The Sims: I Open the Immortal Path for All Beings-Chapter 63 - 62: Want to Learn?

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Chapter 63: Chapter 62: Want to Learn?

Translator: 549690339

Pei Xuanjing was leading a relatively peaceful life in the Martial Academy. At least for the past half month since he joined the academy, he had been having a comfortable life.

After blindly exchanging many achievements for the skills he held in the Scripture Pavilion, he also borrowed several skills from the Scripture Pavilion.

The martial skill, “Giant Spirit Suppressing Mountain Skill, ” which he is currently studying, is one of the top-tier martial studies in the Scripture Pavilion, other than the extraordinary skill “Innate Gang 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝙚𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝒐𝙫𝙚𝓵.𝓬𝒐𝒎

It’s not as if Pei Xuanjing didn’t want to borrow the extraordinary skill, but unfortunately, it wasn’t available for borrowing yet. So, he settled for the next best thing and chose the skill “Giant Spirit Suppressing Mountain Skill”

Pei Xuanjing is currently cultivating the “Four Spirits Skill”, which only has a technique at the seventh tier, but he already has a clue on how to theorize it.

In the previous life simulation, the direction of the “Four Spirits Skill” had changed. freew(e)bnovel.(c)om

He no longer pursued the path of the Four Spirits evolving into the Five Elements. Instead, he borrowed from the Four Symbols Sword Sect’s approach by having the Four Spirits evolve into the Four Images’ Five Elements and then into seasons in conjunction with the five planetary cycles.

Wood belongs to spring, fire to summer, metal to autumn, and water to winter, with Earth prospering in all seasons.

With the foundation of Earth, wood, fire, metal, water, spring, summer, autumn, winter, and the four seasonal changes make the cycle complete.

Early in the morning, Pei Xuanjing, clad in a dark brown robe and holding an ordinary long sword, was practicing swordsmanship on the Practice Martial Arts Field in the yard.

His sword moves were sometimes fast, sometimes slow, showing the softness of spring at one moment, the explosion of summer in another, the bleakness of autumn now and again, and the coldness of winter at times.

Pei Xuanjing symbolized the seasons’ cycle with the essence of spring breeze, summer rain, autumn frost, and winter snow, experiencing the changes of the four seasons and five planetary cycles.

On the side, Pang Hong was meticulously cleaning the yard, but he could not help but steal glances at Pei Xuanjing from time to time.

His eyes were full of envy and longing.

He knew that being able to stay here was already his great luck, so he did not dare to ask for anything else and only focused on his work.

As they say, poor children become independent early. Pang Hong, who had experienced hunger and cold, preciously cherished everything in front of him.

In these half a month, he diligently cleaned the yard every day. His self-discipline even won Pei Xuanjing’s admiration.

Although Pei Xuanjing focused on his sword practice, he did not overlook the actions of the boy.

After finishing a set of sword skills, he sheathed his sword and stood still.

“Come here.” He beckoned the young man. Pang Hong rushed over, dropping his broom, “Sir?”

He respectfully stood not far from Pei Xuanjing .

Pei Xuanjing glanced at the boy before asking, “Have you learned martial arts before?”

The young man nodded at first, then shook his head vigorously.

He frowned, “What do you mean by nodding and shaking your head? Did you learn martial arts or not?”

The young man laughed awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head, “When my father was around, he taught me some boxing techniques, but they are not as splendid as sir’s swordsmanship.”

Pei Xuanjing laughed at his remark and said, “Let me see.”

The boy was a bit embarrassed, but under Pei Xuanjing’s gaze, he had to brace himself and demonstrate his skills.

Emperor’s Long Fist.

This was the most widely practiced technique and one that most people use to build their foundations.

With Pei Xuanjing’s discerning eyes, he naturally saw several flaws in the boy’s moves.

However, he did not say anything and just watched the boy finish his moves with a smile.

After the boy finished his set of punches, he looked at him expectantly, waiting for his evaluation, with his face flushed and sweaty.

Pei Xuanjing gestured, “Move back.”

As the boy stepped back, he sheathed his sword and started to demonstrate a set of boxing techniques. Surprisingly, it was the same as the Emperor’s Long Fist that the boy had just practiced.

In his realm, mastery of one method leads to understanding of all methods. After grasping the true meaning of martial arts, he could learn most elementary and intermediate martial skills quickly, and even master them to a certain extent.

Generally speaking, after reaching this stage, the path of a master required refining of all experiences and forging one’s unique path.

Even if a master had mastered advanced or extraordinary martial skills, they would only use them for self-defense and protection. Ultimately, they would transcend them and create their own techniques. This was the reason why the martial arts tradition thrived from one generation to the next.

“How was it?” Pei Xuanjing asked after finishing his boxing. The boy looked a bit disappointed, “I’m far behind you, sir.”

“It would be strange if you could match me.” Pei Xuanjing laughed.

Then he asked, “So, do you want to learn?”

“Yes,” the boy instinctively blurted out. But then he remembered his uncle’s warning and asked hesitantly, “Is it really okay?”

Pei Xuanjing did not know what the boy was thinking, and just replied, “Why not? If you want to learn, I’ll teach you. If you don’t want to, we’ll drop the matter.”

“I want to!” The young man answered decisively.

Pei Xuanjing nodded, and then heard the young man ask, “Can I call you master?”

Looking at the boy’s hopeful black eyes.

Pei Xuanjing knew what he was thinking, but his next words shattered the boy’s aspirations, “No.” “Oh,” the boy was still too young and his disappointment was hard to hide, even with his cleverness.

“But you can call me teacher for now,” Pei Xuanjing suddenly said.

The expression of disappointment on the boy’s face disappeared instantly, replaced by surprise and joy. He quickly knelt down and kowtowed, “Pang Hong pays his respects to the teacher.”

Pei Xuanjing did not stop him and let him proceed.

Over the past few days, he had also checked the boy’s martial arts roots, which were average at best.

His aptitude was hardly any better than Pei Xuanjing’s when he started. Without a good teacher or luck, he would probably only stay in the first realm of martial arts.

But the boy’s earnestness moved Pei Xuanjing. He decided to give the boy a chance, which might also add some extra spice to his boring life in the academy.

After all, teaching the boy could also be considered as a review of his own learning, and it was not without benefits.

“If you keep bowing, I will leave,” Pei Xuanjing said, watching the boy.

Upon hearing Pei Xuanjing’s words, the boy promptly got up, his forehead now flushed.

Looking at the boy in front of him, Pei Xuanjing was very pleased. After all, who doesn’t like a sincere person?

He felt a mysterious sense of compassion, or so Pei Xuanjing thought..