Yangg Qing's archery skills were formidable, capable of hitting a target with precision from a hundred paces. What he relied on was nothing less than the tremendous strength of his two arms, capable of lifting a thousand pounds.
Of course.
Whether it was the Land Flying Skill or the Water Dividing Skill, both required ingesting the pills prepared by Yangg Qing, soaking in medicinal baths, and applying medicinal wine.
Without these aids, practicing recklessly would undoubtedly lead to physical collapse within a few years.
Chen Jichuan analyzed the formulas for the pills, medicinal baths, and medicinal wine, but he didn't mind spending some silver coins and still purchased them from Yangg Qing.
Thus.
Chen Jichuan practiced diligently day by day.
Iron Bull Skill, Jade Belt Skill, Land Flying Skill, Water Dividing Skill.
Gradually, his mastery of all four martial arts deepened.
...
Time flew by.
In the fourth year of entering the Great Yann World, in the second year of learning the Land Flying Skill.
Chen Jichuan visited the Ge Family Martial Arts School, where he learned the Eagle Claw Skill and Golden Blade Changing Palm Technique.
He went to the Zhao Family Martial Arts Hall to learn the Lying Tiger Skill and Iron Broom Technique.
He visited the Yangg Family Martial Arts Hall to study the Golden Shovel Finger.
By the ninth year of entering the Great Yann World.
The eighteen gangs of Taiqing Mountain were destroyed, and Yangg Qing pursued them ruthlessly across a thousand miles, ultimately capturing the second-in-command of the Taiqing Gang, "Wave Chasing Silk" Ruan Mu. Chen Jichuan seized the opportunity and learned the Wave Wrapping Skill from Ruan Mu.
In the fourteenth year.
The Land Flying Skill was the first to reach mastery.
Although still inferior to Yangg Qing, Chen Jichuan could easily traverse any rugged mountain trail or sheer cliff. He increased the weight of his training sandbags and sand clothes to sixty pounds, wearing them on his body and tying them to his legs. He ran fifty li in the morning and evening, completing a total of one hundred li daily.
His movements became as agile as a spirit monkey.
When he took off the sand clothes and sandbags, his strides were as swift as flying, earning him the nickname "Flying Leg."
Later.
Two more years passed.
Both the Iron Bull Skill and Jade Belt Skill reached mastery.
He could carry a thousand-pound stone drum and walk with ease. His strength was on par with the former Iron Bull, Lul Peng. His arms were powerful, and his movements circling and interlocking seemed capable of encompassing the Qiankun. From there, Chen Jichuan perfected the Jade Belt Skill, reaching the pinnacle stage known as "Qiankun Ring."
In the seventeenth year.
The Water Dividing Skill reached mastery, allowing him to push back a thousand pounds with ease. His blows landed like mountains crashing and seas roaring, and those who faced his hands rarely escaped death. He also honed his archery skills, capable of taking lives from a hundred paces, fully accurate and deadly.
By the twenty-sixth year.
Mr. Lul, Lul Peng, passed away peacefully at home in the second year after celebrating his seventieth birthday, at the age of seventy.
In the same year.
Chen Jichuan perfected both the Golden Shovel Finger and Iron Broom Technique.
"The Golden Shovel Finger Technique is profound and boundless, its Yin and Yang cultivation exuding immense power. Not even blades or spears could penetrate the Iron Arhat, but if it meets the shovel palm, defeat is certain."
Back then, the Golden Shovel Finger that defeated Mr. Lul, nearly rendering his martial arts skills useless, proved its reputation to be well-earned.
It focused on cultivation of piercing force at the fingertips.
It was especially effective against the Iron Bull Skill.
After practicing diligently for over twenty years, Chen Jichuan could now press his four fingers together and leave dents in iron plates.
Not only that.
The Iron Broom Technique had also reached its pinnacle.
This martial art focused solely on training the legs.
It concentrated all its power in the legs, particularly the lower legs. When the legs were trained to their peak, they could sweep weapons and strike enemies with unmatched force. At its highest level, a single kick could shake trees to the point of breaking. Faced with an enemy, swinging the legs horizontally would lead to shattered bones and torn muscles, leaving no one standing.
With the mastery of both skills.
Chen Jichuan became equally accomplished in both fists and feet.
That year.
He was forty-four years old.
Typically an age where physical capabilities begin to decline.
However, since he only spent half his time in the Great Yann World annually, twenty-five years in the Great Yann World left merely twelve years and six months of physical marks on him.
His bone age was only thirty-one years.
He remained at his peak.
From this year onward, Chen Jichuan began challenging martial arts masters of Lingnan, exchanging skills with them.
Following his renowned medical expertise, his fame in martial arts became equally widespread.
...
The sun rose and the moon set.
Time passed in the blink of an eye.
Chen Jichuan had already spent forty-one years in the Great Yann World.
On this day.
Outside the Chen Mansion in Langning City.
The sixty-year-old Lul Xiong, his hair now silver, arrived with his forty-six-year-old son Lul Zijian, along with three grandsons, Lul Bai, Lul Yu, and Lul Jing. Among them, the eldest grandson Lul Bai and second grandson Lul Yu were already married with children, both bringing their respective families along on this visit.
Standing next to his father Lul Yu was six-year-old Lul Changshou, who looked up at the Chen Mansion with curiosity. He tugged at his great-grandfather Lul Xiong and asked, "Great-grandpa, does 'Southern Dynasty Chen' live here?"
"Indeed."
Lul Xiong, his face wrinkled like a map of wisdom, looked kindly at his great-grandson. Gazing at the little boy, he smiled and said, "Changshou, you came here once when you were two years old. Don't you remember?"
"Dad."
"Changshou was only two years old back then; how could he remember anything?"
Lul Zijian overheard his father's words and chuckled, half amused and half exasperated.
Bai, Yu, and Jing.
The three grandsons stood behind their father and grandfather, stifling laughter, not daring to interrupt the conversation.
Lul Xiong ignored his son and kept his eyes on his great-grandson.
Lul Changshou, unfazed by his great-grandfather's gaze, was at the age where pride and a desire to prove oneself were paramount. Hearing Lul Xiong's question, he quickly responded, "Great-grandpa, I do remember! When I was in Heshui, I even told people about it, but they didn't believe me. They said 'Southern Dynasty Chen' swept through all twenty-eight provinces of Lingnan and would never bother meeting a kid like me. But this time, I'm here to ask Grandpa Chen for a piece of his calligraphy to show everyone that I truly met 'Southern Dynasty Chen.'"
A two-year-old child couldn't possibly remember anything truly.
It was simply what he heard from his parents, imagined, and etched into his mind as if he had actually experienced it.
Lul Changshou, however, was convinced he remembered. His eyes sparkled as he raised two small fingers and added, "After this visit, I'll have met him twice."
"Haha."
"Good."
"Great-grandpa will also ask Grandpa Chen for a calligraphy piece, so you can take it home for sure."
Lul Xiong laughed, amused by his great-grandson's antics.