Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 272 Sparring

It was midday in early spring.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but because the tower was much taller than the ground, the wind made it a bit chilly.

The two sat by the window, looking at the scenery outside, completely oblivious.

This was also the first time Yang Silang had ever sat in the secret chamber of the tower and looked down.

The view from this vantage point, overlooking the densely packed buildings of the city, offers a unique perspective.

Even the slight resentment he felt because of Hu Jiaoniang's matter was swept away.

The two had just gotten very drunk last night, so they were only having a light drink today.

"Brother Yang..." Fu Liunian said with great emotion, "There were so many people yesterday that I didn't have a chance to thank you."

"If it weren't for your cup of Yin-Yang Rebirth Tea, I'm afraid I would never have become a Grandmaster in this lifetime."

"It seems like we're just one step away, but we're actually far from it."

Yang Silang shook his head.

"Brother Fu, in the end, it's because you've accumulated enough experience, you just lack some luck."

When luck comes, things will fall into place naturally.

Fu Liunian shook his head and smiled.

"I know my own family's affairs; it's not like that."

His age and blood circulation are major weaknesses, and for a master like him, the Yin-Yang Rebirth Tea won't significantly improve his foundation.

But even that "little bit" of improvement was enough for him to fully utilize the resources he had accumulated over decades and successfully break through to the next level.

The two chatted for a few minutes.

Yang Silang asked curiously.

"Brother Fu, what are your plans for the future?"

"But I'm going back to the capital to reunite with my family."

Yesterday, someone from the Martial Arts Academy said that, according to the custom of the dynasty, grandmasters like Fu Liunian, who came from the Martial Arts Academy lineage, should return to the Martial Arts Tower in the capital to cultivate in seclusion.

Enjoy various royal secret realm treasures and resources, hoping to break through to the Martial Saint realm.

Fu Liunian shook his head.

"I would like to, but the Martial Arts Tower might not transfer me back."

"I am eighty-one years old. Since the founding of the dynasty, there has never been such an old grandmaster."

"The saying 'late bloomer' is just a nice way of putting it; in reality, I know that my potential has already reached its limit."

He took a sip of his drink and squinted as he spoke.

"Excluding those aristocratic families and major sects, the youngest person in the dynasty to officially become a Grandmaster of the Golden Marrow should be thirty years old."

"That was the top martial arts champion in the tenth year of Emperor Zhaoming's reign, when he built the capital's spirit-suppressing array."

"I am fifty-one years younger than others, and my aptitude can be described as dull and clumsy."

"Do you think the Martial Arts Tower would be willing to spend a lot of resources on an old master like me?"

Yang Silang remained silent.

These words are unpleasant and harsh, but they are the truth that hits home.

Fu Liunian is no longer young and impetuous; he can face his reality squarely.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fu Liunian smiled again.

"Then guess whether this youngest Grandmaster eventually became a Martial Saint?"

Yang Silang looked at his expression and asked in confusion.

"Don't you have any?"

Fu Liunian nodded.

"This martial arts champion was exceptionally talented, and was able to become a grandmaster at the age of thirty despite coming from a humble background."

"Emperor Zhaoming took a liking to him, who had no background, and promoted him several times to become the chief constable of the Six Doors, where he was busy solving cases every day."

"He was a sharp and swift blade, and he was only relieved of his duties after Emperor Zhaoming passed away and a new emperor ascended the throne."

"By then, he was already very old and frail. This sharp knife had been dulled over the years of fighting with the powerful and wealthy and competing with aristocratic families."

Even though Emperor Zhaoming bestowed upon him a top-grade elixir before his death, he never broke through to become a Martial Saint in his lifetime.

"On the contrary, because he repeatedly faced risks and fierce battles while in office, he suffered numerous injuries and ultimately did not live to be 100 years old before passing away."

As long as a grandmaster doesn't die an unnatural death, living past a hundred years old is a breeze.

This martial arts champion was not exactly long-lived.

"Brother Yang...that's why I told you to break through as early as possible..."

"I believe you will eventually break through and become a Grandmaster. Let me tell you an old saying."

"Those who break through to the Grandmaster realm after the age of fifty have almost no hope of becoming a Martial Saint in this lifetime!"

"So even if I wanted to return to the capital, the Military Affairs Bureau might not be able to transfer me back."

Yang Silang lowered his head and silently read the words aloud.

"If one breaks through to the Grandmaster realm after the age of fifty, there is no hope of becoming a Martial Saint in this lifetime..."

Well, I'm only twenty-one years old, I have plenty of time, so I'm not afraid.

"Anyway, I've been in Jiangdong Province for over twenty years, this place is already my home..." Fu Liunian's tone was tinged with bitterness.

"Let's skip the Martial Arts Tower..."

Yang Silang laughed heartily.

"It just so happens that your great-granddaughter is also in Jiangdong."

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"Now I can report back to my master."

"Your daughter, you should teach her properly yourself."

"Please give her your opinion again and help her choose a good husband."

Fu Liunian perked up and laughed happily.

"Too."

"Brother Yang, you're right."

He suddenly felt a pang of regret.

hiss……

Isn't this Brother Yang right in front of us the best candidate?

What was I thinking when I let this person become my great-granddaughter's teacher?

That was a terrible move.

The two chatted idly for a while, finishing all the food and drink.

There was a silver bell in Fu Liunian's room, with a copper pipe buried underneath. When the bell rang, a servant would come up to clean it and serve tea.

Fu Liunian asked Yang Silang whether he intended to take up an official post after passing the imperial examination.

Yang Silang shook his head.

He took the imperial examination purely to learn Taizu Changquan (a style of Chinese martial arts).

What's so good about being an official? Especially in this chaotic world?

Having the title of Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations) and being able to protect one's family is enough.

"I can't speak for other methods, but I do have some expertise in the Martial Arts Hall lineage."

"I'm already 81, I could actually retire now."

"If you want, I'm confident I can arrange it so you can temporarily serve as the Grandmaster of the Tower. After ten or eight years, you'll be officially appointed."

"This job is easy and has no responsibility. You can receive a monthly salary and guard a tower where you can freely observe martial arts. You'd be a third-rank official, no less."

"Actually, it's a great job."

"If you don't think you're good enough, you can become the head instructor in this martial arts hall."

Yang Silang laughed heartily and waved his hand.

"Just forget about it, Brother Fu."

"I don't want to be stuck in the tower all day, only able to leave once a month. Isn't that like being in prison?"

"I'll talk about my matter later."

It was still early.

Yang Silang did not want to go home.

He squinted at Fu Liunian, a thought suddenly occurring to him.

"Brother Fu, you've become a Grandmaster, but you haven't fought anyone yet, have you?"

"Brother, I'd like to have a friendly spar..."

Fu Liunian raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

"Okay... but let me explain first."

"My style of boxing is called the Cold-Infused Five Treasures Fist."

"Actually, the name was changed; it used to be 'Five Organs,' not 'Five Viscera'!"

"This fist technique's true energy excels at penetrating the body and specifically freezes a person's internal organs and meridians."

"When facing the enemy, the enemy may not feel the danger at first, only a slight numbness in the internal organs; but when they feel cold, the cold has entered the body and is already deeply ingrained and difficult to reverse. It may only take a moment for the cold to explode and freeze a person into an ice sculpture from the inside out."

"If you think it's wrong, just say so and we'll stop here."

"I have grasped the true meaning of the Ice Containment Seal."

"Skilled in gathering qi and blood, sealing all things, locking true qi, and determining life and death."

Seeing that Fu Liunian was generous and upright, Yang Silang also spoke seriously.

"Brother Fu, you know that I practice the Great Five Elements Fist."

He said slowly.

"I have mastered all five moves of the Great Five Elements Fist, and I have grasped some of the true meaning of the five elements."

Fu Liunian's eyes lit up when he heard this.

What does it mean to have grasped a little? It means that you have gathered the true meaning of the five elements. What difficulty is there in becoming a grandmaster? It's just a matter of grinding and spending some time.

"Good lad..."

"Watch out for my fist..."

Without further ado, he took a step forward and threw a punch straight at Yang Silang's chest.

This punch wasn't very fast either.

When he throws a punch, his body's energy and blood are contained internally, but he is only at the level of Iron Bones.

However, even as the fist was in mid-air, his blood and qi surged instantly, and a light red mist of blood and qi swirled around his body.

A dazzling light of icy true energy shone from the edge of his fist.

The secret room was not very big to begin with.

Fu Liunian threw a punch, and Yang Silang felt as if the entire secret room was about to be filled by this punch!

Everything in front of him, and even in front of, behind, to the sides of his body, was under the force of his fist.

Before the true energy even reached the body, a penetrating chill already swept over, and a layer of white frost had appeared on the ground.

Yang Silang felt his blood and qi stagnating, his true energy blocked, and even his mind was filled with a suggestion that came from nowhere.

That punch can't be blocked!

Absolutely unstoppable!

Run away!

This is the essence of ice's gathering, sealing, locking, and fixing...

When a grandmaster makes a move, even before the fist arrives, the overwhelming intent of the fist surges forth, shattering the courage and spirit of the opponent.