Chapter 56: Nine Orifices Opened Simultaneously, A Huge Harvest

This seemingly understated move actually contained Zhang Sanfeng's century of martial experience.

This punch, a century of Internal Energy—Zhang Xuan could not block it.

Zhang Sanfeng, however, was not arrogant; only after seeing Zhang Xuan truly regain his composure did he sit with him on a nearby stone bench to explain the process in detail.

"My young friend, your Internal Energy and Bone structure are both of the highest caliber, and your grasp of the Taiji Boxing Sutra is also superb. In terms of understanding Taiji Fist, the entire Wudang Mountain could not find anyone better than you..."

"Well, except for you!"

Zhang Xuan added in his heart, though Zhang Sanfeng's encouragement brought him quite a bit of comfort.

That moment just now gave him a profound understanding of this Martial Dao Grandmaster, and he realized the massive gap between them.

On paper, his strength and Zhang Sanfeng's were about the same; he even had the advantage, as he was younger, his Bone structure was stronger, and his Internal Energy was more potent.

But after officially trading blows, he, with the stronger paper stats, was finished off by Zhang Sanfeng in a single move.

I got up, and was finished off in one move.

From start to finish, he didn't even have time to react.

"My young friend has done well enough; you have thoroughly understood the various boxing principles, but you only use them within their corresponding frameworks, lacking flexibility and adaptability..."

As Zhang Sanfeng spoke, he practiced in front of Zhang Xuan.

"The Taiji Cannon Punch is peerlessly fierce and powerful, the most vicious and forceful move when facing an enemy, but when executing it, the application of force is too rigid, which inevitably leads to some sluggishness; one must grasp the timing well..."

Zhang Sanfeng explained carefully, using his left and right hands to demonstrate the scene of Zhang Xuan's attack just now as he spoke.

The overall explanation was quite vivid and interesting, and Zhang Xuan watched, completely enthralled.

Zhang Sanfeng was not only a Grandmaster of the Martial Dao but also superb at educating disciples.

He only became famous after middle age and founded Wudang Mountain when he was quite old, and the Wudang Seven were not all apprenticed from childhood; many became monks halfway through life.

Yet, under Zhang Sanfeng's guidance, every one of the Wudang Seven possessed first-class, or even top-tier, strength in the pugilistic world.

In this world, the only ones who could make things difficult for the Wudang Seven were the few figures with extremely high seniority in the Shaolin Sect, and those at the level of the Ming Cult's Four Great Guardian Kings.

Other than that, looking across the world, the Wudang Seven could not find many opponents in one-on-one combat.

From this point of view, Zhang Sanfeng's ability to teach disciples could also be called that of a Grandmaster.

After the brief exchange just now, Zhang Xuan asked for advice with great humility and sincerity.

Zhang Sanfeng's initial explanation was very slow, presumably to accommodate Zhang Xuan's understanding.

However, Zhang Xuan possessed the Nine Yang Divine Art and Universe Shift, so his talent for martial arts was already extremely high, and his understanding was extremely fast.

He easily understood what Zhang Sanfeng said, and as for the methods of applying force that Zhang Sanfeng taught, Zhang Xuan could use them after just a little thought.

This could not help but make Zhang Sanfeng marvel.

In terms of comprehension alone, Zhang Xuan could be called the best within Wudang.

However, Zhang Xuan actually felt a bit ashamed in front of Zhang Sanfeng.

The top-tier comprehension and top-tier imitation ability he had acquired postnatally through the Nine Yang Divine Art and Universe Shift were not enough in front of Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng was like a mountain with no visible peak; the more he learned the Taiji Fist and Taiji Sword Art that Zhang Sanfeng taught him, the more he felt Zhang Sanfeng's unfathomable depth.

"Master, it is time for breakfast!"

Just as the two were chatting heatedly, Song Yuanqiao, who had finished supervising the disciples' martial arts practice, came over to report, taking the opportunity to sneak a glance at Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Sanfeng rubbed his belly without any pretense; he was slightly fat, somewhat resembling the Zhang Sanfeng played by Sammo Hung in Zhang Xuan's memories, looking just like a Maitreya Buddha while rubbing his belly.

At this moment, he said with a smile: "I happen to be a bit hungry, let's go, let's go eat vegetarian food. You have no deficiencies in profound martial arts; what you lack is some foundation. Later, you can practice with my disciples."

Zhang Xuan nodded earnestly; after the round of sparring in the morning, he admired Zhang Sanfeng very much.

Compared to Zhang Sanfeng and Wudang Mountain, he, a self-taught amateur, indeed had many deficiencies.

In terms of paper strength, he was stronger than many people.

But in terms of true control and understanding of his own power, he might not even be as good as the Wudang Seven.

"Uncle-Master, please forgive me!"

Yu Lianzhou bowed seriously and respectfully, then drew the long sword in his hand and attacked directly with an Immortal Points the Way.

Facing the fierce sword technique, Zhang Xuan was unhurried, his eyes sharp and hands quick; with a flick and a lift of his sword tip against the opponent's blade, he neutralized the fierce force.

At the same time, a soft, continuous force coiled around the opponent's long sword, intending to take advantage of the momentum to flick the opponent's sword away.

But Yu Lianzhou changed his move extremely quickly; instead of engaging in a contest of strength with Zhang Xuan, he pushed and guided forward with the momentum, and the sword light rushed toward Zhang Xuan at an even faster speed.

Zhang Xuan had no choice but to dodge sideways with an Iron Plank Bridge.

Both of their movements were extremely fast, and the overall moves were fierce and rapid.

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged dozens of moves.

By the time Yu Lianzhou had a light sweat on his head and white steam rose from it.

Yu Lianzhou took the initiative to strike, parried Zhang Xuan's long sword, stepped back two paces, and cupped his hands: "Uncle-Master's sword technique is fierce; this disciple is no match!"

Hearing this, Zhang Xuan showed a slight look of joy on his face, but quickly shook his head.

"In terms of connecting moves and changing moves, I still lack a lot compared to you. I was entirely relying on my thick Internal Energy and fast speed to suppress you. If we were placed on the same level, I would definitely not be your opponent."

"Uncle-Master is too modest. Your Internal Energy, keen eyes, and understanding of force are peerless in the world. It is only because you have practiced martial arts for too short a time and lack pugilistic experience that you cannot fully utilize them."

"It has only been half a month, and under the condition of suppressing the corresponding Internal Energy and force, Uncle-Master has already been able to exchange dozens of moves with me; such rapid progress is rare in the world."

Zhang Sanfeng, who had been watching the battle, also nodded slightly and smiled: "Your progress speed is so fast that even this old Daoist finds it incredible. The Nine Yang Divine Art combined with Universe Shift is truly profound!"

"Stop flattering me, stop flattering me, let's rest for a while together; you are making me embarrassed with all this praise."

Zhang Xuan put away his long sword and walked toward the stone bench on the side, though there was still a smile on his face. In a flash, he had already been on Wudang Mountain for half a month.

Over the past half month, Zhang Xuan felt he had made great progress.

Originally, Zhang Xuan thought that with the Nine Yang Divine Art combined with Universe Shift, he could pick up any martial art in the world and become a top expert in the Yitian World without going through various training.

After all, in the original work, Zhang Wuji was peerless in the world relying on this combination.

However, only after truly coming into contact with Zhang Sanfeng did Zhang Xuan realize that he had been like a frog at the bottom of a well.

Not only was he defeated by Zhang Sanfeng in a single move that day, but the subsequent sparring matches with the Wudang Seven were also quite full of twists and turns.

Zhang Xuan had originally thought he would easily defeat any one of the Wudang Seven with an overwhelming posture, but he ended up discovering that it was not as simple as he had imagined.

In terms of Internal Energy and the techniques they had mastered, the Wudang Seven were not his match.

If Zhang Xuan were to fight the Wudang Seven directly using his profound Internal Energy and extreme speed, the Wudang Seven would certainly not be his opponents.

But under Zhang Sanfeng's requirements, he needed to suppress his corresponding strength and speed, using equivalent strength and technique to match the Wudang Seven, trying his best to suppress himself to the same level as the Wudang Seven.

In such a state, Zhang Xuan was often bullied by the Wudang Seven, and many times he could not respond in time.

However, Zhang Xuan was not anxious in his heart; on the contrary, he felt some joy.

The other party was far superior to him in the changing of moves and flexible transitions.

Often, he could not respond in time.

But this was exactly what he wanted; he needed these precious comparative experiences.

Only in this way could he grow rapidly; for Zhang Xuan, this was a very good thing.

Every day on the mountain, there were people sparring with him, and after the practice, there was Zhang Sanfeng teaching him the basic knowledge related to martial arts every day, such as meridians, acupoints, and corresponding terminology.

Having arrived on the mountain for half a month, his daily life had been quite fulfilling.

And Zhang Xuan did not let down the Nine Yang Divine Art and the Universe Shift; sparring with many people every day, as long as he saw a way of circulating force, he could learn it, and his variations became increasingly diverse.

At the beginning, the Wudang Seven could place their long swords at his throat in just a few moves using the same level of strength, but now, he could face them for dozens of moves without falling into a disadvantage.

Viewed in this light, it could be considered that he had made up for the shortcomings in his body.

With the Nine Yang Divine Art and the Universe Shift, Zhang Xuan possessed an eidetic memory, and in just half a month, he had been clearly and thoroughly arranged by Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Xuan felt that he was several times stronger than when he first arrived here; if he were to fight himself from half a month ago again, he could easily kill his former self.

During a rest break, Zhang Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground, and a feeling inexplicably stirred in his heart.

Under the natural enlightenment of his mind, he began to cultivate; having already opened the acupoints related to his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and tongue, he triggered the profound mechanism within his body at this moment, and as the two great acupoints of the front and rear perineum vibrated with a boom, they opened as well.

It was not earth-shattering, nor was it magnificent; naturally, he opened two more apertures, breaking through to the Nine Apertures level.

Zhang Sanfeng, seeing this from the side and noticing that Zhang Xuan had already stood up, could not help but stroke his beard and smile.

"Little friend has extremely high talent and aptitude. It seems you have gained a lot these days. With the Nine Apertures all opened, before long you should be able to sense the Ancestral Aperture of the Brow and touch another realm of heaven and earth!"

Zhang Xuan stood up and respectfully bowed to Zhang Sanfeng.

"These days, I owe it all to the guidance of True Person Zhang; otherwise, I do not know how many detours I would have had to take to truly step onto the right path."

This bow from Zhang Xuan was sincere and heartfelt.

He knew he had flaws, but wanting to make up for them was quite difficult.

In *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*, on paper, Zhang Wuji could be called the peak of the pugilistic world, no less inferior to Zhang Xuan, but when Zhang Wuji fought, he was quite weak, and often his full strength could not be completely unleashed.

When dealing with the envoys from the Persian Main Altar, he was even more embarrassing.

Once he encountered strange or unusual moves, he could not respond in time.

But now, under Zhang Sanfeng's guidance, Zhang Xuan had already made up for many of his flaws, and he felt that he had gained a great deal.

(End of this chapter)