Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction

Meng Nanyan saw a flash of lightning beneath Lin Yuan's calm gaze.

"Why do they go mad?" Meng Nanyan stood up again, earnestly saying, "Cultivating two True Spirits means you need to split your soul in two simultaneously."

"The drawbacks, firstly, are that the soul's weight is insufficient, unable to support the manifestation of the True Spirit. Secondly, losing oneself, ultimately unable to control the True Spirit, being counterattacked by it, turning insane."

"And the reason for losing oneself is the conflict of True Spirits." Meng Nanyan shook her head slightly, "Martial artists at the Ling Yuan level can achieve many external changes. But Ling Yuan is the mark confirming a martial artist."

"When your mind believes in one True Spirit, it cannot accommodate another True Spirit."

"For instance, our Fire Crow Sect uses the Great Sun's true intent, inheriting the Fire Crow's will, or perhaps the will of this Roc."

"Do you know what the difference is between the Ling Yuan Realm and the Shen Yuan Realm?"

Lin Yuan shook his head slightly and continued quietly listening.

"Shen Yuan is the evolution of Divine Skills. When you truly understand a True Spirit, then your mind and body fully merge with it, only then can you comprehend the Divine Skills the True Spirit possesses."

"In these recent days, while contemplating the Roc Swallowing Sun Technique, you should have felt it too. I wonder how far you've progressed during this period?"

Meng Nanyan stood with her hands behind her back, eyes bright and focused, staring at Lin Yuan: "The most crucial step of comprehending the spiritual diagram is to transform yourself into a True Spirit, only then can you see the True Spirit within the diagram."

"The spiritual diagram provides the environment to become a True Spirit, simulating yourself as one, enabling resonance with the diagram's True Spirit, thereby fully comprehending the True Spirit's structure, guiding your soul gradually to be shaped."

"Brother Lin, can you achieve this now?"

"Do you want to truly cultivate the Roc Swallowing Sun Technique?"

While speaking, Meng Nanyan already stepped within three feet of Lin Yuan, her serene, autumn-like gaze fixed on him.

Under those beautiful eyes, Lin Yuan felt an invisible pressure weighing on his shoulders.

Meng Nanyan's words were understood by him profoundly. True Spirit is akin to faith in a past life. How can someone who believes in one cult be made to believe in another?

There may even be doctrinal conflicts between the two cults. And in this world, such conflicts translate to conflicts within one's soul, leading to a divided mind and madness, ultimately unable to control the True Spirit, becoming insane.

Yet, Lin Yuan doubted this fundamentally, because he is a Chinese.

The gene ingrained in his blood was simply to believe in oneself. Believing that humans can conquer nature and only valuing pragmatism.

Many in the past lived this way, worshiping Buddha in the morning and the Three Pure Ones in the afternoon. Some prayed for wealth, some for children, they paid homage to gods and saints all around.

But if the wishes weren't fulfilled, the gods and saints were the first to be cursed, wishing to kick them just to vent the anger.

At the core, it was still the gene that believed only in oneself.

From this perspective, if one centers around oneself, thoroughly mastering one True Spirit, subduing one True Spirit, could one begin to cultivate the second True Spirit?

"Brother, are you hesitant? Or regretting?" Seeing Lin Yuan seemingly in thought, Meng Nanyan continued.

"Sister, your guidance earlier has greatly enlightened me. During this time of cultivation, I've indeed been impacted by the Fire Crow, hence why I've yet to grasp the True Spirit within the spiritual diagram." Lin Yuan smiled slightly, clasping his fists respectfully.

"Let's hope so." Meng Nanyan's charming face appeared gratified, once more examining him, she softly said: "You must believe, the Roc Swallowing Sun Technique isn't much inferior to the Fire Crow Sect's Cultivation Technique."

Lin Yuan nodded, witnessing Meng Nanyan returned to her seat at the desk, he turned and left.

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That night, a luxurious residence somewhere in the Martial Institution.

Ning Guisheng gazed coldly at Jiang Dazhu ahead, "Lin Yuan just changed his attire and slipped out?"

"Indeed, and he's alone. Looks like he plans to personally check on the medicinal material issue," Jiang Dazhu chuckled, "Seems this lad is indeed cultivating some secret technique, needing so many herbs."

"Whether his talent is as impressive as it appears, I suspect heavily it's tied to this secret technique," Jiang Dazhu spoke, greed flashing in his eyes.

"Secret technique?"

Ning Guisheng lightly clenched his fist, slowly standing up.

"Dazhu, you're right." Murderous intent surged in Ning Guisheng's eyes, "He's merely from a humble background, lacking heritage and guidance from masters, how could he elevate so swiftly relying only on meager talent? Surely there's an astonishing secret his body hides that can elevate us to greater heights."

Reminded of Ning Yi's death related to Lin Yuan, long-buried killing intent openly surged within Ning Guisheng.

With Lin Yuan's increasingly prominent reputation, Ning Guisheng grew more resentful, especially for the enduring grudge over Ning Yi's death not being avenged.

Ning Guisheng clenched his fists tightly, angrily muttering, "I want the secret, and I'll claim lives!"

Saying this, Ning Guisheng pushed open the door, rushing out into the dim sky.

Behind him, Jiang Dazhu's eyes flickered, and unable to restrain his greed after calming his energy, he too shot off after Ning Guisheng.

Killing intent crowded Ning Guisheng's mind, his robes flapping loudly during his rapid flight, like a hungry wolf chasing the scent of blood.

"Lin Yuan, aside from Lu Rong, you truly are the most talented among the Sunless Dawn disciples. But blame your lowly origins; being buried with my son is your honor."

As Ning Guisheng rushed forward, his thoughts drifted coldly.

By his speed, about an hour had elapsed as the sun set behind the mountains, leaving only sunset glow illuminating half the sky.

Standing atop the mountain ahead, one could overlook the site where Lin Yuan's convoy was ambushed.

Ning Guisheng smirked, accelerating towards the peak.

After sixty breaths, Ning Guisheng reached mid-mountain when a sudden presence emerged within his perception range.

This presence's abrupt appearance forced Ning Guisheng to slow his pace.

On a large boulder ahead, a figure in a black robe stood with arms folded, gently swaying in the breeze.

The figure stood calmly on the rock, eyes serene, watching Ning Guisheng pause ten yards away.

"Hahahahaha."

Ning Guisheng stopped, laughing skyward.

Lin Yuan resting here, how unexpected.

"Lin Yuan." After laughing enough, Ning Guisheng sneered, "I thought it'd take effort to trace you."

"But how could the world be so coincidental."

"Today seems destined to be your death day!"