Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Cultivator

CHAPTER 6

"Do I?" Chen Fan laughed in his mind.

He was not only the Celestial Lord but also the embodiment of martial spirit even among the cultivators.

Let it be the basic cultivation techniques or the art of killing and warfare; there was nothing that he did not have a knack for. As the grand master of the True Martial Immortal Sect, he was well versed in all kind of unarmed close quarter combat techniques. The girl's shambling forms and unrefined skills were laughable in his eyes.

Even the True Martial Sect's entry-level technique, the "True Martial thirty-six Sanshou forms" was much more sophisticated than what the girl had used. Not to mention that the "True Martial's thirty-six Sanshou forms" was only used among servants of the True Martial lords and the lowest cast of disciples. Any official member of the sect had long since forsaken the outdated technique.

Nonetheless, Chen Fan did not want to argue with her, nor did he want to reveal his identity as a cultivator, so he apologized readily, "I am afraid I don't fully understand your moves. I am sorry. I shook my head because I was thinking of something else."

"Then buzz off and stop staring at—" The girl was cut short by the elderly man, "Zi Qing, enough."

"Okay, Grandpa." Zi, Qing replied. She managed to shoot Chen Fan a searing glance before she walked back to her grandpa.

Chen Fan glanced at the old man and found out that he, too, possessed the internal energy, and he was much more powerful than the girl.

Chen Fan wagered that the amount of power in the old man was on par with that of a cultivator halfway through the Foundation Establishment phase. In other words, his power was above that of Chan Fan, at least for now. Meanwhile, he registered that the power of the girl was not even near that of a cultivator who had just started the first sub-level.

That being said, Chen Fan conceded that his comparison was flawed since he was comparing apple to oranges. An even better analogy for the cultivator and martial artist were knife and tofu. However large and firm a piece of tofu was, it would not be able to withstand a single slash of even the dullest knife.

Chen Fan was confident that he would be able to defeat the old man even if he had to face ten of him at the same time.

Realizing that there was nothing else to see, Chen Fan found another willow tree, sat cross-legged underneath it and started to cultivate.

His body and mind quickly entered the cultivation state as he initiated the Void Mortal Refinement art. Soon an invisible vacuum devoid of any energy formed around his body.

Chen Fan's strange actions aroused the elderly man's suspicion. He wondered why anyone would wake up this early in the morning, came to the park, and only to fall asleep again under a tree?

"Huh?" After a while, the old man suddenly gasped in surprise.

"What's going on, Grandpa?" Zi Qing asked curiously.

"Look at him carefully, did you see that?." The old man's face hardened.

"See what?" Zi Qing squinted her eyes and failed to see anything extraordinary.

"Pay attention to his breathing." The old man pressed on.

It wasn't until then that Zi Qing noticed that the boy's chest swell up and down at each breath. It was as if his lunges were two blowers. There were two wisps of white light spurting out of his nostrils, and they writhed and turned like snakes. The two rays of white lights were about the size of a needle, and one wouldn't notice them without looking very hard.

"What is that?" Zi Qing frowned.

"This is a very advanced method of harnessing internal energy. It is said that only some ancient sects of martial arts can do it. This kind of breathing required extremely powerful lungs. The practitioner of this technique is able to dive under the water for a really long time." The old man said slowly. "I didn't expect that I could see such a powerful martial artist in my lifetime. Gosh! he is so young, too; it's incredible."