Chapter 11: Cultivation
The next morning, the two men put out the fire and headed towards the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.
Two hours later, they arrived at Soul Hunter Town. After a quick meal, they boarded their original carriage and began their return journey...
Two days later, they returned to the Po Yi Clan's residence and entered the gates.
"Boy, enjoy today. You won't have a comfortable day in the future. Starting tomorrow, I will personally guide your cultivation. Let's see how long you can hold out!"
Yang Wudi's lips curled slightly, his tone slightly playful.
Watching Yang Wudi's retreating figure, Liu Yanyang sighed, "The revolution isn't over yet. Comrades, you still need to work hard!"
...
In the early morning light, Liu Yanyang rose from his bed, washed briefly, and began running laps around the Po Yi Clan's residence.
The warm sun bathed his rosy face. His even breathing and rhythmic footsteps activated every cell in his body, bringing joy to his heart.
He recalled the happy times in his previous life, when he and his roommate ran five kilometers at night.
Half an hour later, Liu Yanyang paused, a little breathless. He roughly estimated he'd run nearly 20 kilometers, not bad.
After some quick stretching, he returned to the courtyard.
When he arrived at the gate, he saw Yang Wudi already waiting for him inside.
He politely greeted him and then waited for Yang Wudi's training.
"The spear is the king of all weapons, because all other weapons are instantly defeated when they encounter it."
"The spear is also called a thief, because in actual combat, it's powerful, with fast attack and defense speeds and a wealth of variety, often catching opponents off guard."
Yang Wudi said solemnly, his face serious.
Liu Yanyang nodded in agreement. It was very similar to what he had seen on a certain audio platform in his previous life.
"The difference between those who don't practice spear and those who do is a lack of strength."
"Ordinary people's strength is scattered and chaotic, their hands, feet, waist, and legs intertwined, making them unable to hold or defend themselves in a fight. Spear strength, on the other hand, is about controlling these scattered and chaotic strengths, achieving unfettered control."
With this, Yang Wudi summoned the Soul-Breaking Spear and began practicing before Liu Yanyang. The spear danced, the spear shot out like a dragon, radiating a cold light and displaying immense power.
After the practice, he addressed Liu Yanyang again.
"Now, begin the spear stance. Only by standing firmly can you cultivate spear strength."
With this, he immediately pulled a black iron spear from his spirit storage device and handed it to Liu Yanyang.
He held the spear in his hand, weighing it at approximately ten pounds, and then imitated Yang Wudi's stance.
Looking at Liu Yanyang's stance, Yang Wudi's face darkened, and he immediately kicked Liu Yanyang in the thigh.
"Your body is wobbling, where's the strength in your legs? Hold it steady."
"The key to holding a gun is to keep all four things level. Head level, shoulders level, feet level, and gun level."
Seeing that he was finally getting the hang of it, he continued, "From now on, stand still for two hours every day, morning and evening."
After a final glance to see if there were any major problems, Yang Wudi walked out of the courtyard, leaving Liu Yanyang alone to continue standing still.
In the days that followed, Liu Yanyang's life was very regular: he would run for half an hour, practice gun stance for four hours, and meditate for three hours.
Although it was dull and agonizing, he still enjoyed it. His increasingly strong body and experienced gun stance brought him great satisfaction.
Half a year later...
Looking at Liu Yanyang who had already gotten started, Yang Wudi smiled with satisfaction. It only took half a year for him to become so proficient in spearmanship.
He said to Liu Yanyang, "That's right. Next is to practice spearmanship."
"The spirit of my Po Yi clan, the Po Soul Spear, focuses on 'breaking'. Without breaking, there is no building. Only after breaking, can one build."
"The moment the spear is in my hand, there is a momentum of being ready to die. I will fight the enemy to the death and make the enemy tremble in fear."
"Gathering the power of heaven and earth and containing the great power in the spear, you can be invincible and unstoppable."
"Therefore, the inherited spearmanship of my Po Yi clan is only applicable to people of this clan. I can only teach you the basics of spearmanship."
"The basics of spearmanship include stabbing, piercing, teasing, plucking, blocking, grabbing, twisting, picking, pressing, chopping, collapsing, and dancing."
"Your goal is to master and apply the spearmanship techniques proficiently, accumulate experience through continuous actual combat, and eventually create a spearmanship that is unique to you."
After that, Yang Wudi taught Liu Yanyang step by step. If there was a mistake in the process, he would punish him without hesitation. When he made rapid progress, he would also praise and approve.
As the days passed, Liu Yanyang's basic spearmanship became increasingly proficient, and his relationship with Yang Wudi grew closer.
Gradually, he let down his guard and began to trust Yang Wudi, even changing the way they addressed each other.
The two would often engage in banter, adding a touch of fun to their dull, ordinary lives.
Liu Yanyang's spirit power also soared, increasing by four levels in just one year. Within six months at most, he would achieve a breakthrough.
Time slowly slipped by. One night, Liu Yanyang sat cross-legged in bed, cultivating his spirit power.
The spirit power within him began to ripple, its energy surging and filling, as if he had hit a bottleneck.
"Have I achieved a breakthrough?" Liu Yanyang opened his eyes, a beaming expression on his face.
Calculating the time, he was only seven and a half years old, and it had taken him only a year and a half to achieve the breakthrough to the Grand Spirit Master level.
The thought was thrilling. He immediately got out of bed, put on his shoes, and ran out of the courtyard.
"Old Yang!"
"Old Yang!"
Yang Wudi, napping, heard the shouting outside. His face darkened. He opened his eyes and shouted at the door.
"Are you calling for spirits? Why aren't you sleeping so late at night?"
Hearing the angry voice, Liu Yanyang, knowing he was in the wrong, rubbed the back of his head and smiled.
"Old Yang, I've made a breakthrough!"
Yang Wudi changed his demeanor, taking in the moment, then laughed.
"You're incredible! A seven-and-a-half-year-old Great Spirit Master? I've never heard of that in all my life!"
"Relax, get some rest today. Tomorrow morning, we'll head straight to the Star Dou Great Forest to acquire spirit rings."
Liu Yanyang nodded slightly. After a brief chat with Yang Wudi, he returned to his room.
Lying in bed, he had been practicing basic spearmanship for almost a year and had achieved some success.
With continued practice, he was confident he could master it to perfection within five years.
Then, through actual combat, he would accumulate experience and create a unique technique unique to the Dragon Roar Spear.
After obtaining the second spirit ring, you can no longer work in isolation. It's time to head to the Grand Spirit Arena.
Only through combat can you test your current strength.
Only through combat can you identify and address your shortcomings, and see where you still have weaknesses.
Hone yourself, strengthen your fundamentals, and continuously improve and gain, forging a path that is different from others.
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