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Chapter 24: Foundation Stance is a Private Matter
Chapter 24: Foundation Stance is a Private Matter
As he emerged from the kitchen, an elderly man with graying hair and beard stood before them, resembling a pine tree covered in winter snow, each strand bearing the weight of time.
His body was thin and frail, as if a gust of wind could easily blow him over.
The old man's eyes were deep-set, and his gaze was calm, so calm that it seemed profound, as if he could see right through people.
"Old Zhou is busy today, so we're one short for Hammer Pose," the old man said casually. "Have you eaten dinner? I made pumpkin pancakes."
He was none other than Ji Jingqiu's grandfather, Bumin Jing.
"I've eaten," Ji Jingqiu replied, inhaling the aroma wafting from the kitchen. "I ate at the martial arts academy. I've started practicing martial arts recently."
"Hmm," Bumin Jing examined him up and down, "You do look more robust than before. Do you have enough money?"
"I don't have any expenses at the moment," Ji Jingqiu thought for a moment, realizing that he ate at the academy and lived at home, not spending a dime.
"No expenses?" Bumin Jing sighed and shook his head. "Then it seems you're not doing very well in your practice."
Ji Jingqiu fell silent for a moment before speaking, "First, explain to me what time you came back last Thursday night."
Bumin Jing also paused, "Your grandpa Zhuang came back, and that night I went to see him. He insisted on keeping me there and drinking a few cups with him."
"Grandpa Zhuang is back?" Ji Jingqiu exclaimed. "I'll go visit him another day."
"Yes, and it's been a while since you visited the temple to worship. You can pay your respects while you're there," Bumin Jing nodded.
The Grandpa Zhuang that Ji Jingqiu mentioned lived in the lower district, serving as the guardian of a dilapidated temple.
Dong Sanhuang Planet had many temples, but most of them were struggling, lacking even a temple keeper.
Ji Jingqiu didn't believe in gods, or at least he used to believe but found it useless, so he stopped.
He was a firm believer in realism.
In the Federation, gods did exist.
Some of these divine beings could even influence believers and interfere with the operations of local councils.
Therefore, in many places, the "gods" with thriving incense offerings were among the top choices for government officials to woo. Their influence was not beneath the oligarchic mega-corporations and certain noble families.
Unfortunately, these gods were also helpless against Nete Poison Syndrome, or perhaps they found him insincere and were unwilling to pay him any attention for his meager offerings.
"What Foundation Stance have you learned? Show me," Bumin Jing said with interest.
Ji Jingqiu, instead of demonstrating, looked at the old man with suspicion, "You... you've practiced martial arts too?"
Bumin Jing rolled his eyes, "What's so surprising about that? These days, anyone with money can learn martial arts. Don't look at me; your father also stole money from home to pay for external martial arts courses. Unfortunately, neither of us was very skilled."
Ji Jingqiu cautiously asked, "Is our family's innate talent not good enough?"
Does this thing even get inherited?
"Our talent is passable, but we lack money," Bumin Jing replied, sighing with his hands behind his back.
"Even during the Body Forging Stage, it was a struggle. Not to mention the later stages, where every realm requires spending money like running water. Our family simply can't afford it.
When I was younger, I went into debt to practice martial arts, and later I realized that not only would I not be able to repay it in this lifetime, but it would also burden future generations.
In the end, I decided to run away; otherwise, Dong Sanhuang Planet wouldn't be our home."
Ji Jingqiu was stunned.
He never expected his grandfather to have such a colorful past.
"How much did you owe?" he couldn't help but ask.
Bumin Jing glanced at him, "Are you planning to repay it for me?"
Ji Jingqiu shook his head vigorously.
Life was already challenging enough without the burden of debt.
"Then why ask?" Bumin Jing raised his chin, "Show me your Foundation Stance. I can still guide you during the Body Forging Stage."
"Oh."
Ji Jingqiu now practiced the Foundation Stance, and it could be said that he had mastered it.
Zhang Zhongba stood in the Tranquil Stance, his body's Energy Surge gently oscillating, transforming into a soft, cotton-like cloud of Qi that spread throughout his body with his breathing.
Under the enveloping Qi surge, every inch of his body felt graduallyEach inch of flesh, blood, and bone grew stronger under the nurturing warmth of the Energy Surge. The surge then strengthened silently and powerfully under the nourishment of Blood Qi.
This feeling was simply exquisite and unparalleled.
His practice of the Coiling Dragon Pillared no longer caused the initial soreness and discomfort; instead, it felt extremely comfortable, as if soaking in a hot spring at all times.
After one complete cycle, Ji Jingqiu, looking forward, glanced at his grandfather.
Ji Wumian stroked his chin: "Not bad, follow me."
"Is there anything you need to improve?" Ji jingqiu humJJJi wumian paused for a moment, his face unchanged, and said: "I just thought of, the foundation stances are personal matters, the best is what you discover on your own. How much savings do you have at home?"
"Twenty thousand or so," Ji jingqiu calculated.
This amount is not small, but it's also not much, not even enough for a single divine incense stick.
Moreover, his family had no stable source of income.
Ji wumian turned into the house and took out his terminal.
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After a moment.
A notification popped up on Ji Jingqiu's terminal.
"You have received a transfer of 803,134.23 federal credits..."
"I still have some private savings, take that to buy a few gene enhancement agents. PractMMPracticing martial arts requires a lot of resources, unfortunately, we don't have much to offer."
"Since you've already decided, why not see how far you can go? The path of martial arts is long and arduous, but the journey will lead to the destination."
Seeing this string of numbers, Ji Jingqiu's mood became somewhat complicated.
Talking about private savings, in fact, it is actually pension money, isn't it?
But... gene enhancement agents?
This was a craze of twenty years ago, during the gene editing craze.
The product has long been banned, and can only be found on the black market in the lower levels.
Ji jingqiu helplessly said, "Can you use that stuff?"
Ji wumian glanced at him: "Others are afraid of that thing, are you still afraid?"
Ji jingqiu opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly didn't know what to say.
A feeling...
It seemed to make some sense?
The old man's meaning was very simple, he even withstood the most terrifying Nete Poison Syndrome for sixteen years, so why would he still fear gene enhancement agents?
Indeed, the reason this thing can still circulate on the black market is because in this world, there are people who don't need to consider the consequences.
Ji wumian, the divine in the True Essence Realm, a set of 'Divine Building Needles' costs fifty thousand federal credits, a full course of eight needles, we can't afford as a family, so we can only take a slight detour.
Ji jingqiu could not help but there is a significant gap, right?
"Enough nonsense," Ji wumian sternly rebuked, "you should respect the four million a bit. These eight needles can at least level the gap in innate Bone Structure you were born with to reach the starting line."
Ji jingqiu:: "…"
Ji wumian asked, "Do you want to learn handPunching and Grappling, or Sword and Spear?"
Ji jingqiu thought carefully for a moment: "I guess the Blade, I should choose to learn the Blade."
"Oh, why?" Ji wumian was curious.
Jingqiu laughed, "What did the old man study in the past?"
He loved history, especially the chaotic era of the Federation's founding.
According to historical records, the seven Founding Marshals who laid the foundation of the Federation used the most blades, followed by swords, spears, and fists.
"Boxing techniques," Ji wumian slowly replied, "I like to speak with my fists, this life I hate blades the most."
(End of Chapter)
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