Chapter 370: Martial Arts Crash Course

Little Peak, Martial Arts Field.

Ning Zhuo and Han Zhou were sparring.

Han Zhou's fighting style was completely different from Lin Shanshan's. He fought with broad, sweeping movements, emphasizing offense with very little defense, except when protecting vital areas.

Once Han Zhou launched an attack, it was a continuous torrent, like an overwhelming snowstorm covering the sky.

Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth and held on, seemingly back in the same situation as when he first sparred with Lin Shanshan - only able to defend, powerless to attack.

Han Zhou was surprised to see Ning Zhuo's defense so solid and impenetrable.

"How long has it been? Ning Zhuo has made such tremendous progress in martial arts!"

His feeling was much deeper than that of ordinary people.

Because not long ago, he had actively challenged Ning Zhuo. In that battle, they engaged in close combat.

After only a few rounds, Ning Zhuo's defense had collapsed, and Han Zhou had pressed his advantage. If not for spirit talismans coming to his aid, Ning Zhuo would have already lost to him.

But now, Han Zhou had unleashed his full offensive, yet he still couldn't overwhelm Ning Zhuo.

Despite Ning Zhuo's seemingly disheveled appearance, his defense was indeed tight, forcing Han Zhou to resort to other means to break the stalemate.

"Be careful, I'm going to use martial arts," Han Zhou called out softly, warning him first.

The next moment, his fists were covered in a layer of white frost, and the air temperature plummeted.

Martial Art - Frost Fist.

Bitter Cold Qi also emanated from him.

Ning Zhuo didn't dare to meet it head-on. He lightly tapped his toes, his figure agile, constantly leaping backward.

Han Zhou followed closely.

Ning Zhuo mainly dodged, each dodge and movement fluid and decisive, demonstrating his solid foundation.

Martial Art - Old Cold Leg.

Han Zhou's leg strength was sharp, kicking out howling cold winds.

Ning Zhuo struggled to parry, in a completely disadvantageous position.

Continuous defense is bound to lead to a mistake, and Ning Zhuo exposed a flaw.

Han Zhou's eyes brightened. He seized the opportunity, unleashed a surge of power, and a fist carrying bone-chilling cold went straight for Ning Zhuo's face.

Ning Zhuo's eyes narrowed. He lightly stepped on the ground, trying to dodge to the side.

He avoided most of it, but was still struck on the shoulder by Han Zhou's fist.

Ning Zhuo staggered back, his defensive stance finally collapsing at this moment.

Han Zhou, however, withdrew his hand and stood in place, no longer attacking.

"Amazing, amazing!" Ning Zhuo covered his shoulder. The pain from being struck was secondary; his mood was very pleasant, and he sincerely praised Han Zhou.

Ning Zhuo had been practicing with Lin Shanshan before, and the effect had gradually diminished, with fewer and fewer insights into martial arts and combat.

But now, he had changed sparring partners, and his former state had returned. Although this sparring session was not long, Ning Zhuo had gained a lot, with many insights that needed to be reviewed immediately, remembered firmly, and actively absorbed.

"Brother Han Zhou, sparring with you was absolutely the right decision. I've learned a lot, thank you! Thank you!" Ning Zhuo sincerely thanked him.

Han Zhou's eyes flickered. He had other intentions. The more times and the longer Ning Zhuo sparred with him, the easier it would be for Ning Zhuo to be converted.

Foundation Establishment stage, after all, was not Golden Core stage. Cultivation methods could still be changed!

Han Zhou thought for a moment and said that Ning Zhuo had made great progress and that sparring with him now felt completely different from their previous battle.

"But you lack relevant martial arts. Otherwise, you could have countered my Frost Fist and Old Cold Leg."

"Fellow Daoist Ning Zhuo, the cultivation method you practice focuses on the Sea of Qi, so you are at a great disadvantage in close combat."

"I suggest you practice some martial arts. Some martial arts, though just techniques and not cultivation methods, can also mobilize and utilize your physique and energy well."

Ning Zhuo said, "Oh? Brother Han Zhou, do you have any good suggestions? I'm all ears!"

Han Zhou immediately said, "If Fellow Daoist Ning Zhuo doesn't mind, I am willing to teach you martial arts such as Frost Fist and Old Cold Leg."

Ning Zhuo immediately frowned, "Is that appropriate?"

"Appropriate, it's simply too appropriate!" Han Zhou chuckled to himself, "After learning these martial arts, you will be more inclined to specialize in Bitter Cold cultivation methods. If you can ultimately convert you, wouldn't that be a great act of kindness?"

On the surface, Han Zhou said, "Fellow Daoist Ning Zhuo, that you can comprehend the true meaning of bitter cold shows a natural affinity for the Bitter Cold Sutra. This is destiny."

"We can be considered to have become acquainted through fighting. Teaching you some martial arts, which are not the fundamental cultivation method, is nothing."

"In fact, even the Bitter Cold Sutra is not something that cannot be taught. In those days, I was just a beggar, and it was in an icy, ruined temple that I received the scripture from someone else and embarked on the path of cultivation."

"My teaching you the relevant martial arts is just as others taught me the entire Bitter Cold Sutra back then. It is sowing good seeds to reap good fruit."

Ning Zhuo said clearly, "Hearing your words, it further confirms some of my guesses. The Bitter Cold Sutra is indeed a Buddhist scripture, right?"

Han Zhou hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded, "That's right."

"However, please do not easily pass it on, Fellow Daoist Ning Zhuo, lest it reveal my origins."

"The Bitter Cold Sutra comes from Mahayana Buddhism, emphasizing self-salvation. As the saying goes, the sea of suffering has no bounds; only by enduring the grinding of bitter cold can one forge the treasured body and will of cultivation."

"The Bitter Cold Sutra transforms the various hardships, poverty, and suffering encountered in a person's life into cultivation resources!"

Ning Zhuo nodded, "In that case, I ask Brother Han Zhou to teach me the relevant martial arts."

Han Zhou smiled slightly, "I have a method that can help Fellow Daoist achieve quick success."

Ning Zhuo's expression changed, and he immediately asked.

Han Zhou then took out a small bowl from his storage belt. The bowl contained about eight parts water.

"Back then, that expert used this item to teach me the Bitter Cold Sutra."

"This bowl of water is refined from bitter water and contains many true meanings of the Bitter Cold Sutra. Fellow Daoist Ning Zhuo only needs to take a small sip, and all the key points of the relevant martial arts will be instantly understood and completely mastered."

"Ordinary people cannot easily use this method. This is because this bowl of bitter water is extremely difficult to swallow; its extreme bitterness can even make one fall into extreme gloom, feeling that life and the world are completely bleak, leading to voluntary suicide."

"But in my opinion, since Fellow Daoist Ning Zhuo can contend with my Bitter Cold Qi and comprehend some of the profound meanings of the Bitter Cold Sutra, it is clear that your comprehension is high, and you are naturally close to this Buddhist scripture."

"Fellow Daoist, why not give it a try?"

Ning Zhuo looked at the water in the bowl, seeing its deep black-blue color, with a faint, cold light shimmering on the surface.

Standing closer, Ning Zhuo could clearly perceive that the bowl of water emanated a bone-chilling coldness, as if it could freeze one's soul.

"Bitter water, I've heard of it long ago. This is a treasure of Water Element sin!" Ning Zhuo exclaimed.

In Fire Persimmon Immortal City, he had seen Supreme Goodness is Like Water, which was a treasure of Water Element merit.

Now he saw bitter water, which was in opposition to Supreme Goodness is Like Water, a treasure of sin.

The very existence of bitter water was a symbol of sin. Legend had it that it was condensed from countless tears of pain and regret.

Those who held or came into contact with bitter water would be forced to face their deepest faults, grievances, bitterness, and pain. Long-term possession would gradually erode their spirit, causing cultivators to gradually fall into endless pain and regret.

After this erosion reached a certain level, cultivators would experience auditory hallucinations, constantly hearing whispers and crying sounds in their ears, all complaining to them.

This was absolutely a huge torment.

Ning Zhuo showed a cautious expression.

Han Zhou comforted him, "Fellow Daoist, don't worry too much. This bitter water has been refined. With me overseeing it, it can allow you to see through a part of the true meaning in the Bitter Cold Sutra and instantly comprehend seven martial arts."

"Of course, there is a prerequisite."

"This prerequisite is that you need to contend with the bitterness and gain insights from it, rather than having your emotions affected by the bitterness, your mind overwhelmed by sorrow, and sinking into various negative emotions, unable to extricate yourself."

"If that happens, let alone comprehending any martial arts, even wanting to return to a normal state will require a huge price."

"The risk involved is great."

Ning Zhuo only thought for a moment before smiling, "Since Brother Han Zhou is so candid, I believe you! There's no harm in trying."

"However, the martial arts field is not a suitable place."

"Can I take some of this bitter water with me?"

Han Zhou nodded, "Of course."

He immediately took action, pouring out a small bottle and handing it to Ning Zhuo.

After saying goodbye to Han Zhou, Ning Zhuo returned to his cave dwelling.

He first carefully checked with Sun Lingtong and confirmed that the bitter water had indeed been refined and no longer posed a great danger.

Ning Zhuo then asked Sun Lingtong to look after him and said he wanted to taste this bitter water.

Sun Lingtong was very interested and told Ning Zhuo that he had never tasted it since childhood, and to be sure to leave some for him to try.

They both entered the spirit plant cabin.

Inside the spirit plant cabin, the yellowish-brown soil already showed clear signs of becoming lighter compared to before.

Although it was only a thin layer, in reality, because the formation folded space, the thickness of the soil was much greater than what the naked eye could see.

In the center of the cabin, stood a Spirit Concealing Willow.

Crisp and pleasant wonderful sounds echoed around, and the spring breeze gently blew, causing the willow branches of the Spirit Concealing Willow to sway in the wind.

Ning Zhuo and Sun Lingtong both looked at the Spirit Concealing Willow and observed it carefully. The former slightly frowned, while the latter showed joy.

Sun Lingtong said, "Brother, look, these dry willow branches are showing signs of improvement. Before, they looked completely dehydrated, but now they are a bit fuller."

Ning Zhuo, however, sighed, "It seems that the consumption of the Spirit Concealing Willow is much greater than I imagined."

"We have done our best and prepared the best spiritual materials available at the moment, but the recovery speed of the Spirit Concealing Willow is not ideal."

Ning Zhuo lowered his head and looked at the soil near the roots of the Spirit Concealing Willow. He released his divine sense and penetrated into the soil, seeing that the Five-Colored Divine Sand and Three Treasures Spirit Soil scattered before were almost completely consumed, with only a small amount of residue left, less than ten percent of the original total.

Previously, the Star River Spirit Liquid had been poured in advance, and the soil was moist, but now the soil was somewhat dry, and the Spirit Liquid had also been consumed!

Ning Zhuo immediately decided, "It seems that this Spirit Concealing Willow is not easy to cultivate. We have to continue investing to maintain its vitality."

Sun Lingtong also frowned, "Using legitimate means might be difficult. Lin Shanshan is the apple of the eye of the Nascent Soul Sect Master, and she was even confined because of this matter."

"But I believe there are definitely more spirit soil and divine sand in the Ten Thousand Medicines Sect, otherwise..."

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