Chapter 21: Chapter 21: Cultivation Space

“Standardize the movements a bit!”

“Lift your hands higher, keep the center of gravity down!”

“The movements are wrong.”

“Do it three more times.”

Jiang Ming, dressed in a gray tight-fitting outfit, carried an efficient and sharp demeanor, his gaze akin to that of a hawk as he stared at the disciples on the Martial Arts Training Ground.

“Next movement.”

Jiang Ming walked through the crowd with his arms crossed, causing everyone in his path to tense up nervously.

Jiang Ming had been a martial arts instructor at Lion Roar Martial Arts Hall for only three days, yet he had already fiercely intimidated this group of young people.

This group of youngsters even gave Jiang Ming a nickname.

“Hawk.”

Mainly stemming from Jiang Ming’s piercing eyes and his unapproachable aura.

Jiang Ming held a slender bamboo stick in his hand, which he used to precisely strike the martial arts hall’s disciples at their points of error, slowly correcting them.

Despite being of similar age, no one dared to defy Jiang Ming.

Beside the Martial Arts Training Ground, a giant decorative rock, used as a faux mountain, still bore the imprint of a fist.

Dawn broke, and as time passed, the sun slowly rose.

Soon, an hour and a half had gone by.

Jiang Ming nodded, and turned to a tall and burly middle-aged man, clasping his hands respectfully.

“Senior Brother Li, I’ll leave the rest to you.”

“Junior Brother Jiang, you’re too polite. With your help, I can even enjoy a good sleep in the morning, haha.” Senior Brother Li laughed heartily.

He then looked at the disciples below, his expression turning cold instantly.

“What are you looking at? Start practicing quickly.”

“Lion Roar Fist, first segment, begin!”

“Huh!”

“Ha!”

The men and women on the field, who had rested for only half a moment, immediately stood up and resumed their stance.

Jiang Ming, however, didn’t leave, instead standing under the eaves, watching the disciples cultivate.

His cultivation was at the Late-Stage Acquired Stage, and his qi and blood alone were at the threshold of a martial arts instructor in this world; naturally, Jiang Ming wouldn’t be just an ordinary disciple after joining the martial arts hall.

On the contrary, Jiang Ming was responsible for teaching the students.

For martial arts hall apprentices, cultivation relied on two things: one was the general basics, and the other was the unique fist sequences traditionally taught by each martial arts hall.

The eighteen basic styles: horse stance, splits, five-step fist, kicking, carp jump, aerial flip…

These basics overlapped significantly with those in the national martial arts of the previous life, and even the Mortal Martial Dao of Jiuzhou started with similar basics.

So after understanding them a little, Jiang Ming took charge of explaining this part.

Simply mastering the basics made it easy to take on three brawny men in a fight.

While the basics were foundational, Jiang Ming was more interested in the fist sequences being cultivated by the martial arts hall disciples, the Lion Roar Fist of Lion Roar Martial Arts Hall.

Jiang Ming had dripped Netherworld Ice Spring for four consecutive days, noticeably feeling visual improvement; he could easily capture some detailed areas.

It was precisely because of the Netherworld Ice Spring that these disciples found Jiang Ming to have cold and merciless eyes.

Moreover, because of this, Jiang Ming could feel a special breathing exercise being conducted simultaneously while cultivating the Lion Roar Fist, a breath that vibrates all the body’s cells, thereby stimulating more qi and blood.

Accumulated over time, martial artists in this world could rely solely on qi and blood to achieve a slightly transcendental power.

Jiang Ming’s eyes were fixed on Senior Brother Li, and every detail of his movements was etched into Jiang Ming’s mind.

Numerous figures danced and evolved in Jiang Ming’s mind.

An hour and a half passed.

The sun hung directly overhead, and its scorching rays burned the earth.

Senior Brother Li stopped cultivating, turned to look under the eaves, and discovered Junior Brother Jiang had disappeared without him realizing.

Senior Brother Li wiped off his sweat and muttered softly, “I wonder how much Junior Brother Jiang has learned…”

Jiang Ming was now seated in meditation within his room.

As a martial arts instructor, meals and accommodation were at the very least provided.

“In three days, I’ve already memorized all the fist manuals of Lion Roar Martial Arts Hall. Of course, more importantly, it’s the Qi and Blood Fighting Technique…”

Qi and blood burned on Jiang Ming’s hands, gradually transforming into an illusory lion head, carrying a hint of mysticism.

“A systematic qi blood martial technique is indeed much more meticulous than what I’ve researched myself.”

“Were it not for the Qi and Blood Fighting Technique, given my Jiuzhou inheritance, I wouldn’t have bothered studying Lion Roar Martial Arts Hall’s cultivation techniques…”

“Next… it’s about integrating this combat technique into my own system…”

For Jiang Ming, the qi-blood-stimulating law of the Lion Roar Fist was novel, but there was no need for him to delve into such qi-blood cultivation techniques.

Jiang Ming murmured softly, “Jiuzhou.”

A scroll appeared before Jiang Ming’s eyes.

“Exchange cultivation time.”

Simulation Points instantly changed from ten to nine, and in that fleeting moment, everything around was corroded by light. After a dizzying whirl, a martial arts practice field of an entirely different style appeared in front of Jiang Ming.

“This is…”

Jiang Ming squinted slightly, “The cultivation place of the Red Gold Gang.”

Jiang Ming stepped forward.

Real, extremely real.

Jiang Ming explored around a bit, finding that the space was limited to the martial arts practice field.

And around the practice field were several figures standing still like sculptures.

They were Li Jin’s fellow disciples, those who had sparred with Li Jin back in the day.

Off to the side, on a table, bottles, jars, and herbs were neatly arranged.

After checking, Jiang Ming found it was exactly the amount of cultivation resources Li Jin had for a month back then.

“It turns out the Cultivation Space is tied to Jiuzhou’s simulation…”

Jiang Ming didn’t waste any more time.

He started practicing martial arts right where he stood.

First was the Red Gold Flame-breaking Palm, which Jiang Ming had relied on Li Jin’s expertise in during his first life to step into the Martial Dao.

Jiang Ming compared the Ten Extremes Martial Arts in his mind with the Severing Flame Palm. Bit by bit, he began to improve the Red Gold Flame-breaking Palm turning it into the Severing Flame Palm.

The Red Flame Gold-Breaking Palm had seventy-two forms, but the Severing Flame Palm had only eighteen.

Among them, clearly the predecessor of the Red Gold Flame-breaking Palm was quite ordinary, but Jiang Ming could distinctly feel a qualitative leap occurring in martial arts.

On the martial arts practice field, gusts of wind scattered, sand and stones flew.

Jiang Ming’s palm technique was sometimes fierce, sometimes sharp, sometimes gentle…

And within lay the qi-blood martial techniques of Lion Roar Fist, which Jiang Ming was trying to integrate.

The effect of the comprehension bonus showed at this moment; under Jiang Ming’s mental evolution, the power of the Severing Flame Palm gradually became more acute, and even showed the embryonic form of qi-blood martial techniques.

An idea flashed in Jiang Ming’s mind.

The figures standing like sculptures by the edge of the practice field immediately came to life.

A master at Acquired Peak stepped onto the martial arts practice field, cupped his fists towards Jiang Ming, “Please!”

Jiang Ming also returned the salute, stepped forward, and was followed by a sharp gust of wind blowing.

These Red Gold Gang martial cultivators were all experts ranging from Late-Stage Acquired Stage to Acquired Peak, and while moving they were tireless; in raising their hands and feet, they were agile, devoid of rigidity.

It was as though Jiang Ming was sparring with masters, and given his martial arts cultivation, Jiang Ming even felt a certain pressure.

Wait… tireless?

It was only then that Jiang Ming noticed, unconsciously, three days had passed.

“I see, in the Cultivation Space, I can train tirelessly, then purely in terms of practice, one month in the Cultivation Space can equate to three months, or even longer, in reality! Moreover, with these training partners present, my actual combat experience won’t fall short either.”

An idea had just flashed through Jiang Ming’s mind.

His opponent seized Jiang Ming’s mistake at once, pushing a palm onto Jiang Ming’s chest, causing Jiang Ming to fly backwards.

The opponent was also using Red Gold Flame-breaking Palm!

Jiang Ming immediately grew interested, stepping forward to engage with the Red Gold Gang expert in a mix of fist and foot strikes, with the dull sounds of physical impacts ringing continuously throughout the field.

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