Chapter 50

: Proper Execution of Foundation Establishment Fist Technique
Translator: 
GodBrandy 
 Editor: 
Kurisu
Song Shuhang nodded seriously and opened ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯’s second image again, firmly memorizing the contents.
Then, he watched and immersed himself with ease in the world of ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯.
The same dark green grassland, the same strong man, the same repetition of ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯… the only difference was that the execution had changed forms.
Song Shuhang’s blood boiled as he watched—he could not help but want to stretch out his limbs and execute the hand and leg movements before him!
In the special space formed by hypnotism, time seemed to fly, but every time it was only around one to two minutes that passed.
Medicine Master gave Song Shuhang a two-hour limit. Song Shuhang used only a little over an hour to experience and firmly memorize the leftover seventeen forms of ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯ as well as ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯.
He leaned against the chair and massaged his temples. This hour‘s time made him feel even more tired than the four hours spent on refining Body Tempering Liquid. His head was swelling.
Medicine Master asked,
Done watching?


I finished, do we find a place to test it out now?
Song Shuhang opened his eyes, excited. Although his mind was a bit weary, but just recalling ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯ made him want to try it at once no matter what.

Let’s go to the grass down there, it’s spacious enough for you to stretch out your hands and legs.
Medicine Master pointed to the grass not far from the male dorm.

Practice the fist techniques in a public place? Wouldn’t that entail the risk of someone secretly learning it?
Song Shuhang said doubtfully. Medicine Master had previously said—no private impartment of techniques. Wouldn’t it be tragic if someone else learned the technique and he took the blame for it?
More importantly, to practice fist techniques on the grass where people come and go was really embarrassing.
Even if he was practicing the genuine Foundation Establishment technique for cultivators, the problem was that the students of Jiangnan College Town would not know.
As they would see it, Song Shuhang had definitely watched too many martial arts films, and went so mad that he was practicing martial arts on the grass.

Haha, if the fist technique used for foundation establishment can be learned just by looking at its stances, what would be the purpose of the formula? Did you really think the string of words on the side was just for hypnosis? That is the true secret that should not be imparted.
Medicine Master said as he laughed.

I still feel that we should go to a more private place. The dorm’s rooftop has a large space where no one usually goes.
Song Shuhang felt that he shouldn’t give up yet.

You, kid, have got quite a few demands.
Medicine Master did not mind,
Alright, we’ll go to your rooftop.

Song Shuhang sighed a breath in relief.
A narrow escape indeed—he did not need to perform a ‘shame play’ before the public.
The rooftop was a good place for hooking up, doing gay things, watching the shooting stars… it has formed many of Jiangnan College Town’s couples.
Unfortunately, too many people liked to go on the rooftop lately, many of whom liked to mimic the titanic’s protagonist by standing outside the handrails with arms open wide, enjoying the wind as it hit their face.
So, for safety’s sake, a large lock has been added to the rooftop on the male dorms.
Of course, the large lock did not pose a problem for Song Shuhang.
He unhurriedly took out a spare key from his pocket, and opened the large lock; the dorm’s administrative teacher had Song Shuhang’s roommate Tubo buy the large lock at the start of school. Based on Tubo’s personality, was there a reason not to make spare keys while he was at it? Each roommate had a spare key.
The rooftop was split in the middle by the stairway, and Song Shuhang and Medicine Master chose the left side at random.
Medicine Master began to explain to Shuhang,
❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯ has a total of eighteen moves; normally, you only need to perform the entire set from start to finish, and your body will be full till it overflows with qi and blood.

Shuhang nodded and closed his eyes, thinking deeply over ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯ from start to finish once.
Next, he established Basic Fist Number One’s starting gesture.
He had to say that the illusory space bombardment style teaching was effective. At this time, Song Shuhang established ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯’s starting stance, and a feeling of familiarity arose within him. It was as if he had practiced the fist technique many times—his body moved automatically, executing the first move’s three forms naturally and smoothly.
It was relaxed, without much difficulty. After Body Tempering Liquid’s refinement, Song Shuhang’s flexibility was like a yoga master’s. It would not be a problem even if he arched his head all the way to his groin; the movements of ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯ were not a problem for him at all.
Executing from ‘Basic Fist Number One’ to ‘Basic Fist Number Eighteen’ without rest was a cakewalk, as if he had done a broadcast radio exercise.
What was strange was that after performing the set of fist techniques, he did not feel ‘qi and blood’ at all. Not to mention ‘qi and blood’ overflowing.
What went wrong? Song Shuhang confused inside stared at Medicine Master.
Medicine Master saw Song Shuhang’s stare, and asked,
What’s the matter?


Senior Medicine Master, I finished a set of fist techniques, but I felt no qi and blood!
Song Shuhang said gloomily.

You finished a set of fist techniques? When? How come I didn’t see?
Medicine Master said eyes wide.

Senior, did you doze off?
Song Shuhang continued,
Didn’t I just perform ‘Basic Fist Number One’ till ‘Basic Fist Number Eighteen?’


…
Medicine Master was speechless.
Weren’t you just getting familiar with the stances of ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯?
And, weren’t you familiarizing yourself with the moves before practicing?

No, I was seriously practicing the ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯ from start to finish,
Song Shuhang said earnestly.
Senior Medicine Master couldn’t be one of those people who act kindly outside, but are secretly evil inside, right?
Medicine Master’s face twitched, and he burst into laughter,
Oh, Little Friend Shuhang, cultivator’s Foundation Establishment bodybuilding technique is not as simple as just posing. I told you before, didn’t I? Even if the poses are learned by others, there would be no effect—the most important thing is the fist formula!

After his laugh, Medicine Master explained,
Go, do it once more, but don’t just pose, softly recite the formula and breath accordingly. When you throw a punch use all your force! Don’t act like a feeble girl, do it all over again from start to finish!

So it turns out he started out wrong? No wonder he felt ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯ was as normal as a broadcast radio exercise.
Also, was Senior Medicine Master an innately evil guy? He kept on watching him pose like a monkey show, and didn’t bother to remind him?
Shaking his head, Song Shuhang thought deeply over ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯ again.
Immediately following that, he started to recite silently the profound classical Chinese formula. When he threw a punch, he not only paid attention to the stance, but also recalled the strength the blurry-faced man had shown in his punches.
In the illusion world, when the blurry-faced man executed Basic Fist Number One’s three forms, it could be unparalleled in ferocity, advancing fearlessly, or it could pair gentleness with strength, exerting seventy percent of power while reserving thirty percent of strength; fists traveled in curves, yet appeared straight.
Song Shuhang needed to temper his body. Naturally, for each punch and each form, he had to give his all to squeeze out his body’s potential, and only then would the effects of body tempering be felt.
Basic Fist Number One’s first three forms were executed again.
‘Eyes as nets, movements entirely through the waist… body as bow, legs send strength… fist movements like an avalanche.’
Eyes straight ahead, one step forward, power from the waist… Basic Fist Number One was performed. His fist was like a cannon, with great strength and profound power.
A punch!

Clang~
Song Shuhang felt a sonorous bell sound beside his ear.
As he recited the fist formula, there seemed to be an invisible and intangible yet real energy converging towards him. That energy pressured his body heavily and wrapped the punches he threw.
As he threw out the punch, Song Shuhang had the impression as if the air in front of him exploded.
At the same time, his body heated up; the muscles on his shoulders, waist, and feet began to gradually grow fatigued. It was not as if he’d thrown just a simple punch, but as if he’d executed Basic Fist Number One several hundred or thousands of times!