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Chapter 43: Finding One's Rhythm
【Begin training now?】
The prompt appeared in Lu Qing’s Abilities interface. This time, he chose Yes.
In an instant, a flood of information surged through his mind.
Insights into the Nourish Body Fist washed over him like a sudden wave of clarity—each technique, each principle, suddenly crystal clear.
Basing himself on his master’s earlier guidance from the half-mountain cottage, Lu Qing began instinctively practicing the form.
First move. Second move. Third move…
The master hadn’t given names to the individual moves, so Lu Qing simply numbered them in sequence.
He moved slowly, awkwardly at first, going through the motions with stiff, uncoordinated effort.
By the time he completed the ninth move, he tried to begin the tenth—but his body flared with sudden, sharp pain.
Though his mind clearly remembered every detail of the tenth form’s technique, his limbs refused to obey.
He remembered his master’s warning: the forms after the ninth were beyond his current physical capacity.
Pushing further would only cause injury.
He immediately stopped. Instead of forcing the tenth form, he reset—returning to the first.
And so, Lu Qing repeated the sequence again and again, practicing from the first to the ninth form.
With each cycle, the movements grew smoother, more natural.
The insights in his mind began to take root, transforming into muscle memory.
Had someone been watching, they would have noticed the transformation.
On the first round, his movements were stiff, his stances unbalanced, his punches crooked and his posture shaky.
By the second round, his form had improved—more fluid, more precise.
By the third, he was beginning to look like a real practitioner, no longer clumsy.
Fourth… fifth…
Each repetition brought visible progress.
By the ninth round, his form was flawless—each movement flowed seamlessly into the next, precise and powerful.
It was as if he’d been practicing this martial art for years.
When he finished the final form, a sudden spark of understanding lit within him.
Without hesitation, he slowly settled into the final stance.
As he exhaled, a warm breath escaped his lips.
His breath felt smooth, his spirit calm. A pleasant warmth spread through his body—comforting, invigorating.
He smiled inwardly.
He’d finally grasped the essence of the first nine forms of the Nourish Body Fist.
With consistent practice, he knew he’d soon reach the Qi Xue Jing realm—just as his master had promised.
At the same time, Lu Qing began to understand how the Abilities’ Simulation Combat Technique truly worked.
In short, the system didn’t grant mastery.
Instead, it guided him—presenting the core principles and insights of a combat technique directly into his mind.
It accelerated his understanding, but it didn’t replace the need for real, physical training.
He still had to put in the effort—repeating, refining, and internalizing every movement.
Even now, his mind was full of insights on the Nourish Body Fist, but they remained abstract without the discipline of repetition.
"Gurgle…"
His stomach growled.
A pang of hunger reminded him—his earlier training had burned through a tremendous amount of energy.
Recalling his master’s advice, he returned to the house, took down a piece of cured pork he’d prepared days ago, then scooped a freshly caught river fish—about two or three pounds—from the kitchen bucket.
He’d caught it yesterday.
Next, he stepped into the yard and plucked a handful of wild greens.
The vegetable patch he’d planted earlier had only just sprouted a few tender green shoots—too early for harvest.
So wild greens it was.
With all the ingredients ready, he began cooking.
First, he washed the pot and steamed the rice.
While it cooked, he started preparing the dishes.
Soon, two simple but delicious meals were ready: stir-fried wild greens with cured pork, and steamed river fish.
Just as he placed the food on the table, Xiao Yan emerged from her room, rubbing her eyes.
“Xiao Yan’s awake. Hungry?” Lu Qing smiled. “I was just about to call you.”
The little girl patted her belly and nodded seriously. “I think… I’m a bit hungry.”
“Then come eat,” Lu Qing said, chuckling.
Children were strange. She’d just eaten a small snack before bed, yet now, barely an hour later, she was already hungry.
One bowl of rice settled the worst of his hunger, and he exhaled deeply.
He hadn’t felt this ravenous in days—since those first few mornings after waking up in this world.
It was clear how much energy the training had drained.
He ate three full bowls of rice, and every last bit of food was gone.
No leftovers.
After finishing, Lu Qing reclined on the lounge chair, relaxing as he digested.
He needed time to reflect.
Today had been full of revelations.
First—his identity.
Now, he was truly the master’s disciple.
This one step gave him a foundation in this world.
No longer a rootless wanderer, drifting without direction.
Second—his master’s words about martial artists.
The truth was even more staggering than he’d imagined.
The descriptions of Hou Tian Jing Jie cultivators made them sound like superhumans—unbelievably strong, nearly invincible.
And then there were the Xian Tian martial artists—those who could supposedly influence a nation’s fate.
The idea of cultivating one’s body to such power…
Lu Qing couldn’t help but feel drawn to it.
He decided: from now on, martial cultivation would be his priority.
Medical skills would come second—though with Abilities, balancing both wouldn’t be a burden.
But if he was to train, he’d need to prepare for the consequences.
After today’s session, he could already tell: as he advanced into Qi Xue Jing, his appetite would grow even larger.
He’d need to ensure his diet was rich and nourishing.
The old saying was true—“Poor scholars, rich warriors.”
Maintaining a martial arts lifestyle would cost money.
He didn’t know how long the silver from selling the Red Moon Carp would last.
He resolved to head back to the odd-fish fishing spot in a few days.
If luck held, and he caught another pair of rare fish, his financial worries would be eased.
After sorting out these practical matters, he turned his thoughts to the original owner’s parents.
From what Zhang Da Ye had said, their deaths were not natural.
But Lu Qing didn’t intend to dig into it now.
Only when he grew strong enough—strong enough for Xiao Yan’s sake—would he pursue the truth.
For now, he’d focus on living in peace, one day at a time.
After a long moment of quiet reflection, Lu Qing felt his digestion settle.
He reached for the book his master had given him before he left the mountain.
(End of Chapter)
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