweeping Leaf Leg.

Or the exquisite skill of the Jade Flute Sword Technique, or the sharpness of the Finger Snap Divine Skill.

They had all practiced with great effort, boasting that among the younger generation, they were among the best.

Enough to make a name for themselves in the Jianghu.

But compared to the few moves Brother Ning Chuan had just displayed.

Which seemed to have been born from Taohuadao Wu Gong, yet were completely different.

Compared to those "improved" supreme arts, whose power was several times greater and whose artistic conception far more profound.

What they had learned was simply crude and rough, like the scribbles of a child.

One in the heavens, one on the earth!

There was absolutely no basis for comparison!

That profound understanding of the essence of Wu Gong.

That ability to create miracles from the mundane with a casual gesture.

That calmness and confidence, as if they had penetrated the source of the Martial Dao.

Left them only able to look up, unable to even form the thought of chasing after him.

Their hearts were filled with powerlessness and deep shock.

So, this is what a true martial arts genius looks like!

So, Wu Gong can be cultivated this way! And used this way!

The martial arts worldview they had built over decades was, at this moment, subjected to an unprecedented shock.

The Eastern Heretic Huang Yaoshi stood frozen in place, speechless for a long time.

In those eyes of his, which were always deep and sharp, as if capable of seeing through everything in the world.

Were now filled with complex and inexplicable emotions.

There was shock, confusion, frustration, and even a hint of... an indescribable relief.

As if some heavy chain in his heart had quietly loosened at this moment.

In just over a month, this mysterious black snake, Brother Ning Chuan.

Had not only evolved from an ordinary snake into one capable of speaking human language.

Cultivating human Internal Energy and stepping into that mysterious Innate Realm.

But had also taken the many supreme arts that Taohuadao was proud of, created over decades of effort.

One by one "improved," or rather, "sublimated"!

Into terrifying killing moves better suited to himself and even more powerful!

Every move and every posture seemed to contain deeper principles of Wu Gong.

This comprehension, this creativity, had completely exceeded the limits of his imagination!

He even suspected that even those legendary Grandmasters who founded sects.

In terms of comprehension, might not be able to match this black snake before his eyes!

His mind had been subjected to an unprecedented, massive shock!

Like a calm lake into which a huge stone had been thrown, raising towering waves!

At this moment, he even fell into a slight confusion.

The Martial Dao heart that had always been unshakable and a source of pride.

Now showed faint signs of breaking.

As if a sturdy dam had developed countless fine cracks.

All along, he had been hailed by the world as an unparalleled martial arts genius.

Skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting; in medicine, divination, astrology, and physiognomy; in the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, nothing was not mastered, nothing was unknown.

His talent for Wu Gong was even unmatched in the current age, with few able to equal him.

He had always been proud of this, confident that few in the world could match his talent.

His heart held the loneliness and arrogance belonging to the "Eastern Heretic."

But now, compared to this black snake, Brother Ning Chuan.

His so-called "genius," that talent for comprehension he was so proud of.

Was simply... simply like a firefly competing with the full moon, absolutely nothing!

This stark contrast made him feel waves of powerlessness and frustration.

He had long sought the Nine Yin Manual, even going so far as to lower his dignity and pester Zhou Botong, that old rascal, endlessly.

Because he felt that only by obtaining such a peerless divine art containing the principles of Wu Gong.

Could he take his cultivation base to a higher level and break through to the legendary Grandmaster Realm.

Even to pry into the deeper mysteries of the Martial Dao.

But, after being struck by Ning Chuan's near-"demonic" performance.

He suddenly had a sudden awakening.

Martial arts manuals, no matter how exquisite or how infinitely powerful.

Are ultimately mere external objects, merely the crystallization of past sages' wisdom.

The most fundamental thing is still one's own comprehension and accumulation.

It is that heart of the Martial Dao that constantly seeks and constantly breaks through.

If one's own comprehension is sufficient, even ordinary martial arts can yield the ultimate truths of the Great Dao, turning the rotten into the miraculous.

If one's own comprehension is insufficient, even with a divine skill manual placed before them, reading it day and night with bitter effort, they may still fail to grasp its true meaning, and might even stray onto a wrong path.

Is not Ning Chuan the best example?