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Bang!
The two figures separated with a rush of air, only to collide again moments later, creating a flurry of punches and kicks that left Fatty dizzy from the spectacle.
At this moment, Fatty looked quite comical. He was squatting in a horse stance, arms outstretched, with a bowl of water balanced on each arm, one on his thigh, and another on his head. Additionally, there was an incense stick lit just below his backside.
With this setup, any slight movement from Fatty would cause water to spill. If he couldn't hold on until the incense burned out, the consequences would be dire; he would be drenched in no time.
Despite being on the verge of his limits, with every ounce of fat trembling, he dared not relax even for a moment. He gritted his teeth and persevered, eventually resorting to distraction techniques to temporarily forget the soreness in his body.
Swish!
Lufan took a step back and shouted at Fatty: "Hey Fatty, you're slacking off again!"
Startled, Fatty replied, "I’m not!"
However, the shock caused him to drop one of the bowls from his arm, shattering it into pieces. With a mournful expression, Fatty realized it was over—his lunch was gone.
Sure enough, Lufan glanced over and casually remarked, "Looks like you won't be having lunch."
With a grimace, Fatty rubbed his stomach, looking utterly despondent.
He hadn't eaten breakfast and had only managed two buns for dinner last night. Now with lunch gone as well, he wondered how he would get through the day.
It is even more cruel that, even when he is starving, he still has to cook for the three people in the yard. Can you imagine the feeling of an extremely hungry person facing delicious food they made with their own hands but cannot eat? Fatty recalled what Lufan had said before and couldn't help but agree; this truly is a hellish training.
So, over the past few days, in order to have a bite of hot food, Fatty has been giving it his all, constantly pondering Lufan's words about using strength and releasing it, borrowing force to counter force, and how four ounces can deflect a thousand pounds. Even when chopping vegetables, he would adopt a posture reminiscent of the "Grasping the Sparrow's Tail" move, and while squatting, he would almost want to strike a pose like "White Crane Spreads Its Wings."
To be honest, compared to a few days ago, his progress has been significant. Unfortunately, Lufan's training methods are varied and often unexpected, so in Fatty's eyes, he still feels as clumsy as before.
Uncle Fu watched the two with a cheerful demeanor, showing no intention of intervening. Instead, he found it quite amusing. People had always treated him with great respect; it was rare to encounter two silly boys who could treat him with such ease, which made him particularly happy.
After urging Fatty to continue practicing, Lufan turned to Uncle Fu to ask questions.
"Uncle Fu, why is it that even though I have mastered the intricate techniques, I still cannot comprehend my own 'force'?" Lufan was utterly perplexed.
"Haha, no need to rush. Your progress is already quite impressive; compared to those core disciples from major sects, you are not far behind. If you only focus on speed, you might end up falling short instead.
Since you can't grasp it for now, set it aside and refine other aspects. Perhaps you'll find insights through related areas."
Lufan thought about it and felt it made sense. He realized that being overly obsessed might push him further away from understanding.
In that case, it would be better to put this question aside for now. After making his decision, Lufan looked at Uncle Fu and asked, "So today, what topic shall we discuss?"
In recent days, Lufan had been consulting Uncle Fu about cultivation issues, changing topics almost daily. The main focus had been on cultivation problems in this world. With such a great master guiding him, Lufan's understanding of cultivation has been rapidly increasing every day.
This is only natural; receiving guidance from someone like Uncle Fu is something countless Martial Cultivators dream of—it's truly a rare opportunity.
Reaching the level of Uncle Fu, one's understanding of cultivation has become profoundly deep, touching the essence of it. The issues he points out are often incisive, and with just a slight nudge, an ordinary Martial Cultivator can avoid many detours, which can be considered a great opportunity.
Lufan is fortunate to receive guidance from such a master every day; it would be impossible for his strength not to grow rapidly. If this were to spread, many people would undoubtedly envy and resent him.
"Today, let's talk about the Nine Levels of Realm for Martial Cultivators. You should already be at the Third-Grade Blood Refinement Realm, right?"
Lufan was taken aback for a moment before responding, "Yes, I just broke through a couple of days ago."
Indeed, while he had been exploring his own "momentum," Lufan had no clue about it but unexpectedly broke through to the Blood Refinement Realm, which surprised him.
Moreover, this breakthrough was achieved quietly; even the arrival of Heavenly Tribulation was perfectly resolved without alarming anyone.
This was primarily due to Lufan's astonishing rate of growth in strength. Even at the Junior Martial Artist stage, he had grasped a nuanced level of control, which was almost like having a cheat in the realm of Junior Martial Artists.
It can be said that, to some extent, he had broken the general rules of cultivation, leading to a situation where even Heavenly Tribulation could do nothing against him; after all, Heavenly Tribulation is merely a manifestation of certain rules.
"How does the Blood Refinement Realm feel compared to what you imagined?" Uncle Fu continued to ask.
"Different?" Lufan pondered for a moment, his eyes flashing as he suddenly exclaimed, "Powerful! The Blood Refinement Realm is far more powerful than I imagined. After my breakthrough, my strength is so overwhelming that I can suppress even Chu Lao and those Fourth-Rank Experts."
Two days ago, after Lufan's breakthrough coincided with the three-day appointment with Chu Lao and others, he went to challenge them. Chu Lao and his companions were quite eager, thinking they would finally catch a glimpse of the secrets of martial momentum.
However, what Lufan did not expect was that those who once seemed quite strong in his eyes were completely crushed once he unleashed his full strength!
Without excessively using advanced martial arts, Lufan was able to almost suffocate several people with pure strength alone. Even when they unleashed all their skills, including their ultimate techniques, it still did not change the outcome.
Lufan still remembered the way Chu Lao and the others looked at him as if he were a monster when he left.
Thinking of this, Lufan couldn't help but express his confusion again: "Isn't it said that there is a huge gap between Fourth Rank and Third Rank? Why was I able to easily defeat them? It feels like the Bone Refinement Realm isn't that impressive; could the rumors be wrong?"
Uncle Fu replied irritably, "Of course you can easily defeat them. Although you are only at the Third Rank Realm, you have already undergone a transformation through blood rebirth. Essentially, you are on a different level from them; you are a 'true' Martial Cultivator."
"Blood rebirth, 'true' Martial Cultivator, what does that mean?" Hearing these terms he had never encountered before, Lufan felt even more bewildered.
Looking at the confused young man before him, Uncle Fu sighed. He never expected that this child, who grew up under his watch, could reach such a level. Completing blood rebirth as a junior Martial Cultivator was something only a few who barely kept up with the old master had achieved back in the day.
Seeing him was like seeing the old master from years ago—the one who single-handedly overshadowed countless talented peers and later, as a young man, went around challenging many masters and grandmasters, ultimately becoming one of the least favored figures among all sects and families.
As the old master's personal servant, Uncle Fu witnessed that period of history firsthand. Reflecting on it now still stirred his emotions.
After a moment of distraction, Uncle Fu refocused and said seriously, "It's not surprising that you haven't heard of it. The term 'true' Martial Cultivator is generally only used within major sects; ordinary Martial Cultivators rarely encounter this realm. Now, let me explain to you about the Nine Levels of Realm for Martial Cultivators!"
Upon hearing this, Lufan quickly fetched two small stools for Uncle Fu to sit on while he also sat up straight, ready to listen attentively.
As for Fatty, he could only continue to squat in a horse stance and listen with difficulty.
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