Chapter 4: Introduction to the Martial Dao

Looking at the prompt before his eyes, a realization inexplicably arose in Feng Zi's heart:

Perhaps, the talent of 【Diligence Can Make Up for Mediocrity】 does not simply enhance strength through hard work, but guides one's insights and cultivation direction toward the most correct path?

But this was, after all, only a guess, and there was not enough evidence at the moment, so Feng Zi did not waste time on this question.

Yet, feeling the surging Qi and Blood Power within his body, Feng Zi could not help but feel fascinated:

Finally, with the bonus of his talent, he was able to stand out from the masses and become a Martial Master who had officially stepped into the realm of the Martial Dao—

The so-called Martial Dao realms are the four levels of Martial Artist, Martial Master, Transformation Realm, and Grandmaster.

As for the lowest realm, the Martial Artist, although they have cultivated Qi and Blood Power, they are only slightly stronger than ordinary people and truly cannot be considered to have entered the hall on the path of the Martial Dao!

For the former Feng Zi, his natural endowment was truly too poor, and being able to become a Martial Master was a great stroke of fortune—This book is first published on Tian Tian Kan Novel, tt k. tw, providing you with an error-free and non-disordered reading experience.

As long as one becomes a Martial Master, one can open a martial arts school and establish one's own sect like Zhao Feng, or become a Chief Constable in the County Government Office who leads a team!

It sounds like this future is nothing much, but in reality, it already means becoming a member of the local gentry.

But when the joy in his heart faded, Feng Zi suddenly realized that his state of mind was not as ecstatic as he had imagined; instead, it did not stir a single ripple.

It was as if... this was just a very ordinary, trivial matter.

"Becoming a Martial Master is not my end point. I will definitely be able to win the martial arts tournament, break through one shackle after another, until I reach the peak!"

Feng Zi subconsciously set his stance, practicing the Taizu Changquan he had just comprehended, and thought to himself.

【Taizu Changquan (Not Yet Entered): 2/500】

With every punch thrown with full force, Feng Zi's understanding of Taizu Changquan grew deeper, and the progress before his eyes was constantly increasing.

But he no longer deliberately paid attention to the growth of the progress; instead, he intentionally ignored the text constantly appearing before his eyes and devoted himself entirely to the state of cultivation—

In constant practice, he had already understood that Taizu Changquan discarded all flashy and useless movements, and the purpose of every move was for head-on combat!

How could he make his punches faster and more powerful?

And how could he retract his punches without any hesitation?

Could the moves of the Fist Technique be applied to other parts of the body?

Every time he threw a punch, more doubts would arise in Feng Zi's heart.

But when the next punch was thrown, he would have the corresponding thoughts in his heart.

And after verifying the conjectures in his heart, Feng Zi's next punch would become even more fierce!

It was precisely in this process of constant cycles of doubt, contemplation, and verification that Feng Zi's Fist Technique became increasingly proficient, and the Qi and Blood Power within his body became increasingly thick!

Martial Dao cultivation is not an isolated existence; once one method is mastered, one naturally achieves the realm of mastering all methods:

Although he was only practicing Taizu Changquan, in the process of constant contemplation and punching, Feng Zi's understanding of the Zhao Family Long Fist also deepened;

And the insights into the Zhao Family Long Fist, as the foundation of his Fist Technique, naturally deepened his realization of Taizu Changquan!

After becoming a Martial Master, the Qi and Blood Power in his body became even more surging, to the point that Feng Zi did not feel any fatigue.

Just like this, in his focused cultivation, Feng Zi had already forgotten the passage of time.

Until the sound of his mother calling him to eat came, Feng Zi, who had not felt tired, suddenly woke up, and only then did he belatedly discover—

The sun was already hanging in the sky.

"Without realizing it, I have actually cultivated for an entire night?"

He sighed to himself in his heart, then put away his stance, let out a long breath of turbid air, and walked toward the house.

Feeling the even more surging and thick Qi and Blood Power in his body, Feng Zi looked inward, and a few lines of text quietly appeared before him:

【Martial Master (Minor Success): 213/1000】

【Taizu Changquan (First Glimpse of the Path): 114/800】

【Zhao Family Long Fist (Peak Perfection): 514/3000】

In just one night, not only did Feng Zi's understanding of Taizu Changquan advance, but he also improved by a small realm!

Regarding this result, Feng Zi did not feel surprised—the text appearing before him merely verified the conjectures in his heart.

The former Feng Zi had suffered too much of a blow due to reasons like insufficient endowment and lack of comprehension, to the point that even the slightest progress was enough to make him ecstatic.

But the current Feng Zi was no longer the unranked Martial Artist from seven days ago:

Under the blessing of the 【Diligence Can Make Up for Mediocrity】 talent, he had already grasped the essence of Martial Dao cultivation, and naturally understood in his heart that this level of progress was all within his expectations.

For the weak, continuous setbacks will not make them pull themselves together; only the strong who constantly achieve success have the leeway to gradually cultivate their own self-confidence!

Seeing that his parents were already seated in the room, Feng Zi stepped forward quickly, carried the pot of plain noodles from the stove to the table, served a full bowl for each of his parents first, and then placed the pot in front of himself.

As the Qi and Blood Power in his body became more vigorous, Feng Zi's appetite grew larger and larger, and his parents also tried their best to prepare more food for him.

Both parents were honest people of few words, and the family rarely communicated while eating, to which Feng Zi was already accustomed.

He slurped the plain noodles in small bites, appearing leisurely, yet the noodles in the pot were decreasing at an astonishing speed.

Seeing that Feng Zi's expression was normal, Feng Mu hesitated for a long time, and finally only asked half a sentence: "Zi'er, this martial arts tournament...?"

These past few days, the parents naturally saw how hard Feng Zi was practicing martial arts—

Except for eating, sleeping, and helping with household chores and farm work, he was practicing martial arts almost every moment!

But the parents also knew deeply that Feng Zi's aptitude was actually very poor; otherwise, he would not have made almost no progress in two years.

Therefore, although the parents had reached a consensus beforehand, when the day of the martial arts tournament registration truly arrived, Feng Mu's heart could not help but feel uneasy.

Hearing this, Feng Zi naturally understood his parents' worries, put down his chopsticks, and comforted them:

"Mother, I recently had a sudden breakthrough and understood the key to Martial Dao cultivation. I am determined to win the top prize in this martial arts tournament!"

When saying these words, Feng Zi's expression was normal and his tone was indifferent, as calm as if he were discussing the breakfast before them.

And for Feng Zi, the facts were indeed so—except for that eldest young master of the County Magistrate's family who was also a Martial Master, the other opponents were not worth mentioning.

Feng Mu naturally did not understand this and thought he was comforting her, not knowing what else to say.

But in Feng Fu's eyes, his son seemed to have truly changed:

His calmness and confidence were all so natural—this kind of indifference as if everything was under control... he had only seen it in the masters at the County Government Office!

For no reason, a thought emerged in Feng Fu's heart:

Perhaps, his own son had truly become enlightened on the path of martial arts?

Unlike before, this time, this thought was so vivid that Feng Fu was willing to trust his own intuition.

Thus, he smiled and patted Feng Mu on the shoulder, shaking his head as he said, "Believe in Zi'er; perhaps he really will bring us a surprise?"