Purple Mist Dao Master
Chapter 62: Cheng Fengxiao Returns: His Imagination Falls Short of the Great Virtuous Master’s Capability! [1st Update, Request for Initial Subscription!]

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Cheng Fengxiao Returns: His Imagination Falls Short of the Great Virtuous Master’s Capability! [1st Update, Request for Initial Subscription!]

"Master!"

Yan Chuan saw Cheng Fengxiao and was filled with joy.

In late July, Cheng Fengxiao accepted the invitation of Song the Chief from Huiyou Escort Agency to escort goods to Qingyang County in Peng State.

They left on July 23rd.

Today is September 18th.

A round trip.

After nearly two months, Cheng Fengxiao finally returned. He was dusty from travel, with his hair and robe covered in dust, yet his spirit was better than when he left, vibrant and upward, much like the revitalized Iron Wire Martial Arts Hall.

"Master!"

Yu Jinpeng and Jin Yutang also saw Cheng Fengxiao and rushed forward, calling out in excitement.

After two months apart.

It felt as if it were just yesterday.

Those present heard Yan Chuan and others calling this man Master, and the clever ones guessed—

"It’s Master Cheng!"

"Tie Qiao Cheng!"

"The Master is back!"

"It’s not easy! I’ve been in the Iron Wire Martial Arts Hall for two months and it’s my first time seeing the master!"

"Master Yan is incredible; Master Cheng must be even more so!"

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Seeing Cheng Fengxiao, the disciples at the martial arts hall bustled with noise, craning their necks to see what this legendary master looked like.

On seeing him, Cheng Fengxiao appeared to be in his thirties or forties, with an unremarkable appearance, his clothes and face covered in dust.

Tsk!

Nothing special to see.

"Go, go, go, all of you, go practice martial arts!"

Yan Chuan waved them off, then pulled Cheng Fengxiao aside: "Master, let’s go inside to wash up. I’ll have someone prepare some dishes so we can talk while we eat."

"Alright."

Cheng Fengxiao smiled, feeling very pleased to be back in the martial arts hall.

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After washing up.

Good wine and fine food.

Cheng Fengxiao ate while chatting.

Wei Quan couldn’t contain himself; with Master back, he had to show off. Having barely spoken a few words, he eagerly performed a set of ’Tiger Form Boxing’ for Cheng Fengxiao.

His mastery in this boxing style was the highest.

By the end of August, he had already reached the entering the room stage. Going into September, after half a month of intense practice, his skills advanced further. Even though he hadn’t yet broken through to the Fourth Realm, he wasn’t far off.

His boxing exuded a fierce aura.

Cheng Fengxiao, a grandmaster of boxing, easily recognized Wei Quan’s level of accomplishment in ’Tiger Form Boxing.’

Third Realm: Entering the Hall!

Seems unremarkable.

But consider that back in June, even before Yan Chuan awakened the ’Purple Mist Palace,’ his ’Tiger Form Boxing’ was also just at the Third Realm, equivalent to Wei Quan’s current state.

Yet Yan Chuan had been practicing martial arts for twenty years!

And what about Wei Quan?

He started practicing Tiger Form Boxing in July, and it’s only been just over two months. Even considering his previous three years of hard training in ’Horse Stance’ and ’Twelve Bridge Hands,’ it totals just over three years.

Over two months!

Just over three years!

Twenty years!

This comparison shows the significant progress Wei Quan made, and highlights the powerful 50% understanding boost from ’Mutual Teaching and Learning.’

Even Cheng Fengxiao was astonished, sitting up straighter, looking at the energetic Wei Quan, then at Yan Chuan, surprised and delighted: "Has he also had an enlightenment?"

Yan Chuan made rapid progress earlier.

Now Wei Quan is following right behind.

Cheng Fengxiao didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Over here.

Wei Quan finished his best performance of ’Tiger Form Boxing,’ stopped and collected himself, striking a pose in front of Cheng Fengxiao, proudly saying, "Master, while you were away these two months, I didn’t slack off!"

He looked up at Cheng Fengxiao, awaiting praise.

"You practiced ’Tiger Form Boxing,’ but beyond your mastery of it, I also see that your foundational skills in ’Horse Stance’ and ’Twelve Bridge Hands’ have advanced rapidly. On the solid foundation of ’Copper Bridge Iron Horse,’ exploring ’Tiger Form Boxing’ yields great results. Executing ’Tiger Form Boxing’ enhances its power."

"At your young age, recognizing the importance of fundamentals is more commendable than your progress in ’Tiger Form Boxing.’"

Cheng Fengxiao’s evaluation was insightful.

In just over two months, seeing ’Tiger Form Boxing’ practiced to this level, even the strictest master would find no fault in either progress or diligence.

"Hehe!"

"Master, you’re too kind; in fact, it was all thanks to the senior disciple’s encouragement!"

Wei Quan was delighted by the praise, feeling very fulfilled.

During those two months of intense practice, especially focusing on ’Copper Bridge Iron Horse,’ which was really monotonous, he felt incredibly satisfied to be impressive today.

Not just Wei Quan.

For the past two months, Yu Jinpeng and Jin Yutang were also driven, practicing diligently. Now with Master back, they recalled their astonishing progress during this period, and after Wei Quan, they too couldn’t hold back, glancing at Master and then at the senior disciple—

Yan Chuan saw and understood, first teasing Wei Quan: "Master praised you a bit, and now you’re over the moon. By the end of the month, let’s see if your ’Horse Stance’ can break through to the Fifth Realm!"

Hearing this, Wei Quan’s face immediately fell: "Senior brother, don’t mention the Fifth Realm, or we’re still friends!"

Horse Stance!

Integration!

Throughout September’s cultivation, Wei Quan realized how difficult it was. Since the end of August, his ’Horse Stance’ and ’Twelve Bridge Hands’ had reached the peak of the Fourth Realm, with a skill level of 99 points.

But after over half a month of daily hard work, he hit a bottleneck and couldn’t break through. Some days, in his impatience, even his ’Copper Bridge Iron Horse’ level dropped significantly.

Wei Quan was distressed!

The more anxious he became, the slower the progress.

Always struggling to break through.

Up and down, advancing and retreating, he was worn out by this ’small bottleneck.’

He was just getting complacent when a single word from Yan Chuan about the ’Fifth Realm’ brought him back down to earth.

Wei Quan.

Deflated.

"You!"

Yan Chuan shook his head.

To handle Wei Quan, it’s not enough to just praise; you also need to curb his arrogance.

Thankfully.

Wei Quan wasn’t the fastest improver in the martial arts hall; above him were Yu Jinpeng and Jin Yutang.

Yan Chuan scolded Wei Quan jokingly and then told Cheng Fengxiao: "Wei Quan’s improving a lot, but he’s restless and lacks stability. Compared to Jinpeng and Yutang, he’s still behind significantly."

Yan Chuan made comparisons, then signaled to Yu Jinpeng and Jin Yutang: "You two, step down and show Master what progress you’ve made these two months."

"Yes!"

Yu Jinpeng and Jin Yutang had been eager, waiting for Yan’s order. They bowed to Master and immediately stepped forward—

Bam bam bam!

Engaging in combat!

Cheng Fengxiao watched them, excited: "Their progress is even greater than Wei Quan’s?"

Wei Quan had achieved a level of mastery in ’Tiger Form Boxing’ within just over two months, progress that could make Cheng Fengxiao smile with pride in previous years, perhaps even considering grooming him as an heir.

With Wei Quan as a backdrop, how much more have Yu Jinpeng and Jin Yutang advanced to catch up or surpass him?

Cheng Fengxiao was curious.

But he soon found out—

"Jinpeng’s ’Tiger Form Boxing’!"

"Yutang’s ’Ten Forms Boxing’!"

Cheng Fengxiao remained observant as the two engaged in vigorous combat, the flurry of punches mesmerizing, switching between ’Tiger Form Boxing,’ ’Crane Form Boxing,’ ’Gongzi Fuhu,’ and ’Ten Forms Boxing’ effortlessly.

However, Cheng Fengxiao could instantly see that Yu Jinpeng was most proficient in ’Tiger Form Boxing,’ while Jin Yutang excelled in ’Ten Forms Boxing.’

Their fight was swift and electrifying.

Cheng Family Boxing VS Cheng Family Boxing!

Same boxing style, same master, yet different specialties.

Understanding each other!

Countering each move!

Back and forth, lively combat.

The fierce battle fully showcased their progress and mastery in ’Cheng Family Boxing’ over the past two months to Cheng Fengxiao.

"Using form as boxing, intention as spirit, stance to generate force, breath to drive power!"

"Excellent!"

"Jinpeng’s ’Tiger Form Boxing’ has been fully integrated and if he were to open his own hall, it would be no problem!"

"Yutang’s ’Ten Forms Boxing’ is slightly lacking in fire control, but there’s a mnemonic for this boxing technique—’Search for bridges when there are bridges, find bridges when there are none, love movement in stillness, love stillness in movement; when others move I remain still, when others are still I move,’ emphasizing steady and tactical advances, waiting in stillness for movement, defending as an attack, with defense containing offense. You tend to be impatient, often attacking before the right moment, which risks stability."

"But you’re strong enough, and in the Jianghu, dealing with random ruffians or a dozen or two bandits, you can handle them with ease."

Cheng Fengxiao praised the two, yet inside was stirred by great waves.

He held off asking.

After the meal was over and Yu Jinpeng and the others stepped aside to clean up, leaving just him and Yan Chuan, Cheng Fengxiao finally asked earnestly: "I’m aware of their aptitude. One person making rapid progress could be explained by an enlightenment, but including you, with the three of them making incredible strides within two months, it’s bizarre!"

Cheng Fengxiao stared at Yan Chuan with concern.

Not to mention the Old School.

Even in the New Faction, few could achieve such rapid progress, bringing Wei Quan and the others’ martial arts to such a level in just over two months, a progress so great.

This isn’t logical!

Incomprehensible!

As the saying goes: if something unusual happens, there must be something strange!

And linking it to Yan Chuan’s recent ’enlightenment,’ Cheng Fengxiao shifted from initial joy to concern—

"Chuan’er, don’t tell me you’ve taken a wrong path!"

He recalled the situations he encountered on this recent trip, growing more worried.

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"Master."

Yan Chuan understood Cheng Fengxiao’s concern, but he truly had no issues: "Actually, from start to finish, I’m the only one who had an enlightenment. In June and July, my understanding of boxing suddenly became clear and my proficiency surged. Everything became clear. Not only myself, but when I was explaining and guiding Jinpeng and them, and the new disciples, it was all clear; I could often hit the mark, pointing out the key issues. Jinpeng and the others advanced quickly, far beyond normal reasoning, precisely because of my guidance."

Yan Chuan spoke with some self-praise.

But his reasoning was indeed sound.

After hearing, Cheng Fengxiao was puzzled: "For three blockheaded individuals to make such rapid progress just from your guidance?"

This was even more outrageous!

Yet, precisely because it was so crazy, it seemed somewhat credible.

Like the rumors of the past, the more ridiculous it seemed, the more unrelated, the more likely it was true.

Yan Chuan laughed: "Master, stay in the martial arts hall for a few more days, stroll around, see the progress of those disciples who joined just a month or two ago in ’Horse Stance’ and ’Twelve Bridge Hands,’ and you’ll see I’m not exaggerating."

Cheng Fengxiao blinked.

The capabilities of a ’Great Virtuous Master’ were beyond his imagination!

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