Purple Mist Dao Master
Chapter 224 - 188: Backup, Arrives!

Chapter 224: Chapter 188: Backup, Arrives!

Yan Chuan was speechless.

He was silenced.

"Is it not allowed for me to explain to my academy’s disciples?" Yan Chuan still wanted to struggle.

Du Zhenzong smirked, "Wordplay? In the face of absolute authority, even if you’re in the right, they can make black white and say you’re wrong. How can you argue against the officials?"

The authorities prohibited explanations.

Yan Chuan wanted to skirt the rules, but the officials refused, so he could only silence himself.

Just as Du Zhenzong said, ’wordplay’ sometimes works and sometimes doesn’t. Not to mention in front of state officials; even in the past life, children in front of parents—just look at all the posts online fiercely arguing with parents full of eloquence and strong reasoning—but how many truly worked in reality? What parent is willing to listen to such nonsensical arguments?

Useless!

Completely useless!

Direct oppression by authority!

Yan Chuan was no different now. He said it was to explain to the Taikang Academy disciples, but Sima Feng and Ying Xingzheng wouldn’t allow it. When they told you to shut up, you shut up.

So what to do?

Cause a scene?

Yan Chuan did not want to seek death.

"Then forget it!"

Yan Chuan shook his head and put away the ’White Horn Trumpet’ specially made for the ’Jian Province Competition’. Since ’Plan A’ didn’t work, he had to hope on ’Plan B’. Yan Chuan patted the White Horn, "Don’t worry, your time will come!"

The thought just settled.

Yan Chuan was obedient, no longer causing trouble.

But at this moment—

BOOM BOOM BOOM!

Smoke rose, someone came from the west, walking in the void.

"Qi Blood Smoke!"

"This is innate!"

Yan Chuan and Du Zhenzong were both shocked, looking up simultaneously, seeing the newcomer. Upon seeing the face clearly, Yan Chuan was even more shocked—

"Elder Jiang?!"

He recognized the person; it was none other than Jiang Bianliu from the Guangling Martial Arts Concealing Bureau!

...

"Haha!"

"A grand event in Jian Province, and I, though late, am still here!"

Everyone saw an elder traversing through the air, his form changing between Swallow Ascending and Kite Descending, Dragon Walk Tiger Step, Eagle Flying and Horse Walking, and Monkey Jumping and Snake Walking. In a few movements, he landed on the eastern spectator stands.

Some were wary, but the two Cangwu Envoys simultaneously stopped them: "He’s one of us!"

Left Hidden Martial Qu Zhan stood up and laughed, "Congratulations Elder Jiang, for reaching innate!"

"Elder Jiang! Such Qinggong!"

Right Hidden Martial Shen Fanxiang was also pleasantly surprised.

"Haha!"

"Just luck! Just luck!"

Jiang Bianliu, with his celestial demeanor, landed on the platform, laughing heartily, clearly in a very good mood.

"Elder Jiang!"

Present were Sima Feng, Ni Mengtong, Ying Xingzheng, Wang He, and others who all knew Jiang Bianliu. Previously, they might not have taken him seriously, but now, with Jiang Bianliu reaching innate, even the top officials across the province dared not neglect him, all rising to greet him.

Ni Mengtong had heard of Jiang Bianliu, and seeing him breakthrough to innate, she was envious and curiously asked, "Did Elder Jiang manage to create ’Guangling Fist’?"

She heard that Jiang Bianliu had been in Guangling City’s Martial Arts Bureau, trying to fuse Guangling Boxing into one form to create a ’Guangling Fist’ that incorporated ’Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound’.

He had once vowed—

If Guangling Fist isn’t achieved, he would not step out of Guangling half a step!

Now, coming to Yingze City, it seemed more than likely that ’Guangling Fist’ had been created. Perhaps, Jiang Bianliu’s breakthrough to innate was also related to ’Guangling Fist’.

Everyone watched.

Especially Gu Shengyan of Guangling Academy, who was utterly dry-mouthed—

"Jiang Bianliu!"

"Guangling Fist!"

"Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound!"

"Qi Blood Limit-breaking!"

"Ascend to innate!"

Gu Shengyan’s heart pounded, knowing full well that if Jiang Bianliu indeed created ’Guangling Fist’, this martial art, rooted in the Hundred Schools Boxing Skill of Guangling County, would naturally yield significant advantages for Guangling Academy disciples in their practice. This could be an opportunity for Guangling Academy to rise swiftly.

Not just the academy, but also herself.

She, shifting practice from ’Great Success Boxing’ to ’Guangling Fist’, might also have hope to breakthrough to innate like Jiang Bianliu, becoming a figure akin to a demi-god on land.

By then.

Attending such occasions, she wouldn’t need to be obsequious. She could act as decisively and authoritatively as she did within Guangling Academy—that would be gratifying.

Just like Jiang Bianliu at this moment, even Sima Feng had to regard him with seriousness, rise to greet him, and show him full respect.

Limit-breaking is nothing!

Only innate can shine!

It concerns the academy!

It concerns one’s own martial path!

Gu Shengyan was naturally concerned about the progress of ’Guangling Fist’.

However, Jiang Bianliu shook his head, "I did indeed create ’Guangling Fist’."

Alas!

Hmm?

What’s the situation?

Shaking his head?

But created?

Successfully creating ’Guangling Fist’, why the head shake?

Everyone present was dumbfounded, brains nearly overheating.

Jiang Bianliu shook his head and sighed, "I spent eight years of painstaking effort, yet ’Guangling Fist’ was slow to form. At the end of last year, I met a young friend and saw a glimmer of hope. But at the beginning of this year, just when ’Guangling Fist’ was emerging, that young friend sent me a boxing manual. Upon seeing it, ’Guangling Fist’ was achieved instantly, but compared to that boxing, it seemed like child’s play. My innate level wasn’t achieved through ’Guangling Fist’."

Young friend?

Boxing manual?

Everyone was intrigued.

Sima Feng asked, "May I ask, Elder Jiang, who was that young friend? What kind of boxing did they create?"

Jiang Bianliu heard and smiled, "That person is right here."

As he spoke.

He turned and looked around.

His eyes soon locked onto a person in Taikang Academy’s observation seat.

Everyone followed Jiang Bianliu’s gaze and was taken aback.

Ni Mengtong asked instinctively, "The ’young friend’ Elder Jiang mentioned, could it be Yan Chuan of Taikang Academy?"

"Precisely!"

Jiang Bianliu nodded.

...

"Elder Jiang!"

Yan Chuan, together with Du Zhenzong, ascended to the stands. He immediately saw Jiang Bianliu and hurriedly took a few steps forward to congratulate him, "Congratulations Elder Jiang, on your breakthrough to innate!"

"Congratulations to us both!"

Jiang Bianliu stepped forward to shake Yan Chuan’s hands, just like when they first met in Guangling City, as passionate as ever. He sized up Yan Chuan in disbelief, "You actually created such a boxing style, astonishing to me like a deity!"

Yan Chuan smiled and said, "Elder Jiang is the one who’s like a deity! My ’Xingyi Boxing’ is just a nascent creation. I specially asked Elder Jiang for guidance, never expecting Elder Jiang to directly achieve innate, and even cultivate the ’Twelve Forms’ to such an extent!"

"You could see it?"

"Indeed! Indeed!"

"You created ’Xingyi Boxing’, how could you not see it."

Jiang Bianliu had not stopped smiling, having an intimate chat with Yan Chuan, showing a bit of pride, "The ’Xingyi Boxing’ encompasses everything, it can be said to be the mother of all boxing. Particularly, the twelve forms, from these twelve animal shapes—Dragon, Tiger, Monkey, Horse, Chicken, Kite, Swallow, Snake, Alligator, Tortoise, Eagle, Bear—enable people to comprehend the twelve impressions of motion, stillness, rise, fall, stand, hold, turn, bend, lightness, heaviness, speed, and slowness—"

"Motion like a wave, stillness like a mountain, rise like an ape, fall like a magpie, stand like a pine, hold like a crane, turn like a wheel, bend like a bow, light as a leaf, heavy as iron, fast as wind, slow as an eagle."

"Including hand skills, movement technique, leg technique, stepping technique, rich in imagery, comprehensive in strength, truly unprecedented in my life."

"I realized a movement technique from this ’Twelve Forms’, combining the essence of the twelve forms’ movement technique, self-assured it surpasses all Qinggong!"

Jiang Bianliu’s Qinggong was actually realized from Yan Chuan’s self-created boxing?

What what what!

This is unbelievable!

Everyone was amazed. They watched the Qinggong just now, and considering its level, few could compete. Even without Jiang Bianliu’s innate cultivation, the Qinggong alone was superb.

Such a superb Qinggong, rooted in a youth who had just broken the limit?

This was too strange!

Actually, Yan Chuan was also surprised, "Even from the Qinggong just now, it’s evident Elder Jiang’s mastery of ’Twelve Forms’ has reached the level of Refining Fire. It turns out to be true. I’m impressed!"

"Don’t flatter me."

"You were able to create ’Twelve Forms’, your achievements can’t be less than mine?"

Jiang Bianliu laughed and said, "I haven’t named this Qinggong yet; I’ve been waiting for you, and don’t refuse, help me name it."

Yan Chuan, knowing Jiang Bianliu’s unrestrained and straightforward nature, smiled and agreed, and after a thought: "This Qinggong was derived from ’Twelve Forms’, encompassing the profound movement techniques of ’Twelve Forms’, Swallow Ascending and Kite Descending, Dragon Walk Tiger Step, Eagle Flying and Horse Walking, Monkey Jumping and Snake Walking, showcasing all changes in movement technique, without bound, capable of traversing to the ends of the earth."

Yan Chuan’s eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands—

"How about this!"

"Let’s call it—"

"Heavenly Travel!"

...

"Heavenly Travel!"

"Such Qinggong!"

"Such a name!"

Jiang Bianliu and Yan Chuan, this pair of friends with a generation gap, were reminiscing freely here.

Aside.

No one wanted to dampen the mood.

Until Yan Chuan gave Jiang Bianliu’s Qinggong a name, the Left Hidden Martial Qu Zhan loudly praised, then came forward and said, "Elder Jiang, breaking through to innate is a great joy. However, the first round, first match of the competition is about to start. Why not watch the competition, and tonight, we’ll throw a banquet to celebrate properly?"

"That’s right, that’s right!"

"I, in my excitement, almost delayed important matters."

Jiang Bianliu quickly apologized, gesturing to everyone, "Proceed with the match swiftly!"

Everyone listened.

Then allowed the two teams to continue the match.

Seating on the platform.

Jiang Bianliu was at the center, and even Yan Chuan benefited, getting a seat right next to Jiang Bianliu.

Just after sitting down.

Jiang Bianliu looked at Yan Chuan, "You continue."

Continue what?

Yan Chuan was puzzled.

Jiang Bianliu smiled, "Just now, I heard you explaining from outside. You were doing well; now, don’t mind me. Just explain as you see fit, continue."

Is that so!

Jiang Bianliu thought Yan Chuan’s explanation was interrupted by his grand entrance.

But actually—

"It’s not—"

Yan Chuan was about to explain.

Sima Feng said, "Professor Yan indeed explained well; he might as well continue."

As he said.

Yan Chuan willingly agreed, "Sure!"

He immediately stood up, walked to the edge of the stand, overlooking the entire arena, and took out a pair of gold-framed glasses from his pocket to put on. He then raised the White Horn Trumpet in front of him—

"Testing, testing, testing!"

"This is Yan Chuan!"

"The competition continues!"

Explanation!

Continues!

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