I Can Grant Origin Powers To Anything - Chapter 35

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

After school, Xu Lingjun stayed behind to continue earning source value points from Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing was truly a good person, unlike those flirtatious b*tches outside. Even though Xu Lingjun had helped him many times, the amount of source value he gave still did not decrease.

Rather, there was even a slight increase.

According to Xu Lingjun’s speculations, it was probably because he was now already a martial artist since his strength had increased.

And although he was already a martial artist, he was still so respectful to his teacher. Perhaps it made Zhou Qing recall his dream back then: to have students all over the world. As such, his gratitude grew even stronger.

Therefore, Xu Lingjun was even more diligent in helping him.

Because of this matter, Xu Lingjun’s other teacher, Teacher Wang, had gotten jealous. When he returned home at night, she sneered and ridiculed Xu Lingjun, saying that she was his class teacher and was he flattering the wrong person. He should flatter her instead, which would only be right.

Unfortunately, a certain Teacher Wang simply couldn’t be flattered.

Xu Lingjun had tried to help her, but she took it for granted. Whether it was helping her with the homework or handling some miscellaneous matters, she was stingy and didn’t give Xu Lingjun any source value.

Xu Lingjun could only helplessly give up, and sigh in his heart, “Sigh, Sister Yaya, you’re not kind. You can’t just take those small favors I helped you with for granted just because I’m your fiancé, right?”

In the evening, the street lined with martial arts centers began to bustle with activity.

Especially Baoyan Martial Arts Center, which had begun to cooperate with Qingyang High School.

Every time school was over, Baoyan Martial Arts Center was filled with people.

With the help of the cooperation, Baoyan Martial Arts Center quickly became the number one martial arts center on Wuguan Street. Their number of disciples reached the point where they had to line up for training every other day to accommodate all of them.

Lie Fenglei seemed to have been stimulated by Xu Lingjun.

He had gotten rid of his previous decadent lifestyle and began to seriously teach martial techniques.

He was a middle realm martial artist in the Convergence Tier, to begin with. If he wasn’t crippled, he would at least be able to compete with Yuan Tianqing.

With such strength, it was more than enough to teach some disciples who weren’t even martial artists…

Even though he had a bad temper and would lose his patience if the disciples were slightly wrong, with Lie Fengyun’s guidance from the side, the students who had joined the martial arts center had learned a lot of good things.

In the short span of half a month, the number of stage 9 Body-tempering Tier students in Qingyang High School had doubled. Now, there were more than fifty of them.

The brothers, Lie Fenglei and Lie Fengyun had played an important role in this.

What was even rarer was the announcement he had made: The disciples who had signed up for courses in Baoyan Martial Arts Center in the past could come back and re-cultivate if they wanted to.

As such, the reputation of Baoyan Martial Arts Center rose rapidly. Only then did everyone realize that Lie Fenglei wasn’t useless. He was just trying to make a living in the past, but now, he was starting to get serious.

However, on this evening…

“What? Someone’s causing trouble?!”

Very rarely, Lie Fengyun had some free time.

One had to know that the students from the high school were the most difficult to please… They were different from ordinary disciples since not only could they learn martial techniques in the center, but they could also learn theories in school, thus, many of the questions they asked were difficult to answer.

This was especially so because these students could even ask Xu Lingjun for advice.

Lie Fengyun simply didn’t dare to refute what that fellow had said… What a joke, even though he had been practicing the Killing-flame Fist for more than twenty years, compared to Xu Lingjun, he was just a little brother.

Therefore, every time he taught these students, he would be mentally and physically exhausted.

At this moment, he finally had a rare moment of leisure.

But before he had time to even drink water, a disciple came over to inform him that someone was causing trouble in the center.

Lie Fengyun waved his hand and said tiredly, “How are there still people who dare to cause trouble in the center? If we can solve it through negotiations, then do that. If we can’t, just beat the other party up… We are a martial arts center, not a court. Our fists are the rules!”

“But… but the way they are causing trouble is very unique. There’s no way to fight them,” The disciple laughed a hollow laugh and replied.

“What do you mean?!”

“It’s just… I can’t explain it clearly. You’ll know when you go and take a look.”

Lie Fengyun looked at the disciple in confusion. How could there be a different way of causing trouble?

“Let’s go and take a look,” He stood up and walked out.

At this moment, in the huge martial arts center, nearly a hundred disciples were practicing their fist techniques seriously.

Each punch and kick were like a tiger stirring the wind. There was no sound, but the fist force was condensed and the movements were neat and uniform. Each punch and kick was accompanied by a heavy whistle of the wind.

“Hmm, not bad, not bad,” Feng Zhihen quietly leaned in the corner and watched the young disciples practicing their fist techniques seriously.

With a satisfied smile in his eyes, he smiled at Sun Lingli who was accompanying him and asked, “Lingli, what do you think?”

Sun Lingli finally shifted her gaze away from the book. She held her glasses and gave a serious look at the disciples, then gave a decent evaluation, “Although their movements are neat, it’s just a routine. It’s normal, not very outstanding.”

“But these people are all beginners. This is not bad. It seems that these disciples have a solid foundation,” Feng Zhihen smiled as he walked over, then said to a young man who was practicing his fist technique, “Young man, you’ve punched your fist wrongly.”

The young man stopped and glared at Feng Zhihen, asking, “What’s wrong?”

Feng Zhihen chuckled, “The blazing flame power of this punch is like the eruption of a mountain flood. It can indeed unleash 200% of your fighting strength, but the damage to your body is also no small matter. If you use it three or four consecutive times a day, your arm will be broken.”

The young man scoffed, “Of course I know that. I was taught by the Master of the Martial Arts Center himself. He had specially warned us that this attack is a unique technique and places a huge burden on the body. Therefore, we can not use it more than three times in a day. This is the characteristic of the Killing-flame Fist. What’s wrong with it?”

Feng Zhihen said very nicely, “What he taught is naturally not wrong if put twenty years ago, but in fact, the Killing-flame Fist has long been innovated by the founder. Do it this way… Condense your qi power, and direct it through the Lung Channel of Hand-Taiyin, then past it through the Large Intestine Channel of Hand-Yangming…”

“Nonsense, the veins and tendons in your arm are distinct into yin and yang, how can you mix them?”

“You will know after you try. Besides, no matter how great the damage is, can it be more harmful than channeling the qi power only through the yang meridians?”

That person looked at the amiable-looking Feng Zhihen with doubt. Perhaps because he felt that this kind old man did not look like a bad person, he immediately condensed his fist force and followed Feng Zhihen’s teachings… A moment later, he threw a punch.

The qi power rose without any wind, and a loud explosion was clearly heard in the huge center. The explosion was mixed with everyone else’s fist force, so it was naturally not obvious.

However, that person’s eyes widened in shock.

By following the old man’s teachings, the power of his fist had increased by 30%, and the feeling of pain in his arm was gone.

Feng Zhihen chuckled and said, “Is your speed in throwing a punch a little slow now? It’s alright. Once you get used to the qi power moving around and cultivate true qi, your speed will not be inferior to before. The damage will be reduced by 50% , and the power will increase by 30% …”

The young man was instantly overjoyed and said loudly, “Thank you, old Master.”

Feng Zhihen simply chuckled and walked towards another martial artist.

Sun Lingli did not care what he did. She sat on the wooden floor obediently and began to calculate with a pen in her hand. However, her tightly knitted brows proved that the junior high school version of “Thousand Problem Solving” in her hand was not that easy to deal with. It seemed that it was not so easy to start from scratch.

When Lie Fengyun arrived, all the disciples were no longer practicing.

Instead, they were surrounding an old man. The noise was extremely loud, and everyone was asking him questions.

The old man seemed to be very familiar with the Killing-flame Fist. Within two or three sentences, he would make the person who asked a question have an epiphany. Those who got an answer could not wait to run to the side to try it out… As expected, there was a great improvement.

“Young man, I also saw when you practiced just now. Your foundation doesn’t seem to be very solid,” At this moment, Feng Zhihen’s gaze fell on one of the slightly younger youths, who seemed about sixteen or seventeen years old. He asked with concern, “Their fist techniques are not bad, but from what I see, your fist force seems to be a little too slow…”

“Nonsense. I was specially taught by Xu. He said that haste makes waste. If the fist force is too fast, it will hurt others as well as yourself,” Guo Zheng had a disapproving look on his face.

He couldn’t find the old beggar, and he couldn’t understand the “Infinite Celestial Demon Body-tempering Technique” that Xu Lingjun had lent to him, but now he was already in the martial arts center, yet he still had to be taught by an old man next door?

What a joke… Did he, Guo Zheng, need any guidance?

The Deputy Master of the martial arts center had personally admitted that Xu Lingjun’s attainments in the Killing-flame Fist were no less than the master’s.

Hmph… He had a personal tutor, yet was he proud?

He turned his butt and left.

Feng Zhihen, “… …”

At this moment, Lie Fengyun was already dumbfounded.

He looked at the old man in shock.

His eyes were filled with shock… He obviously couldn’t believe that this person was really here..