Master of Strange Dao

Yu Ziqing was in pain.

He was forced to compile some theoretical knowledge about Body Cultivation.

Yet, Yang believed it whole-heartedly, and the village chief treated it as gospel truth. The people in the village increasingly respected him.

But he understood nothing about this theoretical knowledge.

Now, recalling and combining what the village chief had already accomplished, Yu Ziqing roughly remembered some things.

He had once said, even with a purely mortal body, without Qi Refinement, without Refining God, or even without Body Refinement, as long as the body's foundation was strong enough, not even needing to be as strong as Er Han before he began Body Refinement,

Then with micro-level control over the body, and meticulous control over strength, much could still be achieved.

For example, running on the water's surface, where the water only reaches knee-high.

In theory, as long as the flesh was strong enough, with micro-level control over strength and the body,

Then, theoretically, theoretically, a Body Cultivator stepping on air and walking through the void was not impossible.

Using a weight of over a hundred pounds, stepping on the snow without leaving footprints, that was basic.

Embroidering on fragile dead leaves without breaking them, that was an advanced level.

Furthermore, considering that if a Body Cultivator hadn't awakened the Flying Divine Power, their mobility would be slightly poor; when encountering flying enemies, it's challenging to change direction mid-air.

So, theoretically, using the Cloud Dragon Triple Wave, one could rapidly change direction mid-air...

In more advanced techniques, during collisions, force is mutual, but the rebound force could be utilized to alter direction again, blasting away without wasting a bit of power...

Yu Ziqing stared angrily, starting to write about things he himself hadn't accomplished on paper.

After all, it was just theory, so write!

"I'm a keyboard theorist, as long as you don't make me do it, just let me brag, can't I?"

After thinking it over, this wasn't really bragging.

To open a topic, someone must first envisage a direction; theoretically feasible, then it's fine.

After all, those proposing the main direction merely needed to steer the general path, leaving the details for others to perfect.

I draw a line, and people add a billion points of detail, drawing a dragon; it's very reasonable.

I'm just a weakling, unable to accomplish my theories; it's also reasonable.

Later, following the village chief in learning, as a junior weakling, it was even more reasonable.

After all, among Dao Cultivators, there were many who knew much but couldn't apply; having one in Body Cultivation was really nothing surprising.

Yu Ziqing laughed out loud, letting himself go, wracking his brains for nonsense.

When he felt he could brag reasonably, Yu Ziqing quietly left the village, circled to the side of Jinlan Mountain, found a large stone, and began to practice.

Horse stance, clenched fist, adjusting strength, letting Qi-Blood travel throughout his body, aiding in controlling strength, then punching out.

His arm sank halfway into the large stone, forcefully creating a large hole in the stone, with cracks spreading out from the center of the hole.

Yu Ziqing pulled back his arm, stood there pondering for a moment, and sighed.

He was still far from it. Truthfully, he still didn't know the detail of that punch the village chief had, what the key trick was.

Technical Body Cultivation was still a bit too challenging.

Quietly returning to the village, Yu Ziqing thickened his face and followed behind the village chief, wanting to learn.

That move, Hitting the Bull from a Distance, was too suited for Body Cultivation. Not learning it, even eating wouldn't taste good.

"You want to learn from me?" The village chief was somewhat shocked.

"Isn't this normal? I merely proposed the theory, and besides, I'm just a mere Fourth-tier Body Cultivator, and how old am I anyway, lacking the accumulation, Body Refinement's accumulation is insufficient, being unable to achieve is very normal.

Look at those Dao Cultivators, they all know more than anyone, but can you have them try to do it?

Don't they, in the end, merely understand without being able to do it?

Besides, how many years of research on Qi Refinement have been done? How many strong Qi Refining cultivators are there? How many Body Cultivators are there?

Body Cultivation has always lacked research, relying on self-insight, fundamentally lacking a system.

A Secret Technique of Qi Refining cultivator can be clearly and explicitly recorded and followed for cultivation.

But village chief, you've achieved it, can you record every bit of detail clearly, without missing anything?"

Yu Ziqing passionately argued, and the village chief pondered for a moment, it seemed indeed reasonable.

He himself couldn't clearly articulate how he controlled it, couldn't explain the finest details.

Every muscle, every Qi-Blood, was dynamic, requiring complete control every moment, achieving balance, yet being able to explode together at any moment.

Even the simplest Stepping on Snow Without Trace, its changes and control were actually quite complex.

"Then you start with embroidering dead leaves."

The village chief's figure blurred, disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, returned with a few leaves in hand.

He discarded the dead leaves and took out a relatively fresh leaf.

"You should start with this first. I tried it before, directly using dead leaves is too hard, they shatter instantly, this one is a bit easier, not so easily broken..."

"..."

Yu Ziqing stared at the leaf, then at the village chief, who didn't seem to be retaliating intentionally, thinking inwardly.

Here it came, my retribution finally came!

Yu Ziqing took a deep breath, thinking about that move, Hitting the Bull from a Distance, practicing, no matter what, practicing.