Purple Mist Dao Master-Chapter 136 - 118: In the Absence of Heroes, Even Mediocre Figures Achieve Fame!

Chapter 136: Chapter 118: In the Absence of Heroes, Even Mediocre Figures Achieve Fame!

Although Yan Chuan hadn’t stayed in Guangling Academy, he could still compare the differences between the two academies.

Yet he didn’t care—

"I came to Taikang Academy, first for the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, second for ’Mutual Teaching and Learning,’ third for the Mountain and Sea Realm, and now also for the detailed methods of ’breaking the limit of Qi and Blood’ and ’Refining Body.’

The academy’s lack of strength might at most affect the quality of ’Mutual Teaching and Learning.’

No big deal."

Yan Chuan’s thoughts were clear.

After making his presence felt at Taikang Academy and recognizing a few faces, Yan Chuan finally had the chance to be alone with Shao Yancong.

Shao Yancong was more concerned about the three consecutive days of classes Yan Chuan was about to start. He led Yan Chuan to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and introduced, "Taikang Academy indeed cannot compare with Guangling Academy; we only have the Eight Gates Secret Martial Fist Techniques—"

’Four Gates Fist’ Shao Yancong!

’Five Forms Fist’ Zhao Ye!

’Du Fist’ Du Zhenzong!

’Vajra Fist’ Yu Rongguang!

These are the Taikang Four Elders, each ascending to the position of Inner Court Elder with a secret martial fist technique.

And apart from the four fists practiced by the Four Elders—Four Gates Fist, Five Elements Boxing, Du Fist, and Vajra Fist—Taikang Academy’s Eight Gates Secret Martial Fist Techniques also include Great Compassionate Fist, Nine Palace Capturing Fall Hand, Butterfly Palm, and Buddha Han Fist!

Eight Gates Secret Martial!

Yet there are only five professors! Not even one professor for each fist, showing how pitifully lacking Taikang Academy is!

Yan Chuan finally understood why Shao Yancong was so ’eager’!

"All the manuals for the Eight Gates Fist Techniques are stored on the fourth level of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion."

"Since your lectures start tomorrow and you’ll inevitably need to interact with these techniques, take a look, get familiar, so tomorrow’s courses can proceed more smoothly."

Shao Yancong felt Yan Chuan came a bit late.

Indeed.

Yan Chuan’s boxing skills are profoundly high.

But after all, he only ever practiced, studied boxing from Guangling County and lacks understanding of Taikang Boxing. However, he was going to lecture at Taikang Academy, and any blunder might invite trouble.

Shao Yancong didn’t doubt Yan Chuan’s abilities, willing to accept Yan Chuan’s mistakes and unfavorable first show.

But he feared Yan Chuan, being too young, might take it to heart and refuse to return to Guangling Academy for future lectures, which would be worrisome.

Yan Chuan understood Shao Yancong’s concerns, but for him, the Hidden Scripture Pavilion had been his primary focus all along. This was just what he wanted, "Elder Shao, rest assured, I’ll stay in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion tonight."

"Good!"

"First, address the courses for the next three days, and then I’ll tell you the academy’s secrets in detail!"

For now, don’t distract Yan Chuan!

...

The news of Yan Chuan taking up the teaching position at Taikang Academy spread throughout Taikang Academy and Taikang City within a day.

From professors to first-year students, everyone knew—

"’Guangling Shadowless Kick’ Yan Chuan has come to Taikang Academy!"

"Yan Chuan became an adjunct professor at Taikang Academy!"

"Professor Yan will start the class tomorrow!"

People hurriedly spread the news.

Yan Chuan?

Who is this person?

A month ago, if asked in Taikang, ten out of ten would not know him or claim not to recognize him.

But after the seventh Martial Arts Competition in Guangling County, with Shao Yancong’s deliberate promotion from Taikang Academy as the center,the circulation of Yan Chuan’s achievements gradually spread out—

It’s been over half a month since.

Ask again in Taikang now, and at least six out of ten martial arts practitioners would know of him.

Within Taikang Academy, even more people knew.

However, the news of Yan Chuan being hired as an adjunct professor and coming to teach at Taikang Academy had not been disclosed.

Even Shao Yancong was apprehensive.

Despite Yan Chuan agreeing, Shao Yancong worried about unforeseen circumstances that might prevent Yan Chuan’s attendance, fearing the ridicule it might invite.

Therefore, efforts were made only to build Yan Chuan’s reputation, and banners and welcoming ceremonies were prepared in secret, without revealing the news of the adjunct professorship.

Not until today.

Yan Chuan finally arrived, and Shao Yancong made a grand proclamation, generating immense excitement and making a big deal out of it.

This day.

The entire city of Taikang was abuzz—

"Yan Chuan is here!"

...

"Yan Chuan?"

"I heard a while ago, he’s twenty-six, a wet-behind-the-ears young lad, in times of crisis, seeing usual folks get famous, creating such a huge spectacle!"

"Taikang Academy is always looking for major news, groveling over a martial master from another county. Broadcasting this would disgrace all our Taikang County martial artists!"

"Stop talking!"

"I’m afraid I won’t have the face to face my peers from Jianghu in Guangling County in the future."

That night.

As night fell over Taikang City, many old-fashioned martial artists gathered, boisterously discussing the Taikang Academy and Yan Chuan.

The situation wasn’t quite like it was in Guangling County—

Taikang County’s academic onset came later, only four years prior.

In the six years prior, martial academies sprang up across the Great Yan state like mushrooms, and anyone in Taikang County with an intention to join the court had already made moves in those years.

This bled away a great many, especially the more proactive old-school martial artists.

Over six years.

Continuous depletion.

By the time, four years earlier, when Taikang County opened its martial academy, many of the acclaimed old-school martial masters, celebrated figures, and grandmasters had already gone.

Those who remained were either stubborn traditionalists like Cheng Fengxiao— freёnovelkiss.com

Such as those old-school martial artists gathered here today.

Or they were among the rare few who could not bear leaving their homeland—

Such as the Taikang Four Elders, professors, etc., within the Taikang Academy now.

Unlike in Guangling Academy where the new faction overwhelms the old, Taikang County suffered a considerable early drain of those wanting to join the new faction because of its late foundation, which left the new faction without a guaranteed leg up over the old faction.

New faction, old faction!

In an ongoing tug of war!

To the extent that both Taikang County and Taikang Academy even lacked the capacity to host a martial arts competition. They held one last year, but no old-fashioned martial artists attended, and it only involved academy disciples, becoming an intra-academy contest, a laughing matter.

This year.

Taikang Academy simply opted out of hosting it!

The situation is clear.

But this time, Taikang Academy seemed keen on inviting outsiders to break the deadlock—

Yan Chuan originally had no intention to intervene in Taikang County’s new vs. old martial artists’ disputes and strife.

But in reality.

He indeed became the focal point of the struggle between the new and old factions!

Tonight.

The renowned figures of the old faction gathered to discuss how to deal with Taikang Academy and how to strike against Yan Chuan!

Among these people, some were arrogant and dismissed Yan Chuan.

But more treated it earnestly—

"Do not underestimate Yan Chuan!"

"Master Luo is right! This Yan Chuan recently tore through numerous elites from Guangling Academy during the martial arts competition, earning the name ’Shadowless Kick,’ with incredibly sharp footwork!"

"Not just that! He also spearheaded a killing against an inner court elder in Guangling Academy. The inner court elders’ strengths, like Shao Yancong and Zhao Ye, are well known, and anyone who could kill such figures should not be taken lightly!"

"What?!"

"Killed an inner court elder? Yan Chuan is this strong? Then what are we discussing here? Could any of us match Shao Yancong, match Zhao Ye? If we can’t beat the four elders of the academy, how could we beat Yan Chuan?"

"If Yan Chuan is truly this strong, we might as well disperse now!"

The reputation precedes the shadow!

Yan Chuan’s achievements in Guangling City made a genuine impact—his ferocious records would be impressive even in Taikang County, undeniable.

Of course.

The rumor about killing an inner court elder has some embellishments.

"Do not be anxious, I have gathered information—while Yan Chuan is clearly strong, he is not overly so. Rumor has it he killed Wu Qi from Guangling Academy, but actually, it was due to having the advantage of weaponry; Wu Qi, in his presumption, tried to withstand Yan Chuan’s divine weapon, the Red Tassel Spear, barehanded, and was killed by two thrusts, dying awkwardly without any chance to show his strength!"

"Yan Chuan isn’t that strong!"

"Here’s the plan—"

"Tomorrow marks Yan Chuan’s first martial arts lecture at Taikang Academy. We should all go to gauge his abilities; there’s no need for deadly force, merely to save face and undermine Taikang Academy’s publicity."

"Just twenty-six years old, how deeply skilled in boxing could he really be? Tomorrow, we’ll compare his boxing knowledge. Let all Taikang martial artists see clearly that when it comes to boxing, we still excel more!"

...

The old-school martial artists chatted away, strategizing into the midnight hours, and finally reached a resolution.

Just awaiting tomorrow.

To storm the academy.

...

Yan Chuan was unaware of his entanglement in the whirlwind of contention between Taikang County’s new and old martial artists.

This entire day, from morning till night, he spent within Taikang Academy’s Hidden Scripture Pavilion, entering a state of absolute focus, meticulously going through the Eight Gates Secret Martial Arts manuals.

Just as Shao Yancong said, he was indeed here to lecture at Taikang Academy, and it wouldn’t be fitting to ignore these Eight Gates techniques; he had to at least take a look.

Consuming ’Experience,’ entering the state of ’Absolute Focus,’ Yan Chuan examined the manuals, not to the extent of reciting them verbatim, nor remembering every word perfectly, but he grasped the main ideas. Tomorrow, with detailed examples for analysis, supported by his own boxing prowess, of course, with the core being ’Mutual Teaching and Learning’ bestowing a 50% enhancement in understanding efficiency to listeners, he believed nothing would go wrong.

"High and Low Seedling."

"Pan Hand Skill."

"Eagle Claw Power."

"Iron Claw Skill."

As midnight passed,

Yan Chuan finished reading the final volume on ’Buddha Han Fist,’ having a clear understanding in his mind about this technique, "When attacking above, use hands to meet; when changing grips, open the way below. The truth and illusion are hard to distinguish, false and true, revealed by strange skill."

At this point!

He had finished reading all the Eight Gates Secret Martial Arts of Taikang Academy.

One must admit, secret martial arts are indeed different. Be it from Guangling Academy or Taikang Academy, both derived from former old-school martial arts systems like the ’Cheng Family Boxing’—

Systematic!

Profound!

Each new encounter brought Yan Chuan some gains.

All martial arts, fundamentally similar.

Yet specific details differed.

Summarize the commonalities.

Contrast the differences.

Careful pondering.

Continuous reflection.

Yan Chuan deeply enjoyed the process, finding joy within it.

Having read through the Eight Gates manuals once, it was already midnight, but Yan Chuan felt no fatigue. He fetched a stack of ’Four Gates Boxing Manual,’ starting from the beginning again, aiming to deepen his impression and strive for more insights and understanding. Then, he planned to comb through and organize the compilations and miscellaneous collections pertaining to Taikang County’s Hundred Schools Boxing in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

For tomorrow’s course—

"Tonight!"

"I’ll power through!"

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