Dragon's Origin

The scroll had the name of a cultivation method on it, a very intimidating name: Heavenly King Fist. Judging by the name, this fist technique must be some kind of earth-shattering, powerful technique.

But Wang Sheng knew very well that this was just a common item that could be found in any slightly upscale shop, worth at most a hundred or so gold coins, the kind of trash that families like the Song and Dai wouldn't even bother collecting in their martial arts repositories.

The exaggerated name was just a marketing tactic by the shopkeeper. Song Lao Yu had also said that this Heavenly King Fist was chosen according to Wang Sheng's requirements, the one that required the fewest acupoints, only six acupoints to cultivate.

Six acupoints, to put it bluntly, meant it had just barely exceeded the baseline of five acupoints for being unranked at the enlightenment stage, and then only increased by the bare minimum of one acupoint to reach the first level of cultivation. It was the fist technique with the lowest requirements.

Even though it was just a common item sold in stores, it would take Wang Sheng, if not gold coins, at least a considerable amount of time to acquire. The Song family, however, didn't need to. They had readily available resources and information, knew where to buy it directly, and even delivered it to his doorstep. Why not?

Opening the scroll, Wang Sheng began to read. The scroll was indeed dutiful, not some deceptive product. It had both diagrams and text, easy to understand, truly the best primer for beginners.

The initial routines and stances, even in Wang Sheng's eyes, were as ordinary as could be. Broad and open, slightly better than the Wang Ba Quan on Earth only in that it had a routine, but that was it. Compared to the military boxing and combat techniques Wang Sheng had learned, or even the middle school students' calisthenics, it only had a little bit more combat content.

Wang Sheng didn't care about the routines at all. What he wanted was the method of using spiritual Qi, and the latter part of the Heavenly King Fist was the technique of using spiritual Qi according to the fist routine. This was what Wang Sheng really wanted.

The content wasn't much, and Wang Sheng paid attention, making it easy to remember. In particular, these techniques had similarities to the method Wang Sheng had already skillfully used to open the Naraku ring with spiritual Qi, so Wang Sheng could understand it very easily.

Once again assuming the Hunyuan stance, Wang Sheng entered a state of cultivation. At the thought, the fighting consciousness little man began to use the stance from the Heavenly King Fist to strike out the simplest punch, the advancing step punch.

Advancing step punch sounded like it had some artistic conception of a fist technique, but in reality, it was just stepping forward and throwing a punch directly. What Wang Sheng was studying was not this kind of fist stance, but how to mobilize spiritual Qi in this punch.

After all, even though the Heavenly King Fist was the simplest, it still required six acupoints to activate. The mobilization of spiritual Qi recorded in the fist technique was targeted at six acupoints. Now, to simplify it to two, Wang Sheng had to rely on the deduction of the fighting consciousness little man.

To put it bluntly, it was changing the spiritual Qi originally provided by at least six acupoints to be provided by two acupoints. Streamlining the acupoints was actually streamlining the route of spiritual Qi mobilization, which was relatively simple.

With the foundation of using the Naraku ring before, Wang Sheng could easily achieve the technique of using two acupoints to provide spiritual Qi for external attacks. Many things were similar, the only difference was that the spiritual Qi required for the Naraku ring to be stored close to the body was very little, enough for enlightenment, while the spiritual Qi required for external attacks was much more, and the required quality was higher.

After the spiritual Qi irrigation that nourished the body during the first level upgrade, the quality of spiritual Qi absorbed by Wang Sheng now had also greatly improved. The compactness of the Yuanshen was several times higher than during enlightenment, which was equivalent to the spiritual Qi being directly condensed several times. The spiritual Qi contained in the Yuanshen was enough to support Wang Sheng in launching fierce attacks.

Wang Sheng would definitely not learn the Heavenly King Fist, which was just for show. Since it was a fist technique, several sets of military boxing were good attack methods. There were those for capturing enemies, and those for killing enemies, enough for Wang Sheng to use.

Staying in this place, Wang Sheng turned the several sets of military boxing over and over again, practicing them dozens of times, familiarizing himself with the techniques of spiritual Qi attacks little by little.

Fighting skills, even with the help of the fighting consciousness little man and talent, could only be mastered through one method: constant practice.

Just like Wang Sheng's marksmanship, Wang Sheng's eyesight was good, and Wang Sheng's hands were steady, but that didn't mean he could become a sharpshooter without doing anything. To become a top sniper, Wang Sheng had fed it with millions of bullets.

Spiritual Qi attacks were the same. Only with a lot of practice could one know the effect of the attack, and only then could one adjust to the most scientific and effective attack position, angle, strength, and so on. The so-called "fists never leave the hand, and songs never leave the mouth" is the same principle.

Wang Sheng didn't have much practice now. No matter how much he knew in his mind, it would be useless if he couldn't use it. He could only strengthen his theoretical knowledge with dozens of repetitions first, and ponder it little by little. On this point, even the fighting consciousness little man couldn't help him. This was a completely different system from the methods on Earth. Wang Sheng could point out the high and low angles of Song Yan's attacks, but it was extremely difficult for him to use them himself.

In this relatively safe place, Wang Sheng stayed for another two days, practicing his fists and skills, while also allowing himself to readjust to the new changes in his body. Only then did he get up and head towards Shanglin City.

The reason for going to Shanglin City was agreed upon with Song Yan. After Song Yan resolved the internal affairs of the family, she would meet Wang Sheng in Shanglin City and provide assistance within her capabilities. This was what Wang Sheng needed, so Wang Sheng had to go back and wait.

In addition, the Thousand Illusion Poisonous Python's eggs in Wang Sheng's backpack still needed to find a buyer. He had a pleasant cooperation with Baoqing Yutang, so he would make a small profit first.

Along the way, Wang Sheng seemed to have become a crazy fist practitioner, using various fist routines while walking. Sometimes, a military knife would suddenly appear in his hand, still following the routines of military combat techniques.

Although fist and foot techniques with spiritual Qi attacks were sharp, they were still not as good as weapons. Wang Sheng had to seize all kinds of time to turn himself into an expert.

The girl in his dream asked him to kill her. Wang Sheng still didn't understand why. Everything could only be investigated when Wang Sheng had enough strength.

In the intervals between practicing fist and foot techniques and military knives, Wang Sheng would occasionally take out his pistol and sniper rifle. His eyesight had improved several times, and he had also greatly improved in the use of firearms. Wang Sheng would not let go of such a good opportunity.

Just as Wang Sheng was engrossed in his own practice and was about to approach Shanglin City, several people suddenly appeared, blocking Wang Sheng's path.

To be precise, it was five people, the five members of the Song family who had been tracking Wang Sheng from the valley, who had been repeatedly stopped by Wang Sheng's small traps, and finally warned to stop.

Song Xiu's leg had already been treated. Although it was still bandaged with splints, after these few days of recuperation and the nourishment of spiritual Qi, his movement was no longer a major problem.

In addition to treating his injuries and recuperating, the five of them had been waiting here for Wang Sheng for three days. This place was still some distance from Shanglin City, sparsely populated, but it was the only way to Shanglin City from the valley. As long as Wang Sheng didn't go crazy and take a detour, he would definitely pass this way. This place was already out of the mountains and forests, and Wang Sheng's attire was easy to spot.

Wang Sheng was engrossed in his practice, and the initial mastery of this spiritual Qi application technique was indeed fascinating. He didn't pay much attention to his surroundings, and Song Xiu saw him on the mountain and blocked him here.

"What's the matter, gentlemen?" Wang Sheng didn't know that these five people were tracking him from behind at the time, but he had already recognized that these five people were in the team that Song Lao Yu brought to the valley. He already had a hunch in his heart that he had been involved in the internal affairs of the Song family.

An important skill for a sniper is to recognize people, to be able to recognize their target in the shortest time in a large square. With special training and Wang Sheng's talent, he could remember people he had only met once for at least three months.

"You're just a barbarian who popped up from nowhere, a trash who's not even ranked, and suddenly became the young lady's fiancé, and you think you're all-powerful?" Every time Song Xiu's leg pain flared up, he would think of Wang Sheng, and he would hate Wang Sheng even more. Seeing Wang Sheng at this moment, how could he hold back, and he directly cursed.

A Song family disciple next to him wanted to stop him, but hesitated for a moment and didn't speak. The five of them had already surrounded Wang Sheng. Wang Sheng was just an unranked ordinary person, and there was absolutely no chance for him to turn the tables. If Song Xiu wanted to curse, let him curse. His injuries were the most serious, and it would be too much to not let him vent.

The others had the same thoughts, all standing around with their arms crossed, watching Song Xiu vent. They estimated that Song Xiu would not just be mouthing off, and might even attack. Anyway, as long as it didn't delay the elder's affairs, they wouldn't care about these small details.

"Explain clearly how the young lady hired some expert to kill the Thousand Illusion Poisonous Python, and hand over the reward money you got from the young lady. We brothers can give you a quick death." Song Xiu slowly walked forward with a sinister smile, threatening, "Otherwise, we'll break your arms and legs first, and then cut off pieces of your flesh to feed that tracking guinea pig."

Now Wang Sheng understood how these guys tracked him in the jungle. It turned out that there was a tracking guinea pig. Fortunately, he walked along the stream at the time, and used the flowing water of the stream to cover his scent, otherwise he might have been caught up by these guys in the mountains.

From his words, Wang Sheng could hear that a certain elder of the Song family still suspected that Song Yan had hired some expert to solve the Thousand Illusion Poisonous Python this time. He imagined that if he were that elder, he would have the same suspicion. Relying on Song Yan, Song Lao Yu, and himself, an unranked barbarian, to kill two Thousand Illusion Poisonous Pythons was simply a fantasy.

Unfortunately, these guys didn't know his true strength at all, otherwise they wouldn't have sent these straw bags to deal with him. It was estimated that they really regarded him as an unranked trash, and didn't even bother to hide their intention to kill him in their words.

Song Xiu limped to a place not far from Wang Sheng, pointed his finger at Wang Sheng's nose, and was about to continue cursing, but Wang Sheng didn't want to listen to anything more and directly attacked.