Chapter 1 The Foundation

Blue Water City wasn't very large. Only a few thousand people had truly embarked on the path of cultivation, and most of them were still in the *fuqi* (qi refinement) stage, not even having achieved *lianxing* (body refinement).

Those who 'can incorporate external scenery as a spirit form' were even fewer. Counting Lan Shuixian, there were only four, and all of them had secret techniques or magical treasures to suppress their 'luck,' making them difficult to capture easily.

But An Qisheng, traversing various realms, had his own understanding of cultivation, and an extremely high perspective on the methods of cultivating the fleshly body.

By observing a single fallen leaf, one can know autumn has arrived; by observing a single spot, one can see the entire leopard.

By knowing the basic parts of the path of cultivation, one can see a part of the future prospects.

With *lianxing* as the exterior and *lingxiang* (spirit form) as the interior, then the next step must be the unity of the interior and exterior, and then, contact with heaven and earth.

The cultivation of the fleshly body is nothing more than essence, qi, and spirit.

The rules of this world are not conducive to qi and spirit, therefore, martial arts, or rather the physical body, is the most suitable path in this world.

"This 'Twelve Dragon Fist' emphasizes intention over form. If *lianxing* is successful, then it can have both spirit and form. With one punch, twelve dragon forms follow, with considerable power..."

Yuan Duxiu retracted his fist and stood upright, whispering the mysteries of this fist technique to his little brother. He suddenly raised his head and saw An Qisheng's gaze.

He was immediately startled.

If he hadn't lost his tongue, he would have shouted out loud.

Immediately, he felt a little annoyed, but then he thought that even if he had innate wisdom, he might not like practicing martial arts. After all, his little brother was only half a month old, and he needed to be more patient.

"This fist technique..."

Before he could finish his thought, An Qisheng's voice rang in his heart: "It's very bad."

Very, very bad?

The corner of Yuan Duxiu's eye twitched, and he couldn't help but retort in his heart: "The Twelve Dragon Fist of Fixed Heaven City is considered a first-class *lianxing* fist technique in the Heavenly Cauldron Kingdom. It's just not as good as the secret techniques of the major families and sects. How can it be bad?"

"Then it can only be said that the martial arts of the Heavenly Cauldron Kingdom are also very ordinary."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

He had studied fist techniques for many years, and he could tell how a fist technique was with one glance.

Yuan Duxiu wasn't angry and continued to ask, "Then tell me, why is it so bad?"

"Your Twelve Dragon Fist learns dragon intention and refines dragon form. The root is wrong. The dragon on paper is not a dragon, and the *jiao* dragon (aquatic dragon), is not a dragon either.

Is your intention the intention of a paper dragon, or the intention of a *jiao* dragon?"

An Qisheng replied indifferently.

Paper dragon or *jiao* dragon?

Yuan Duxiu's breath calmed down. He felt that An Qisheng's words made sense, but then he felt that something was wrong: "The Twelve Dragon Fist itself was created by a great expert who used the dragon as his intention. Once it is refined to a high level, you can comprehend the intention that the great expert comprehended back then."

"But that's not your intention."

An Qisheng didn't say much. He put down the book, slowly got off the ground, stretched his hands and feet, and said unhurriedly, "Seeing you practice the Dragon Fist, I created a set of Snake Fist myself. See how it is..."

Created the Snake Fist himself?

Looking at the little old man half a foot tall in front of him, Yuan Duxiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How could creating a fist technique be so easy?

But the next moment, his contempt had completely disappeared.

Hiss~

A low tearing sound, like the sound of an arm cutting through the air, or like a giant snake spitting its tongue at him.

Boom!

Yuan Duxiu's heart shook. In a trance, he seemed to see an extremely fierce giant snake dancing in the air, its tail coiling and exploding mountains and seas.

Extremely hideous, extremely terrifying.

Too strong, too real, Yuan Duxiu only felt his scalp tingle and took a step back subconsciously.

Clatter~

An Qisheng lowered his arm. His little arms moved too hard and almost dislocated.

"This, this..."

Yuan Duxiu stared blankly at his little brother, momentarily stunned. There was only one word in his heart, and he was a little incoherent.

Although his martial arts had been crippled, he was once a young expert who had refined his *lingxiang*.

How could it be...

"Do you believe it now?"

An Qisheng waved his little arms and legs. This body was too weak, and it couldn't bear it after making a sound.

Yuan Duxiu was still a little dazed, and his eyes became more and more strange when he looked at his little brother. If there had never been similar flowers in the world, he would have thought that his little brother was a reincarnation of a great power.

Who could believe that a child who had only been born for half a month could create his own fist technique, and it was a first-class fist technique that looked extremely fierce at first glance.

"Then, what should I do?"

Yuan Duxiu asked subconsciously, his mind was very careful, and he was completely convinced.

His little brother was probably a genius comparable to Lan Shuixian, Lin Yanlong, or even stronger.

"It's good that you were crippled. It's good to practice fist techniques with me."

An Qisheng waved his hand.

Yuan Duxiu originally didn't have any inheritance, and what he learned was messy. It was nothing to be a pity to be crippled. He could start over again.

It just so happened that this world respected martial arts, and had unimaginable preferential treatment for the cultivation of the physical body, which allowed him to condense a body flower.

He had already achieved two of essence, qi, and spirit. If the body flower was formed again, then the three flowers could bloom together and set foot on the path of longevity.

"........"

Yuan Duxiu was speechless. It was good that his elder brother was crippled?

"Learn what, your Snake Fist?"

Yuan Duxiu was still a little resistant in his heart. Dragons were better than snakes, right?

"Go start a fire."

An Qisheng ordered unceremoniously.

Yuan Duxiu was already numb. He sighed helplessly when he heard the words, and went to get the flint and lit a bonfire in the yard.

"Feel it."

An Qisheng pointed to the bonfire on the ground.

"This..."

Yuan Duxiu looked at the swaying bonfire, gritted his teeth, and sat down cross-legged.

"Cultivation has to be done step by step, that's right, but you always have to walk on the right path. It's easier to understand what you can see, and it's harder to get started with what is illusory. Your Dragon Fist may not be stronger than this bonfire."

Seeing that Yuan Duxiu was still a little unwilling, he pointed to the top of his head: "Isn't something that can be seen every day much better than your Dragon Fist?"

The birth conditions of the fleshly body are very similar to each other. Life may not need such an environment, but the environment needed by the fleshly body is probably not much different from that of Xuan Star.

Therefore, this Myriad Yang Realm also has sun, moon, and stars.

"The, the Great Sun? *Lianxing* and *lingxiang* require an understanding of the internal and external scenery. If the dragon form is not successful, you can still learn from the *jiao* dragon. If the Great Sun is not successful, then there is only this bonfire..."

Yuan Duxiu was stunned, and then shook his head:

"The Great Sun *Lianxing* Diagram is the inheritance method of the 'Great Sun Golden Palace'. Without this method, how can it be practiced? Do you know what the Great Sun is?"

Throughout the ages, all things in the world have their own Dao. I don't know how many great supernatural power openers there have been. Of course, the suspended Great Sun is no exception.

Over the years, I don't know how many people have paid attention to the Great Sun. Unfortunately, the Great Sun is bright and difficult to touch. Except for the 'Great Sun Golden Palace' which has the 'Great Sun *Lianxing* Diagram', there is no second family in the world.

And the Great Sun Golden Palace has long disappeared in the long river of history, and the Great Sun *Lianxing* Diagram has also been lost.

No one would know the Great Sun *Lianxing* Diagram, and no one would be able to condense the spirit of the Great Sun.

To Yuan Duxiu's surprise, An Qisheng nodded.

"I know."

Now, Yuan Duxiu had no choice. Whether he believed it or not, he could only follow An Qisheng's instructions and start practicing.

Feel this bonfire.

This sitting lasted from morning until the moon was in the middle of the sky.

Yuan Duxiu slowly opened his eyes and saw An Qisheng lying lazily on the rocking chair, as if looking up at the stars.

He looked up and saw the crescent moon hanging high, the night was hazy, the stars in the sky were not very obvious, and he couldn't see the Great Sun at all.

He couldn't help but be curious and asked in his heart: "What are you looking at?"

An Qisheng quietly lay on the rocking chair, looking at the starry sky beyond the hazy night, and replied casually: "Take a look at the river, and by the way, take a look at the sea."

Where did the river and the sea come from in the sky?

Yuan Duxiu shook his head and closed his eyes again to feel the weak bonfire in front of him.

What he wanted to feel was not the composition and shape of the flame, but the light and heat of the flame burning and spreading to the surroundings.

If burning is divine intention, then light and heat are the form.

Unity, can it really refine the Great Sun True Form Diagram?

......

In the following half month, apart from Yuan Duxiu going out to buy some necessary food and medicinal materials, the two of them stayed at home.

In this half month, An Qisheng did not teach Yuan Duxiu any fist techniques or martial arts, but only told him his understanding of martial arts, fist techniques, and cultivation.

At first, Yuan Duxiu didn't feel anything, but gradually, he felt the changes.

The first change was that he also truly saw the shortcomings of the Twelve Dragon Fist. The second change was that he had already grasped the mysteries of the fist technique.

The fist technique was no longer a method to comprehend the true form, but truly stood alone. Only then did he feel the mysteries of the fist technique.

On the contrary, there was no progress in the Great Sun True Form Diagram. Light and heat were everywhere, but for him, it was a more illusory thing.

But An Qisheng didn't say anything else, but let it be.

Cultivation is supposed to be personal.

The master leads the way, but the cultivation depends on the individual. He has been a teacher for many years, of course he understands this principle.

Compared to Yuan Duxiu, An Qisheng's progress was much greater.

His realm was extremely high, his divine intention was extremely strong, and his control over his physical body was unmatched. His progress was much greater than Yuan Duxiu's.

Yuan Duxiu didn't understand at first, until the thirtieth day after An Qisheng descended into this world, when Yuan Duxiu was knocked to the ground, he suddenly understood.

Understood what is called gifted and unparalleled talent.

Plop~

Being knocked to the ground again, Yuan Duxiu simply lay on the ground, looking at the bright sun, doubting his life.

He was once a person who had condensed his *lingxiang*. Even if his martial arts were crippled, his muscles and bones still retained some strength. Even if he hadn't refined his true form, he still had the strength of nine bulls and two tigers!

But...

"You, have you refined your true form?"

Looking at An Qisheng reading a book on the recliner, Yuan Duxiu's heart was full of disbelief.

If he remembered correctly, even a talented person like Lan Shuixian only reached this point at the age of three, right?

But his little brother, who had a withered face, soft muscles and bones, and looked like a little old man, was only thirty days old!

Thirty days, thirty days...

Did the legendary kings have such strength in their childhood?

"Not yet."

An Qisheng closed the book and suddenly smiled: "The opportunity is here."