Chapter 170: Chunqiu Wujin Chan
When Zhang Yu first attempted to comprehend the Chunqiu Wujin Chan, he knew nothing about it—simply treating it as an upgraded version of Chisui Hunyuanqi, a more efficient Body Cultivation Martial Art capable of refining the physique more effectively.
But after clumsily forcing through the entire technique in a haphazard, unrefined manner, he began to form his own understanding.
Chunqiu Wujin Chan – Level 1 (0/10)
A flood of vivid images from practicing Chunqiu Wujin Chan surged through his mind—mistakes made, insights gained, memories of the training process unfolding in real time. It was as if, in the span of a single heartbeat, he had experienced the entire journey from Level 0 to Level 1.
Only then did he truly grasp how different this martial art was from Chisui Hunyuanqi.
Yet Zhang Yu did not immediately report to the examiners, claiming completion.
"Too abrupt. Too flashy."
"Without real strength, flashiness is just suicide."
He knew anyone seeing him go from a wobbly, beginner’s form in the first round to flawless mastery in the second would instantly suspect cheating. And as someone whose latent potential had been awakened by the Evil God, Zhang Yu had no desire to draw the attention of the Zheng Shen.
So he began again.
Recalling the precise sensations and insights from his first mental rehearsal—the entire path from zero to one—he deliberately feigned hesitation and inexperience, starting the second round with a less polished performance.
Though his movements were still rough, they now carried a sense of structure, a hint of rhythm.
Inside his mind, however, the intricacies of Chunqiu Wujin Chan unfolded with clarity. He understood the core principles: the need to condense an Eternal Martial Energy.
Then, seated cross-legged, he twisted his torso backward. As his hands touched the ground, his internal organs twisted and pressed against each other, generating power.
"Chunqiu Wujin Chan consists of Forty-Nine Forms. Each form targets a different part of the body, refining every muscle, bone, and internal organ."
"When Eternal Martial Energy flows through them, it purges waste and impurities left behind after training, purifying the flesh and accelerating recovery."
As Eternal Martial Energy surged into his organs, Zhang Yu felt an immediate sense of relief—his overworked internal systems soothed.
He thought to himself: "If the Forty-Nine Forms are like autumn’s chill—harsh, destructive, representing the wear and tear of the body…"
"Then Eternal Martial Energy is like spring’s renewal—restorative, regenerative, rebuilding the flesh."
"This dance between life and death, growth and decay—this is how the body grows ever stronger."
Most importantly, he realized that with each form, the accumulated medicinal toxins and alchemical poisons within his organs were being gradually expelled.
Now, Zhang Yu fully grasped Kunxu’s Dao path.
As the saying goes: Three parts training, seven parts diet—what’s left is ninety percent about how you take your medicine.
In the immortal path, taking medicine was as natural as eating or drinking water. But no matter how necessary, medicine always left behind impurities—or worse, toxins.
And Chunqiu Wujin Chan did the vital work of purging those residues during cultivation, slowly repairing the damage caused by constant medicinal intake.
This meant that even at the same Physical Strength Level, a cultivator who practiced Chunqiu Wujin Chan would be healthier, more vital, and stronger in both endurance and explosive power than one who did not.
Zhang Yu silently marveled: "Amazing technique. Truly amazing."
"If it weren’t so expensive and hard to obtain, this would be the supreme body cultivation art for high schoolers."
"With this, pushing my Physical Strength Level to Level 10 will be effortless."
At the same time, he began the third round of practice.
This time, drawing on the memory of his prior experience, he refined his movements even further—more fluid, more precise.
...
Huang Zichou, watching from the observation deck, raised an eyebrow.
"This Zhang Yu is progressing incredibly fast. Just three rounds in, and he’s already showing real form."
Meanwhile, the Detection Patch attached to Zhang Yu continuously transmitted data on his physical strength and martial energy flow.
Huang Zichou compared the real-time data to the benchmark values for Level 1 Chunqiu Wujin Chan.
"Zhang Yu’s current metrics: Physical Compatibility at 36%, Martial Energy Compatibility at 15%."
Another minor deity nodded in approval.
"Remarkable talent, indeed."
"But right now, it’s just surface-level mimicry."
"The true essence of Chunqiu Wujin Chan lies in the coordination between Eternal Martial Energy and the Forty-Nine Forms—complex interactions involving internal organs, bodily alignment, and metabolic regulation. It’s not simple."
Huang Zichou understood: mastering the external movements was fast, but mastering the internal energy flow was far more difficult. The numbers confirmed it—36% and 15% were still far from mastery.
But as Zhang Yu continued into the fourth and fifth rounds, Huang Zichou’s expression grew increasingly astonished.
Watching the movements while analyzing the live data from the Detection Patch:
Physical Compatibility: 58%
Martial Energy Compatibility: 33%
Physical Compatibility: 69%
Martial Energy Compatibility: 56%
"Progressing at an insane rate."
"Each round feels like a rebirth—like a normal high schooler training for months."
"Just how terrifying is this Zhang Yu’s talent?"
Zhang Yu’s meteoric rise soon caught the attention of other minor deities—and even Deng Bingding.
One deity gasped: "Sixth round... Physical Compatibility at 87%, Martial Energy Compatibility at 79%?"
Huang Zichou said: "His movements are accelerating. Both body and energy are actively adjusting with intent."
"He clearly knows where he’s weak, where he made mistakes, and exactly how to correct them."
"And once fixed, he never repeats the same error. The level of bodily control is astonishing."
"Is he really without Spirit Armor? No special bloodline?"
At that moment, Zhang Yu began his seventh round.
From the very first form, his Physical Compatibility and Martial Energy Compatibility both reached 100%.
As he executed the second, third, fourth… forms—each one flawlessly—the compatibility metrics remained perfectly stable, never dropping.
When the final form concluded, the gods stared at the screen.
100% compatibility.
Zhang Yu had completed Chunqiu Wujin Chan, Level 1.
Just as the observers were stunned, Deng Bingding spoke quietly: "How long?"
Huang Zichou snapped to attention: "32 minutes and 15 seconds."
At that, Zhang Yu raised his hand.
"Examiners, I’m done."
Then, under the gaze of all present, he said calmly: "I’ve mastered it."
As Huang Zichou approached, Zhang Yu bowed respectfully.
"Examiner, would you like me to demonstrate?"
Huang Zichou shook his head. "No need. We’ve already received your data. It’s flawless. Go rest in the waiting room. Don’t disturb the others."
Zhang Yu walked to the side room and exhaled deeply.
"Well… this round of the exam is probably over."
For the first time in months, the relentless pressure lifted. His body, exhausted from endless training, finally allowed itself to relax. The accumulated fatigue from daily grind—every drop of sweat, every aching muscle—found release in that single moment.
For now, Zhang Yu just wanted to rest. Maybe even sleep through the day. Tomorrow could be for the next round.
But as he barely settled into the chair, a chill crept up his spine.
Hearing the Ritual’s countdown, Zhang Yu sighed.
"This idiotic system."
After five more seconds, he slowly stood up and resumed practicing Chunqiu Wujin Chan.
...
Zhang Yu’s success and departure naturally affected the other candidates.
Like a student submitting early in an exam, many felt their focus waver.
Dai Xingzhi watched Zhang Yu vanish into the corridor and thought: "Only thirty minutes have passed… already done? Is it a three-star or four-star difficulty technique?"
Ye Lingshao glanced at the clock. "32 minutes? Did he pick a low-star technique on purpose?"
He didn’t dwell on it. Returning to his own cultivation of Wan Jian Wu Zhong Jue, he continued.
Like most, the majority assumed Zhang Yu had simply chosen an easier technique—by far the most logical explanation in their minds.
But on the other side of the hall, Yun Jing watched Zhang Yu’s retreating figure, his Spirit Armor eyes flickering with a number: 1,550,000.
That was the instant price tag the system had assigned to the technique Zhang Yu had just mastered.
Yun Jing’s mind raced. "A technique worth 1.55 million? Let me recall… Chunqiu Wujin Chan—according to my memory, Zheng Shen have rated it as an eight-star difficulty."
His eyes widened. "32 minutes… mastered an eight-star technique?"
"Could I do it?"
He quickly calculated the odds.
The answer came instantly.
"No. I can’t."
"His talent… is better than mine?"
"And yet… he chose an eight-star Body Cultivation Martial Art?"
"If he’d picked a ten-star or even a nine-star technique, he might have succeeded too."
"In this exam, difficulty matters more than time. So… does he not even care about first place?"
Yun Jing couldn’t comprehend it.
As the top scholar of Xian Du, he had never stopped chasing the number one spot. To him, Zhang Yu’s actions were utterly irrational.
"He has the chance to win… and he walks away?"
"Why?"
Yun Jing shook his head, pushing the confusion aside, and returned to his cultivation of Senluo Wanxiang Zhang.
But even so, the image of Zhang Yu’s calm departure lingered—disturbing his focus, just slightly.
(End of Chapter)
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