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At the Back Mountain of the Zhao Family, Zhao Li used his understanding to trace the path of cultivation on the Continent.
Dou Qi cultivation, after tens of thousands of years of development, has seen geniuses who suddenly comprehend the Dao and master the Power of Laws, becoming Martial Ancestors or Martial Venerables; or those with extraordinary talent who push the boundaries of the paths opened by their predecessors, becoming Martial Saints or Dou Huangs, opening up Space and undergoing Bloodline Transformation to benefit future generations; or as the environment changes, cultivation methods that no longer work as they once did, leading to the exploration of new paths, gradually expanding and supplementing the cultivation system, transitioning into new realms...
To this day, the cultivation of Dou Qi has reached its peak, forming a complete system. A Martial Practitioner embarks on the path of cultivation, progressing from Fighting Scholar, Great Fighting Scholar, Fighting Spirit, Fighting King, Dou Huang, using the energy of heaven and earth, to Douzong, Douzun, and even Dou Sheng, who master the rules. As for Dou Huang, they might be able to define the rules to some extent...
Thinking about this, Zhao Li pinched the bridge of his nose. After all, these were just speculations based on the information from books and his own knowledge.
Since his transmigration, Zhao Li had already realized that this was a real world, and what was written in books was just a glimpse of it...
"Dao Follows Nature, perhaps I can also open a cultivation method and become the ancestor of a path..."
Zhao Li muttered, then shook his head, gradually calming down:
"Though paths are created by people, what virtue or ability do I have to compare with the wisdom of countless generations of geniuses? Perhaps on the journey to climb the mountain, to see the landscapes I have never seen, I will also carve out a path for myself..."
Zhao Li collected his thoughts:
"For now, I should focus on solid ground and cultivate diligently. First, I'll set a small goal: to reach Dou Sheng."
Zhao Li adjusted his mindset, set a small goal for himself, and then got up and left.
In the Training Ground, two descendants of the Zhao Family's side branches were sparring, exchanging blows fiercely. The crowd below was cheering loudly, egging on the sparring participants.
Suddenly, a cry of surprise erupted from the crowd. The youth who had been on the verge of falling off the stage suddenly shouted:
"Mystic Yellow Palm!"
Mystic Yellow Palm, High Yellow Rank, can be cultivated even in the Dou Qi stage.
His sudden shout indeed made his opponent hold back a bit, guarding against his attack. But then the youth suddenly lunged forward, grabbing his opponent and giving him a solid bear hug, slamming him to the ground.
"It's me who won. You landed outside the stage before me!"
"You cheated! I was caught off guard and didn't dodge."
After returning from the Back Mountain, Zhao Li ate something to fill his stomach and then came to the Training Ground to study combat techniques.
The sparring between the two didn't interest Zhao Li. He took out a scroll and read it alone to one side. Hearing the conversation from the other side, Zhao Li looked over and saw that it wasn't the puffy face from his previous life. He then smiled mysteriously.
Looking at the clan member who lost but refused to admit defeat, Zhao Li thought of 'Master Ma' from his previous life, who had become famous for a long time due to a prank by a silly internet friend. Zhao Li's restless heart stirred again, and he quietly mixed into the crowd, saying:
"Young people don't respect martial virtue, resorting to sneak attacks! Is this good? No, it's not! Hope you drink more water."
Just as the words were spoken, the audience burst into a series of loud laughs, filling the Training Ground with a joyful atmosphere.
Zhao Li, having satisfied his inner sense of mischief, felt a sudden clarity of mind, his face beaming with a smile. His thoughts seemed to become more active, and a sudden inspiration struck him. He thought of the three-character principle that Master Ma had summarized: "Receive, Neutralize, Emit." In this world where cultivation truly existed, it was a genuine cultivation theory. With this thought, Zhao Li gained another insight.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Zhao Li absorbed this new understanding and felt quite satisfied. This sudden enlightenment allowed Zhao Li to successfully integrate the theory of transformation into the application of Dou Qi. While it might not yet reach the level of moving a thousand pounds with just a few ounces, it could still use the opponent's force against them, adding a significant boost to his combat strength.
"Zhao Li, I heard you've advanced to the Martial Practitioner stage. You haven't engaged in much combat these past few years. Combat techniques are essential for real battles. If you don't master them proficiently, a minor defeat in battle could cost you your life. I'll practice with you, to help you improve."
It was an extra player who, seeing Zhao Li practicing for a long time and apparently making a breakthrough, felt a surge of envy and jealousy. He stepped forward to challenge Zhao Li.
Zhao Li looked at the challenger and had a vague impression. He seemed to have seen him at the Family Coming-of-Age Ceremony a couple of years ago, when he was already a Three-Star Martial Practitioner. Zhao Li sighed inwardly, feeling that the young people nowadays were too restless. They might have some talent, but they didn't focus on cultivation, always thinking about stepping on others to show off. Why bother?
"Ah, yes, yes, Cousin, you're right. I appreciate your kindness and willingness to practice combat techniques with me."
Zhao Li agreed, wanting to put his recent insights into practice, with no intention of humiliating anyone.
Seeing Zhao Li's seemingly slow reaction, Zhao Ming felt a bit disdainful but said,
"It's my duty. I just hope it will provide you with a bit more security when you go out to train in the future."
Naturally, there were people in the crowd who noticed Zhao Li and Zhao Ming. They exchanged glances, and their gazes towards Zhao Ming were complex, with a mix of resentment and disgust.
"Zhao Ming is at it again, using his 'for your own good' rhetoric to suppress others."
"How shameless. He only targets us younger ones. Why doesn't he challenge Sister Hongyu and the others?"
"Thick-skinned, but not stupid. Why would he seek his own humiliation?" someone replied, casting a probing glance at the speaker, "Is this guy one of those naive ones?"
"Who knows who the victim this time is?"
"It seems to be Zhao Li. I've seen him at the Testing Ground."
"Is he the family's 'legendary' genius? I heard he's advanced to the Martial Practitioner stage. Maybe he's been working hard all along…"
"Ha, Zhao Ming really knows how to pick his targets. Maybe he can satisfy his vanity by defeating a prodigy!"
"Who knows? I used to naively believe he genuinely cared about me and was feeding me moves…"
"Who hasn't, right…"
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Seeing Zhao Li and Zhao Ming step onto the stage, the crowd formed a circle around it. Young people are always full of energy and love to gather around.
On the stage, Zhao Li was unaware of the conversations in the crowd but could feel the many gazes directed at him. He glanced down and noticed that most of his clan members looked at him with a hint of sympathy. Zhao Li twisted his neck, gathered his thoughts, and stopped overthinking. He then looked at Zhao Ming.
"Zhao Li, don't worry. I'll hold back and won't hurt you. But this is a real fight, and Fists and Feet Have No Eyes. You might have to endure some physical pain."