The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 92 - 89: Complete Disarray (Metaphorically)

Chapter 92: Chapter 89: Complete Disarray (Metaphorically)

"Thud."

The arrow hit the bullseye, neither veering left nor right.

"Good..."

"Truly impressive, Senior Brother..."

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Scholars were the most elegant and also the best at creating a buzz in this era.

Feng Jiu, lowering his bow arm, revealed a radiant smile and said, "Junior Brothers, have you clearly seen the specifics of the archery stance?"

"Senior Brother Feng Jiu, could you do it once more..."

A few new students who had just joined this year surrounded Feng Jiu, calling out to him.

Feng Jiu implemented the policies set by Qing Yu, if one could not soar in the Nine Heavens and be looked up to, then one must struggle on the ground, be kind to others, and win over hearts.

"Alright, let’s do it once more..."

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"Hey, why does Feng Jiu seem to have changed so much; is Vast Righteous Qi really that miraculous?" Jin Mingxuan sidled up to Qing Yu, nudging him with his shoulder.

Qing Yu pushed Jin Mingxuan’s head away. "Your quiver on your back is poking me."

"He used to harbor brooding feelings, naturally making him a bit more irritable. After being defeated by you with poetry at Lingxian Pavilion, he had an epiphany, which is one of the reasons he managed to cultivate Vast Righteous Qi after his physical health improved. You’re kind of his benefactor when you think about it!"

"Epiphany..." Jin Mingxuan muttered, "You think he’s a Monk or something!"

"Mr. Ming Li, who lectured yesterday, said this. If you have any doubts, go ask him," said Qing Yu as he drew his bow and aimed at a distant target.

"Move aside, I’m practicing archery."

Qing Yu and the others were currently attending the Academy’s archery class. As previously mentioned, the students of Mountain River Academy had to be well-versed in classical learning and also proficient in the Six Arts. Archery was one of these Six Arts.

"A man just needs to be able to ’shoot’ below, and those who rely on their hands are heretical," Jin Mingxuan murmured.

His voice was low, but Qing Yi still heard it. Maintaining his bow-drawing posture, Qing Yu glanced sideways, "Little Jinzha, I find that you’ve been getting cruder lately."

In recent times, Qing Yu and Jin Mingxuan’s relationship had grown closer, hence the nicknames among good friends emerged, although the persons concerned didn’t find it flattering at all.

"Don’t call me Little Jinzi..." Jin Mingxuan complained frantically.

"And it’s partly someone’s doing that I’ve become like this."

"What should I call you then, Xiao Xuanzi, Xiao Ming..." Qing Yu said, then let go of the bowstring, "The fact that you’ve become so crude in such a short time is your true nature. I won’t shoulder that burden for you."

"Thud."

A very standard shot, hitting the center of the target.

Upon seeing this, Jin Mingxuan, no longer caring about the other nicknames, exclaimed, "How can you be so precise, especially since you hadn’t even touched a bow and arrow half a month ago?"

"You don’t have some secret technique, do you?"

"Didn’t Mr. Wuqu, who teaches the class, already say? The three essentials of archery: the eye must be accurate, the heart steady, and the hand firm. When all three align, shooting a stationary target like this is a simple matter of seizing with the hand," Qing Yu explained as he drew another arrow from his quiver, notched it, and drew the bow to shoot again.

This time, there was no "thud" sound. The arrow split the previous arrow at the tail end in two.

"Jeez, is that also that so-called ’three essentials’?" Jin Mingxuan clicked his tongue.

"You guessed right. As I said, shooting a stationary target is easy. If I can hit the bullseye, I can hit an arrow on the bullseye," Qing Yu said offhandedly.

"Wow..."

A surprised buzz suddenly erupted nearby, as Feng Jiu, just like Qing Yu, had shot through an arrow already lodged in the bullseye. However, his audience was more encouraging than Jin Mingxuan, drawing a lot of attention.

"Now you’re not going to tell me it’s just about the eye, heart, and hand, right...?" Jin Mingxuan pointed towards Feng Jiu, speechless.

If Qing Yu could split the arrow, Jin Mingxuan wouldn’t be too surprised. But he found it hard to believe that Feng Jiu could achieve the same feat.

After all, from his observations over the past few days, Qing Yu’s Martial Arts Realm was undoubtedly beyond the Postnatal and had reached the Innate Realm. Such an expert could quickly reach this level of archery in a short time – understandable, since Innate Realm Martial Artists have exceptional eyesight and hand strength beyond ordinary people.

But for it to be Feng Jiu was a bit incredible. A month prior, he was still too weak to truss a chicken. If his accuracy in shooting was innate talent, then where did the strength to split the arrow come from?

"Could it be some Imperial Family secret training method?" Jin Mingxuan blinked his eyes.

"Let’s just say it’s innate talent," Qing Yu replied, as he put away his longbow.

During this period, Feng Jiu had made tremendous progress. Once too frail to attend classes such as archery that required a robust physique, he now participated and progressed incredibly quickly.

All this was due to the "Black Heaven Book" he practiced. In the original text, Lu Jian quickly learned Numb Jump and soon surpassed the long-practicing Oda City practitioners. Feng Jiu’s situation was similar to Lu Jian’s.

Especially with skills like archery that required coordination, he improved rapidly, earning the praise of Mr. Wuqu, the instructor, who heralded him as a future divine archer.

The wonder of Tribulation Power was evident here.

The secret training method Jin Mingxuan mentioned was indeed an accidental hit, somewhat plausible. However, what he couldn’t imagine was the cost of such a method.

"Hey, where are you going?" Jin Mingxuan called out.

It was Qing Yu striding away after packing up his bow.

"I’m going to see Mr. Wuqu," Qing Yu said without looking back, waving his hand.

Continuing to practice on stationary targets was no longer beneficial to Qing Yu. Mr. Wuqu had mentioned before that if one could reach a certain level and get his approval, there was no need for stationary target practice and one could train freely.

Qing Yu wanted Mr. Wuqu’s approval to free up his time for other pursuits.

"Ah? Aren’t you going to wait?" Jin Mingxuan hurried to keep pace with Qing Yu.

"There’s no need."

Qing Yu wasn’t Feng Jiu, who needed to win over hearts. It was clear such training was no longer effective, yet he attended every archery class without fail. He had plenty of other things to do – not to mention those towering piles of Yin Yang bamboo slips in his room. Qing Yu had only read a few rolls from the beginning.

"No loyalty," Jin Mingxuan complained.

Unlike Qing Yu’s rapid progress, Jin Mingxuan’s improvement in archery left much to be desired.

And the reason? Well, that’s something he’d have to answer himself...

Regularly every few days, he’d sneak down the mountain with other classmates to enjoy himself at Tianyue Workshop in Divine Capital.

Even with the support of "Dongxuanzi’s 36 Forms" bedroom secret technique, ensuring he didn’t overwork himself to death, the continuous exertion was taking a toll on his back.

Standing just a bit longer during practice, Jin Mingxuan felt sore and achy, unable to persist.

This experience was shared in the riding lessons as well. Without vast grasslands on the mountain, according to Jin Mingxuan’s own account, he finally understood what the Oiran who had sat on him a few days prior felt like – as if his very frame was being jostled apart.

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