Chapter 1867 — Pondering Martial Techniques, Part One
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These past few days at home, he had gained nothing of consequence. The second layer of the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art was proving markedly more difficult to cultivate than the first; after so many days of practice, Wei Zhao was still stuck at the initial stage, barely able to circulate it smoothly—and even that was thanks to the foundation laid when he had forced out the fire-poison true qi. Otherwise it would have been even more clumsy.
The auxiliary cultivation method for the martial technique, however—ten layers in all—had carried Wei Zhao straight through to the third layer! It seemed to pose no pressure at all, and he was already advancing toward the fourth!
Of course, the martial technique's method also stated plainly that the first three layers were meant for practitioners at the early Earth Stage—that is, even if Wei Zhao cultivated to the peak of the third layer, without his strength reaching the mid Earth Stage, it would be impossible for him to cultivate the fourth. That being so, Wei Zhao naturally slowed his pace. For as he advanced toward the peak of the third layer, he found that pushing any further was easier said than done. Though the fourth layer seemed just within sight, he was still a hair's breadth short—and that was the bottleneck of his strength.
With the remaining time, Wei Zhao picked up once more the martial technique Uncle Qing had given him—the Frenzied Fire Fist!
Previously, perhaps because of the cultivation method, Wei Zhao had practiced this martial technique rather clumsily and had never made any progress; nor could he unleash its full effect in combat against an enemy. But Wei Zhao knew that this martial technique was certainly no ordinary one!
Uncle Qing had in his day been the young master of a certain sect, and the martial technique he cultivated must surely have been a formidable one, by no means commonplace fare. The reason Wei Zhao could not master it purely was entirely his own.
But now, since Wei Zhao had found no more suitable martial technique in the cave, he had no choice but to continue practicing the one Uncle Qing had left him.
There was no one left around him to consult about martial techniques either—Old Man Wei did not know, and ** was not at his side. In all things he could only rely on himself.
The Frenzied Fire Fist—a name of domineering air. From the name alone one could tell that Uncle Qing must have cultivated a fire-element method in his day, though as to what exactly it was, Wei Zhao had never asked, for he could not possibly abandon the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art to cultivate some other internal method.
Every practitioner can cultivate only one innate method. Cultivate more than one, and far from achieving anything, one would be fettered by them and accomplish nothing at all; worse still, cultivating two mutually opposing methods could well lead to qi deviation!
That was precisely why Wei Zhao had been so careful and cautious when choosing cultivation formulas for Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu, never making arbitrary arrangements.
For some unknown reason, whenever Wei Zhao thought back on past events—especially certain things connected with Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu—his heart would always give an inexplicable throb, as though he had forgotten something, yet as though it were all only natural.
The first form of the Frenzied Fire Fist!
This form Wei Zhao had rehearsed no fewer than several hundred times, yet he still could not fully master or unleash it—let alone think of the second and third forms. Wei Zhao simply could not use them at all; he could not even unleash the first, to say nothing of the rest.
This, too, was why Wei Zhao had time and again met with defeat when facing enemies in the past.
This time, Wei Zhao rehearsed it once more—and unexpectedly, he succeeded on the very first try!