Mortal To Immortal (Book 1)
MTI 018 - Iron Boxing

Feng Xian laughed loudly for quite a while, making Yao Han bewildered as well thinking that the sentence he spoke was wrong and might offend Meirong and Yutian.

"Xiao Han, you know? That lug question of yours will probably slap hard on the faces of all sect members in the continent, especially the big sects," Feng Xian said.

"Why is that, Master?"

"Hm? Because your sentence just now seemed like it was trying to remind those sect members that what they were going through was further and further from the original purpose of establishing the sect."

"What do you mean by pursuing powers other than immortality?"

"really. That division of sects and disciples would only end up in a show of strength, determining who was the greatest. It's good to compete in a healthy way, but it's not that simple in reality..."

Feng Xian was thinking the same way as Yao Han about how strange the sect run.

"I think all the members of the sect are stupid and do stupid things. It's good that these two teachers of yours can escape from that stupid sect system..." Feng Xian glanced at Meirong and Yutian who were silently looking down, "That's why I don't like those sects, especially from the white stream."

"Does that mean that Teacher Feng hates Teacher Hong?"

Feng Xian clucked softly, "That's not what I mean, and if it's true, I've long since expelled Xiao Rong from this island..."

Feng Xian said the world of cultivators would not be peaceful as long as there were still white and black in this world.

"Teacher, it seems hard to reconcile white and black, huh?"

Feng Xian laughed loudly, much louder than before, "You want to do that? How noble, but it is difficult even almost impossible to do, unless there is no more white and black in this world."

"What does Teacher mean?"

"No white and black means all understand each other and attach importance to common interests." Feng Xian's gaze was suddenly serious, "However, if it can't happen and the world gets more chaotic, then the only way is to eliminate all those fools."

Yao Han's breathing was restrained, while Meirong and Yutian coughed loudly.

"Senior! Your mind is too dangerous!" meirong Protest.

Feng Xian looked relaxed then replied, "Not really. After all, this is only the worst possibility if the black and white conflict does not end..."

Feng Xian's words might sound very dangerous and Yao Han was quite afraid of his teacher's path of thought.

"I've lived for so long, rather than being considered dangerous, why don't you consider what I'm saying to be part of the wisdom of my life experience?" Feng Xian sneered thinly.

"Is white always considered holy? Is black always bad? So, is being neutral always considered better?" Feng Xian smiled sinisterly, "Getting strength just for the sake of showing who is the greatest. Say I'm naive, but most people forget that there are only good and bad in this world."

No matter white, black, or neutral, always have their own truth, so there is no absolute truth.

"It's hard enough to understand my words with your thinking skills that aren't quite as open, so I'll help you understand them more..."

Yao Han did not have the time to react as Feng Xian pressed the tip of his index finger against his forehead. It was only about five counts before Feng Xian retracted his finger and Yao Han gained some of the images that flashed through his mind.

"Senior Feng! What did you do to Han'er?!" meirong's screams saw Yao Han fall into a sitting position. His face was pale, like fear. His breathing was slightly irregular and his body was a bit trembling.

"Hm? Just showing some dark side of the cultivator world." Feng Xian replied as if without any burden at all. Meirong and Yutian almost cursed.

***

Over the next few days Yao Han spent time meditating, pondering many things about the world of cultivators from the 'vision' that Feng Xian had given him.

He began to understand that there was no white, black, or even neutral. There are only good and bad. All back to one's personality is not his flow of understanding.

Meirong was worried that Yao Han's mental state might be disturbed by Feng Xian's actions, but two weeks later Yao Han appeared with a big smile like he had never experienced pressure on his mind.

"Teacher Feng, thank you for the instructions Master gave me. Now I better understand the way the world of cultivators works." Yao Han came up to Feng Xian, saluting in a half-kowning position.

"Good, I won't ask you any further." Feng Xian nodded slowly, "Continue your practice in alchemy, or you can learn something else with your two teachers."

"When did the teacher teach me about painting or music?"

"It's not time you learned from me. For some time to come you learn from Xiao Tian or Xiao Rong first."

Feng Xian looked unwilling to be rebutted any further, Yao Han scratched his cheeks awkwardly, feeling this first teacher had only raised him as a nameless disciple with no intention of teaching him.

Yutian said that he would teach him how to fight using martial arts when Yao Han met him.

"In addition to the poison masters, Master She is also a martial arts expert?"

"The pure metallic element spirit root that I possess makes me capable of learning physical strengthening techniques. This was a common thing to do because by strengthening the physique overcoming weaknesses as a Poison Cultivator."

Yutian added that cultivators who were deep in physical strengthening techniques relied more on how to fight with martial arts. Those who had already managed to raise their physical strength higher would not be afraid of their bodies being injured by sharp weapons.

"Oh, can I learn this physical strengthening technique?"

"It could be because you were born with a strong physical talent. However, you must reach the ninth level of the Basic Realm first. Now I will teach you the basic course of martial arts."

Yutian asked Yao Han to prepare in the stance. From the side direction he gave directions on how Yao Han should move.

"Give your hand like this. Move your feet like that. Yeah keep turning..."

Yutian-derived moves are named Iron Fist. Yutian gave the direction ten times and after that Yao Han could remember it. The initial movement is still stiff and slow, the longer the smoother.

Basically the Iron Boxing movement relies on agility and after being well mastered the user's hand will be gray and can be as hard as iron. Yutian also taught him how to flow Qi to strengthen his punch and a few other things.

Yao Han continued to repeat the Iron Fist movement dozens of times then paused for a moment to meditate, then repeated it again. A few hours later he had already repeated the movements over a hundred times.

Yao Han felt enthusiastic, his hands could not yet be gray in color but each of his punches produced a loud sound, as if his punches were capable of shaking the air.

Yutian laughed loudly at Yao Han's achievement in less than a day. He thought it was not impossible for Yao Han to be able to use his best moves when he reached the Foundation Realm.