51: Chapter 51 Guo Jing's Innate Pure Yang Power

With matters in Jiaxing concluded, Zhang Sanfeng went into seclusion for three months, melting the Innate Skill and the Pure Yang Infinite Skill into one furnace to create the Innate Pure Yang Skill, which lowered the threshold for cultivation.

This technique removed the harsh restrictions of the Pure Yang Infinite Skill and also mended the fatal flaw of the Innate Skill, which drained one's life essence.

Although it lacked the earth-shattering power of the Innate Skill, it excelled in its pure Foundation and steady progress, making it especially suitable for those with a focused Heart-Nature and indomitable spirit.

The day he emerged from seclusion, it happened to coincide with the Jiangnan Seven Freaks preparing to depart.

The half-year deadline had arrived. Master Qiu Chuji had already gone north to find Yang Kang. With their packs on their backs, the Seven Freaks wore determined expressions—even if Mongolia was thousands of miles away and their survival uncertain, they would never betray the promise they made to Guo Xiaotian.

Zhang Sanfeng offered to accompany them. Ke Zhene was both surprised and delighted, repeatedly saying, "It is an honor to have the Daoist travel with us!"

The group traveled light, crossing the Yellow River, passing Yanmen, and traversing the vast deserts and Gobi, arriving at the banks of the Onon River in two months.

As the group was hiding behind a sand dune to observe, they suddenly heard a child's scream.

Not far away, a warhorse, startled by a stray arrow, reared up on its hind legs, its iron hooves slamming down hard toward a little girl standing frozen in place.

At the critical moment, a six-year-old boy in a tattered sheepskin coat lunged out, using his back to forcefully shove the girl away, though he himself was struck on the shoulder by the horse's hoof and tumbled over a zhang away.

The boy climbed up, brushed the sand off his body, and a streak of blood from a cut on his forehead ran down his cheek. Yet, he seemed completely unaware of it, just grinning foolishly at Temujin, who was galloping over.

His eyes were as clear as the prairie sky, without the slightest impurity.

"It is Guo Jing!" Zhu Cong lowered his voice, which could not help but tremble.

They had inquired in many places beforehand and confirmed the boy's identity.

The eyes of the Jiangnan Seven Freaks instantly turned red. They had traveled thousands of miles and endured endless hardships, but they had finally found the orphan of Guo Xiaotian.

The Seven Freaks hurried forward to reveal their identities. Upon learning they were his father's old acquaintances, Guo Jing dropped to his knees with a thud and respectfully kowtowed three times.

Ke Zhene stroked his head, tears streaming down his face, and immediately wanted to pass on all the unique skills of the Seven Freaks.

But reality soon dealt the Seven Freaks a heavy blow.

Ke Zhene was so angry that he slammed his iron staff against the ground and scolded, "Why are you so stupid! You cannot even learn such simple Moves; how will you take revenge in the future!"

Guo Jing lowered his head, fingers picking at the corner of his clothes, his face full of guilt, yet he did not say a word.

Before dawn the next day, he was out again with a whip, practicing over and over outside the tent. Even when his palms were rubbed raw into bloody blisters, he refused to stop.

Zhang Sanfeng watched for three days before finally approaching the Jiangnan Seven Freaks.

He said in a deep voice, "The seven of you are wrong. Guo Jing is not stupid; his mind is simply too pure. Those martial arts that are full of variations and require adaptability will only cause his mind to become scattered."

"His Aptitude is superior, his Origin Qi is three times richer than the average person's, and he has a heart like a rock. He is most suited to cultivating orthodox Xuanmen Internal Skills that require perseverance—focusing on intent rather than Moves, holding onto the One to transform into the ten thousand."

The Seven Freaks looked at each other. Ke Zhene hesitated and said, "But we are all Loose Cultivators of the Jianghu; we do not possess any orthodox Xuanmen Cultivation Techniques..."

"Rest assured." Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly. "I will teach him a Xuanmen Cultivation Technique to establish his Foundation. With his Heart-Nature and Aptitude, within three years, he will inevitably far surpass his peers."

That night, Zhang Sanfeng called Guo Jing into his tent.

Only a butter lamp was lit in the tent. The flickering firelight illuminated the boy's honest face.

"Guo Jing, do you want to learn martial arts that can protect your mother and Hua Zheng?"

"I do!" Guo Jing nodded vigorously, his eyes shining like stars. "I also want to Master martial arts to kill those bad people who bully the good!"

"Good." Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand, a wisp of faint golden True Qi condensing at his fingertip.

"Today, I accept you into the Wudang Sect and teach you the Innate Pure Yang Skill."

"This technique does not require you to understand too many theories. You only need to remember the rhythm of breathing, meditate for two hours every day, guide the Qi through the Dantian, and circulate it through the Meridians."

"Remember, a mind without distractions, consistency, and perseverance are the best methods."

He did not explain those obscure theories; he simply held Guo Jing's hand and guided the circulation of the Qi within his body.

Guo Jing truly did not disappoint. His mind was as clear as a mirror, without the slightest distraction. As soon as Zhang Sanfeng finished guiding him once, he was able to circulate the True Qi along the path himself.

Other children would become restless after meditating for half an hour, but Guo Jing could sit for two hours without moving a muscle, his breathing even merging with the rhythm of Heaven and Earth.

In just seven days, he had opened the Ren Meridian and condensed the first wisp of Innate True Qi in his Dantian—this speed was twice as fast as Zhang Sanfeng had expected.

"Truly a genius gifted by Heaven." Zhang Sanfeng sighed inwardly.

The world laughed at Guo Jing for being stupid, not knowing that his Heart-Nature of "great wisdom appearing as stupidity" was the supreme Aptitude for cultivating Xuanmen Internal Skills.

Only with a mind free of distractions can one become one with the Dao.

After he mastered the basics of Internal Skill, Zhang Sanfeng dismantled and simplified the Wudang Cotton Palm and Taiji martial arts, leaving only the core Taiji Thirteen Forms.

These Moves discarded flashy variations; every Move was direct and straightforward, emphasizing that "force rises from the ground, and strength is born from the heart."

Guo Jing practiced with ease. Although his Moves were clumsy, he put his full strength into every strike, concentrating all his power into his fists and feet.

Others would get annoyed after practicing ten times, but he could practice hundreds or thousands of times, until every movement was etched into his bones and became an instinctive reaction.

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

That day, Han Baoju watched Guo Jing practicing the Taiji Thirteen Forms outside the tent. Seeing his slow movements, like an old turtle, he felt unconvinced.

He said to Ke Zhene, "Big Brother, I do not see anything special about this skill. I want to test what he has actually managed to Cultivate in these three months."

Saying this, he walked forward and smiled, "Jing'er, come, spar a few Moves with Master Han. Do not be afraid."

Before his voice had even faded, he punched toward Guo Jing's shoulder.

He only used thirty percent of his strength, assuming he could easily knock Guo Jing down.

Guo Jing subconsciously turned to the side, his right hand following the momentum to guide, which was exactly the "Grasping the Sparrow's Tail" from the Taiji Thirteen Forms.

He did not understand what "using softness to overcome hardness" meant; he simply followed the instinctive reaction he had honed over these days, gently guiding along the opponent's force.

Han Baoju felt a soft yet tenacious force coming toward him. His fist felt as if it had struck cotton, and his body staggered forward three steps involuntarily.

"Eh?" Han Baoju was startled. He immediately stopped holding back, poured fifty percent of his Internal Energy into his fist, and struck again.

Guo Jing did not dodge or avoid. He blocked with his left hand and violently thrust his right fist forward.

"Bang!"

As fist and palm met, Han Baoju felt a fierce and pure Pure Yang Internal Energy surge up his arm, numbing his entire arm and forcing him to retreat three steps before he could stabilize his stance.

He looked at his reddened palm, then at the bewildered Guo Jing, too shocked to speak.

"Good! A truly good Innate Pure Yang Skill!" Ke Zhene slapped his thigh in excitement and bowed deeply to Zhang Sanfeng.

"The Daoist is truly a Divine Being! We were blind and disrespectful before; I hope the Daoist will forgive our sins."

"You seven are overstating it." Zhang Sanfeng helped Ke Zhene up.

"Guo Jing's Foundation is now stable. Next, he can learn some combat techniques to broaden his experience. With his resilience, he will surely be able to Master and integrate them."

Just then, Temujin's personal guards arrived, respectfully inviting everyone to a banquet.

It turned out that Temujin had learned that Guo Jing had taken a Master from the Central Plains, and having heard that Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts were unparalleled, he had specially set up a banquet in the great tent to witness the splendor of Central Plains martial arts.

The banquet was held on the grasslands by the Onon River, with roaring bonfires and the aroma of roasted whole lamb filling the air.

After three rounds of wine, Temujin clapped his hands and said in a deep voice, "Please, Great Shaman, bless our warriors!"

As his words fell, an old man draped in animal skins and wearing a skull mask walked out slowly.

He held a human-skin drum, and dozens of animal bones hung from his waist. With every step he took, the animal bones made a strange "clattering" sound, making people's hair stand on end.

The Great Shaman walked to the center of the bonfire and struck the human-skin drum violently.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The drumbeats were dull and eerie, as if beating against everyone's heart.

He danced a strange dance around the bonfire, his movements twisted and exaggerated, sometimes like a goshawk pouncing on a rabbit, sometimes like a wild wolf howling at the moon, muttering obscure and unintelligible incantations.

Suddenly, he splashed a bowl of animal blood onto the bonfire.

With a "boom," the flames surged several zhang high, turning into an eerie blue-green color.

A wild wind suddenly rose, blowing so hard that everyone could not open their eyes. The wind was mixed with shrill whistling, as if countless aggrieved souls were weeping.

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes narrowed as he focused his observation.

He discovered that the Great Shaman's dance, which seemed chaotic and disorganized, actually secretly aligned with the positions of the Big Dipper, and every movement was guiding the Yin-cold Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth into his body.

Those incantations were not meaningless either; they resonated with the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth through special syllable frequencies.

What surprised him even more was that the Great Shaman pulled a bone knife from his robe, cut a gash on his arm, and dripped the fresh blood onto pre-drawn runes.

The runes instantly lit up with red light. His aura surged several times over, his eyes turned blood-red, and faint black mist swirled around his body.

"This is the Shamanic art of the prairie," Temujin laughed.

"The Great Shaman can communicate with spirits and summon wind and snow; he is the guardian god of our tribe."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly, but his heart was surging with turbulent waves.

Although Shamanic martial arts seemed rough and primitive, even carrying a hint of evil, they touched upon the Origin of martial arts—communicating with Heaven and Earth and borrowing their power to act.

This coincided with the Taiji concept of "Unity of Heaven and Man," only they took different paths.

He silently memorized the Shaman's runes, incantations, and dance movements, combining them with his own Taiji Dao Rhyme to deduce their meaning, and suddenly everything became clear.

So, Internal Skill could not only circulate within the body, but could also be used to draw upon the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth for one's own use through specific methods.

This discovery deepened his martial arts Foundation, which would be of great help for his future accumulation to break through to the Martial Emperor Realm and his understanding of the Laws of Heaven and Earth.

After the ceremony, Temujin announced in public that he would adopt Guo Jing as his foster son and title him "Noyan," commanding a hundred households.

Zhang Sanfeng stayed in Mongolia for another half-month, teaching Guo Jing the subsequent techniques of the Innate Pure Yang Skill and the essence of Wudang martial arts, and left behind several bottles of Medicinal Pill.

On the day of departure, Guo Jing tugged at the corner of Zhang Sanfeng's robe, his eyes red. "Master, when will you come back?"

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his head and hung a jade pendant engraved with a Taiji pattern around his neck.

"Three years from now, Master will surely return."

"Remember, you are my Wudang Sect Disciple. No matter when or where, you must hold fast to your original heart and act righteously."

"This jade pendant can block three attacks from below the Great Grandmaster Realm for you. Do not use it lightly unless you are at a life-or-death moment."

"This Disciple will remember!" Guo Jing nodded vigorously, clutching the jade pendant tightly in his hand.

Zhang Sanfeng turned around and walked toward the south. His figure gradually faded into the wind and sand, finally disappearing into the horizon.

[System Prompt: Officially accepted Guo Jing as a Core Disciple of Wudang Sect, Daoist Legacy inheritance progress +10%!]

[Guo Jing successfully cultivated the Innate Pure Yang Skill, Wudang Sect's Daoist Legacy has taken initial root in the Legend of the Condor Heroes World, world Origin recognition increased to 30%!]

[Analyzed the Origin of prairie Shamanic martial arts, martial arts Foundation +15%, understanding of the Unity of Heaven and Man Realm deepened!]