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As Xunuo practiced the Eight Extremes Fist, he suddenly stumbled and nearly fell. In a quick reaction, he pushed himself off the ground with one hand and performed a somersault, landing on his feet.
Excitement surged within him. While watching his friends at home perform flips and tricks, he had always felt envious. Now, he could do it effortlessly, and he joyfully began to play in the clearing of the forest. He flipped forward and backward, reveling in the thrill of mastering his body’s balance.
After a while, he remembered his training and resumed practicing the Eight Extremes Fist. After countless repetitions, he finally became proficient in it.
The Eight Extremes Fist emphasized hard strikes and direct collisions, with no room for trickery.
While executing a shoulder strike, he happened to be near a tree with a trunk as thick as a bowl. Xunuo twisted his waist and struck the tree with force. The impact was harsh, and he felt as if his bones might break. Pain surged through him, causing him to stumble and collapse to the ground, drenched in cold sweat.
He held his shoulders for a long time until the pain subsided somewhat.
After checking for injuries, he sighed in relief when he realized nothing was broken.
Gradually moving his arms, he pondered: The fist manual mentioned that to master this technique fully, one must open the Sun Meridian in both hands and feet. However, it did not elaborate on how to achieve this; it only described circulating energy externally. It seemed that cultivating energy through meridians was a basic skill shared among various schools, which was why it wasn’t detailed in the manual. As an outsider, Xunuo found this frustrating. He wondered if his half-baked skills would allow him to apply this method of energy circulation. Merely practicing the forms seemed futile; perhaps he should try this energy cultivation method and reassess if it didn’t work.
With that thought in mind, Xunuo stood up again. He performed the initial stance but did not move further.
Instead, he followed the energy circulation method from the Eight Extremes Fist, directing True Qi from his Dantian to flow beneath his skin.
Soon after, he felt a swelling sensation at his surface but saw no visible changes upon looking down. His movements remained unhindered. Feeling reassured, he continued practicing punches and kicks.
This time, Xunuo noticed a significant difference. Earlier, despite his seriousness, his strikes had lacked power and resembled mere tricks. Now, with True Qi flowing through him, his punches cut through the air with force and his kicks made audible sounds. He could even hear the rushing wind as he moved.
When practicing the Left Horizontal Elbow strike towards his chest again under that same tree, Xunuo struck the trunk without hesitation. The sound echoed sharply as if an iron rod had hit it.
Looking at his arm afterward revealed only a red mark; moving it showed no signs of injury or significant pain.
Filled with joy at this progress, Xunuo continued to practice the Eight Extremes Fist with renewed vigor until the moon hung high in the sky. Only then did he reluctantly conclude his training session.
Having trained all day without feeling fatigued, he remained full of energy and vitality.
Xunuo let out a long howl in excitement before gathering his belongings and heading onto the Main Road.
At this time, it was nearly midnight, and there wasn't a soul in sight. Xunuo, without any reservations, began to sprint down the road.
As he ran, Xunuo gained a new understanding of his own speed.
When he practiced the Huayang Classic to the first level, his full-speed running was comparable to that of a swift horse. Now, his speed was nearly twice that of a thousand-mile horse.
He wondered if he could increase his speed even more by using the Eight Extremes Fist's method of circulating energy. After thinking this, he continued to run at full speed while circulating True Qi around his body, but he found no improvement in speed. He didn't mind much; he simply enjoyed the thrill of racing forward.
Before dawn broke, the outline of a city appeared ahead. Xunuo quickly gathered his energy and slowed down.
Running like that, even if the city gates were open, would surely startle the guards on duty. He still had some matters to attend to and wouldn't do anything so reckless.
After another half hour of walking, dawn had arrived.
When he reached the city gate, he saw several stalls selling breakfast and vegetables outside. Xunuo felt no rush; he stopped at a stall selling breakfast and ordered a bowl of porridge and two meat buns. While eating, he chatted with the woman at the stall to gather information about the city.
It was then that he learned he had reached the border of Dingmeng Two Prefectures. The city was called Huangyuan City, the largest city within a thousand miles.
After finishing his meal, Xunuo entered the city. It was indeed vast, living up to its reputation as the largest city in the area.
Inside the city, streets crisscrossed with numerous shops lining them.
Xunuo began to wander around the city and entered a bookstore to see if there was anything he needed. In truth, what Xunuo sought was not only a map to Wuhua Sect.
He was also looking for martial arts texts, especially those containing methods for circulating energy through meridians. This was what Xunuo urgently needed at present.
Since cultivating the Huayang Classic, True Qi had been flowing smoothly within him; however, he did not know how to properly circulate it through his meridians.
After wandering around the city for an entire morning, he managed to buy a map. However, he found no martial arts texts. Not only were methods for circulating energy scarce, but even ordinary martial arts techniques were rarely available for sale.
This was something Xunuo was unaware of.
In the martial world, sects were fiercely protective of their own, with various martial arts texts kept under strict lock and key, never to be shared with outsiders.
As the sun reached its zenith, Xunuo spotted a tea house ahead. A lingering concern weighed on Xunuo's mind: the whereabouts of Lu Duhou. Tea houses and taverns were known to be the best places for gathering information.
Xunuo stepped into the tea house, found a table by the window, and ordered a pot of tea along with a plate of snacks.
Opening up his senses, Xunuo became aware of the myriad sounds filling the tea house and the surrounding streets. He focused his mind, categorizing each sound as it came.
At first, Xunuo attempted to classify the sounds based on their characteristics but soon realized this method was flawed. While he could hear clearly, he struggled to distinguish between conversations. The voices intertwined chaotically, making it hard to follow any single dialogue.
After some contemplation, Xunuo decided to sort the sounds from near to far. This approach proved much more effective; conversations began to connect, revealing snippets of stories.
Seeing that this method worked, Xunuo closed his eyes entirely and concentrated solely on listening. He tried to separate the voices at each table one by one.
This task was challenging; after much effort, he could only discern about sixty to seventy percent of the conversations clearly, while the rest remained vague. Nevertheless, Xunuo felt quite satisfied with his progress.
The most astonishing part was that even with his eyes closed, he could sense the movements of people within the tea house—how they drank tea and walked about—though their appearances remained hazy and indistinct.
Achieving this level of perception filled Xunuo with joy; he had no greater aspirations at that moment.
He continued to sit there in deep concentration for over an hour.
During this time, a horse-drawn carriage passed by outside the window. Xunuo sensed it but did not recognize it as one he was familiar with.
After some time had passed since the carriage went by,
a Middle-Aged Strong Man in the carriage suddenly said, "Master, I just saw someone in the tea house who looked familiar."
The Elegant Elder across from him replied softly, "I noticed him too."
The Middle-Aged Strong Man frowned and said, "It can't be that person, but it's quite a strange thing to have someone in the world who looks so much like him."
Beside him, the Elegant Elder smiled and asked, "Who is it that resembles him so closely? Could it be that Shishu is talking about twins? Is it someone Lian'er knows?"
The Middle-Aged Strong Man glanced at the Elegant Elder but did not respond.
The Elegant Elder sighed lightly, "If they are twins, then it wouldn't matter much. If not, then it's beyond our understanding."
He turned to look at the Green Shirt Girl and continued, "Once we reach the inn, we will rest for three days before setting off again. No one is to leave the inn during those three days. You must stay with me."
The Green Shirt Girl pouted in dissatisfaction and said, "It's so lively here; I still want to go out and have some fun. Besides, Grandpa still needs to buy Osmanthus Cake for Lian'er. Why should I be confined for no reason?"
The Elegant Elder's expression turned stern as he replied, "There are strange happenings now; it would be fine for others, but you must be confined. This situation has gone beyond reason, and where there is abnormality, there must be danger. This is to spare you from an unnecessary disaster. It's settled then; no more arguments."
Although the Green Shirt Girl was unhappy, she dared not retort when she saw the elder's serious demeanor.
She pouted again, tears welling up in her eyes.
This time, the Elegant Elder did not comfort the girl and maintained his stern expression.
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