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“ Fatty, you said you want to cultivate too?” Lufan said in surprise, as if he had heard something unbelievable.
This morning, Fatty suddenly came over and expressed his desire to cultivate, which truly astonished him.
Previously, Lufan had asked Fatty if he wanted to cultivate, but he had flatly refused without giving a reason.
However, Lufan could guess that Fatty was somewhat resistant to being a Martial Cultivator. His parents had ventured outside the city due to their modest strength and never returned.
The conflicts among Martial Cultivators were numerous, and Fatty feared that if he cultivated, one day he might have to leave his sister behind due to unavoidable circumstances.
Moreover, having experienced hunger since childhood, Fatty ’s greatest aspiration was to become a medicinal chef; cultivation was not something he was particularly interested in.
In Lufan's view, this was a rather naive and wishful thinking—typical of a child's rebellious psychology—but he also respected Fatty's choice.
Now that Fatty suddenly wanted to cultivate, it seemed that recent events had given him quite a shock, making him realize the importance of strength. Without strength, one cannot protect the most important things in life.
It was good that Fatty had this realization, but Lufan felt a headache coming on about what to teach him.
He understood that this guy had no fighting spirit at all; he was a natural optimist. Even if given powerful martial arts techniques, he would be unable to unleash their true potential—essentially useless.
Looking at Fatty's plump figure, Lufan fell into deep thought while Uncle Fu watched the scene unfold beside them. He was also curious about how Lu Xiaozai would handle this.
In Uncle Fu's eyes, little Fatty had too low of a talent; he was timid and soft-hearted, lacking the basic qualities needed to become a Martial Cultivator. However, he did have some talent in cooking—his appearance wasn’t wasted on that.
Noticing Lufan scrutinizing him, Fatty felt a bit anxious. “Xiaofan, is it not possible for me?”
Lufan stroked his chin thoughtfully. “No, there’s nothing wrong with the Mind Technique. I’m just considering which Martial Arts Techniques would suit you best.”
Many balanced and peaceful internal skills from the Daoist sect were very suitable for Fatty regarding the Mind Technique. However, Lufan wasn’t sure what martial arts techniques to teach him; overly complex moves would likely be beyond his capability, and anything too aggressive wouldn’t work either.
Suddenly, Lufan’s eyes lit up as he recalled a martial art that should be quite suitable for Fatty. At the same time, an image of a black-and-white Fatty flashed through his mind, sparking a hint of mischief.
“Alright, I’ve decided what to teach you. Now I will pass on the Mind Technique to you.” With a snap of his fingers, Lufan declared.
Uncle Fu quietly withdrew. This was an unwritten rule among Martial Cultivators: when someone was practicing Mind Techniques, others must avoid interference unless permitted, to prevent unnecessary misunderstandings. Although Lufan did not mind, some rules still needed to be followed.
The internal skill that Lufan wanted to teach Fatty was Xiantian Gong. This internal cultivation method produced a pure and enduring inner strength, making it one of the most suitable practices for Fatty.
However, while teaching, he realized that explaining various concepts such as meridians and acupoints to Fatty was like playing music to a cow; Fatty simply could not understand. The cultural differences became apparent at that moment.
Ultimately, Lufan had no choice but to use the most direct method: he activated his own internal energy to circulate within Fatty's body, instructing him to memorize the flow of the meridians.
Fortunately, Fatty's memory was quite good. He had managed to memorize all the basic content from the kitchen in just three days, which proved his capability. Within half an hour, he had already remembered the cultivation method of Xiantian Gong and successfully cultivated a trace of inner strength.
This left Lufan in awe; people in this world were truly blessed in their cultivation. With naturally open meridians, abundant vital energy, and strong physical bodies, these conditions made it easy for them to embark on the path of cultivation with a very low threshold.
Of course, the advantages of innate conditions also led to another flaw: when they began their training, novice Martial Cultivators often did not pay much attention to the importance of fundamentals, such as Primordial Energy and subtle control over their physical bodies.
This could make it more challenging for them to break through to higher realms later on, such as the Bone Refinement stage, especially for Martial Masters who required meticulous control—making it even more difficult.
In contrast, although Lufan started from a low point and took nearly eight years just to reach an ordinary person's level, that time allowed him to build a solid foundation. Without those eight years of accumulation, he would not have experienced such rapid growth recently; it was truly a case of thick accumulation leading to thin release.
Only Lufan, who had experienced two different cultivation civilizations, could perceive this difference. For the people of this world, there was nothing unusual about it because over the centuries, a certain inertia of civilization had formed, making it a commonplace state.
After Lufan finished teaching the Mind Technique, Uncle Fu returned. While he needed to avoid suspicion regarding Mind Techniques, he was less concerned about Martial Arts Techniques and was very interested in what Lufan would teach next.
Fatty was also looking forward to it. After witnessing Lufan's several battles, he knew that Lufan was incredibly skilled and knew many powerful Martial Arts Techniques. He wondered what he would be able to learn.
However, when Lufan demonstrated a set of Fist Techniques next, Fatty was taken aback—not because of their power but because he simply could not comprehend them.
Slow and soft without any force—was this really called Martial Arts Techniques? He thought that before even hitting someone, he would probably get beaten into a pulp!
Uncle Fu's expression grew serious; with his experience, he could see the subtleties of this Fist Technique. Although it appeared soft and weak on the surface, it contained a hidden strength within—a remarkable blend of hardness and softness.
He pondered aloud: "This Fist Technique resembles the style of Wujigong."
"Oh? Does this world have similar Fist Techniques?" Lufan had just finished demonstrating when he heard Uncle Fu's words and asked curiously. "However, my Fist Technique is not called Wujigong; its name is Tai Chi Chuan."
"Tai Chi? What a nice name! The Wuji Palace is a very mysterious sect. Their martial arts techniques mostly follow the principle of overcoming rigidity with flexibility, which is quite similar to your Tai Chi."
"Then I definitely want to experience it when I get the chance," Lufan said with interest. In his impression, martial cultivators in this world mostly followed a rigid and powerful path due to their immense strength, so it was surprising to hear about an outlier like the Wuji Palace.
"You will surely encounter them when you travel the world in the future. Although the people of Wuji Palace are mysterious, they have many disciples who walk among the public and have a good reputation. They are worth befriending."
While they were chatting, Fatty suddenly became anxious: "Xiaofan, is this what I'm going to learn next? But I can't understand it at all!"
"It's normal not to understand. Tai Chi may seem ordinary, but it contains extremely subtle principles of energy transformation that are not easy to grasp. I just demonstrated it for you; now you will have to undergo hellish training."
Lufan wore a mischievous smile, while Fatty felt a chill: "Hellish training?"
"That's right. The essence of Tai Chi must be experienced through various small aspects of life. Starting today, no matter what you do—eating, cooking, walking, sleeping—you must apply the principles of Tai Chi in your actions. If you can't do that, you won't get any food."
Fatty was horrified: "All of it?"
Lufan smiled and said, "Exactly. Even when you go to the bathroom, you must use the Tai Chi method to hold it in."
Looking at Lufan's devilish smile, Fatty suddenly felt an inexplicable chill in a certain indescribable place. Even Uncle Fu shuddered slightly; Lu Xiaozai's method was quite ruthless, and he couldn't help but wonder how he came up with it.
If Lufan could hear his thoughts, he would surely smile and say, "I wonder if you've ever seen a movie called 'Kung Fu Panda'?"
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