Rebirth and Cultivation in the City

"Hoo!"

Bai Shaochen exhaled the suppressed breath in his chest in a single burst, like a gale sweeping through, instantly turning the lush flowers and greenery before him into withered blossoms and fallen leaves.

Slowly opening his eyes, Bai Shaochen shook his head slightly, "The spiritual energy on Earth is really too sparse. Even with the cultivation of the 'Tai Xu Breathing Scripture,' a top-tier cultivation technique, I've managed to condense only a trace of spiritual energy, which is not even comparable to a single breath from my past life!"

At this thought, Bai Shaochen couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. It seemed that if he wanted to increase his strength, in addition to dedicated practice, he also needed to find some materials rich in spiritual energy to aid him.

Otherwise, relying solely on his own effort, he wouldn't even think about regaining the cultivation of his previous life in five hundred, let alone fifty thousand years.

Apart from some herbs that have grown for hundreds or thousands of years, jade stone, which has long been adored by the people of Xuan Country, is also a material abundant in spiritual energy.

"It seems like Fatty's father is in the jade stone business. I should find an opportunity to ask Fatty whether he can get Uncle Lin to help acquire some top-quality jade!"

Just then, the sun began to rise slowly, and Bai Shaochen realized that his session of cultivation must have lasted at least an hour.

Bai Shaochen had just stood up when his body emanated a series of crackling sounds.

Facing the morning sun, Bai Shaochen could clearly see that his skin, originally pale and tender, was now emitting a faint metallic luster.

Postnatal body refinement, to forge skin as tough as copper and bones as firm as jade, meant reaching the complete postnatal realm. It was like having cultivated the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt. By then, ordinary guns and bullets wouldn't even scratch him. He would be almost like a superhero in the eyes of regular people.

However, at this moment, Bai Shaochen had only achieved minor success and was still far from fully reaching the postnatal realm. Ordinary bullets could still pose a great threat to him.

"It seems I need to increase my strength as quickly as possible to avoid being at a disadvantage when facing Bai Shaochen's retaliation," he thought.

With this in mind, Bai Shaochen swung his limbs and immediately began to practice a set of boxing techniques.

This set of boxing techniques was called 'Prajna Palm,' and it was the basic boxing technique of the 'Heavenly Holy Sect,' the number one Buddha's Gate in the cultivation world.

The 'Prajna Palm' was taught to Bai Shaochen by Fairy Luo Xia when she took him as a disciple. Interestingly enough, although Fairy Luo Xia came from the famous 'Xuantian Holy Sect' of the cultivation world, none of the cultivation techniques or Dharma Gates she taught him came from Xuantian Holy Sect.

Even the 'Xuantian Supreme Scripture' was something Bai Shaochen had obtained on his own.

As for the 'Prajna Palm,' although it was only the basic boxing technique that the Heavenly Holy Sect taught to its new disciples, it was immensely powerful. An ordinary person would need to spend years of dedicated practice to master it completely.

However, Bai Shaochen, having cultivated the 'Xuantian Supreme Scripture,' could accommodate any cultivation technique or Dharma Gate, and he learned everything at first sight, mastering it immediately. In just a short time, he completely mastered this boxing technique.

"Bang!"

To test the limits of his current strength, Bai Shaochen deliberately used all his power to throw a punch at a large tree beside him.

The thick tree, which would take two people to embrace, instantly shook violently, and countless leaves fell rustling down.

Just at that moment, a surprised 'Eh?' was heard, followed by a loud voice: "I didn't expect to find a cultivator here!"

Looking in the direction of the voice, Bai Shaochen saw a group of young men and women walking over from about ten meters away.

The man was about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, tall and robust, with dark skin, and dressed in camouflage military attire.

As for that girl, her name is Wang Xiaocao, who is one grade above Tang Yi. She studies at the medical school. Because her family is not well-off, she usually works part-time as a nurse at the school hospital to earn some living expenses.

Many male students at Shang University, most of who aren't sick, pretend to be just so they can catch a glimpse of Wang Xiaocao's beauty. The plump Lin Shaocong has done this quite often, so Tang Yi is also somewhat familiar with Wang Xiaocao.

"Hey! Kid, the way you're boxing, it kinda looks like Shaolin Kung Fu. Don't tell me you've also studied martial arts at Shaolin Temple!"

The man in military uniform slowly approached Tang Yi, looked him up and down with his thick eyebrows and large eyes, and said with a smile, "Our unit once specifically invited a great Monk from Shaolin to teach us boxing techniques. I followed along and learned a few moves as well, so how about we spar a little?"

"Not interested!" Tang Yi's martial arts skills were not for sparring and competition.

Just as Tang Yi was about to turn away and leave, the man in military uniform reached out a hand to stop him.

Tang Yi's brow furrowed immediately, feeling a surge of slight anger in his heart, but then he heard Wang Xiaocao suddenly speak up, "Instructor Zhao, why bother a student like this? Let's head to the training field quickly. The freshmen are still waiting!"

"Let those little brats wait. It'll also serve to temper their patience," Instructor Zhao said deliberately, "After all, I am Zhao Dashan, the King of Soldiers in Xuan Country's Southern Military Region. If it weren't for a minor mistake I made in the army, how would I be punished to teach these little brats!"

As he spoke, Zhao Dashan deliberately watched Wang Xiaocao's reaction, expecting his status as the King of Soldiers to successfully catch her attention.

However, Wang Xiaocao remained as cold as frost, completely unmoved, which left Zhao Dashan feeling somewhat deflated. He then turned to Tang Yi and said, "Looking at your scrawny arms and legs, I guess you haven't properly learned Shaolin boxing!"

"But since I've been punished to be an instructor for new students at the university, training those little brats is admittedly quite boring. Today, I've finally found someone with a smidgen of martial arts skill. No matter what, I want to spar with you to stretch my muscles!"

"Don't worry, I am, after all, the King of Soldiers from the Xuan Country's Southern Military Region. It wouldn't be good for my reputation to be said that I bullied a student. In case I injure you, I'll certainly receive a penalty!" Zhao Dashan continued, placing one hand behind his back, and said confidently, "I'll stand right here immobile, and I'll let you use one hand too. Let's properly exchange a couple of moves. Don't worry, I'll stop at the slightest touch and won't really hurt you!"

Tang Yi could clearly see that Zhao Dashan was trying to show off in front of Wang Xiaocao in order to gain her favor.

Using himself to make someone else look good—Tang Yi was certainly not going to do such a thing.

However, before Tang Yi could even refuse, Zhao Dashan actually took the initiative and suddenly threw a punch at Tang Yi.

Even a clay figure has some anger; Zhao Dashan didn't care whether Tang Yi was willing and directly attacked him, which truly enraged Tang Yi now.

"You're seeking death!"

Without another word, Tang Yi countered with a Prajna Palm strike, palm against fist.

A muffled boom was heard as Zhao Dashan grunted. Retreating step by step, his feet thudded against the ground, leaving several deep footprints.

Just as Zhao Dashan had stabilized himself, he suddenly felt another surge of force entering from his fist—an undercover strike from the Prajna Palm that immediately caused chaos within his internal energy.

Zhao Dashan immediately felt his head buzz, dizziness overcoming him, and his body fell stiffly to the ground.

"Ah!" Wang Xiaocao, who was by the side, was shocked with her mouth agape when she saw this.

In the past few days, Zhao Dashan had been bragging in front of Wang Xiaocao about being the King of Soldiers and how formidable he was. Yet, he was taken down by Tang Yi with just one move.

Seeing Zhao Dashan faint on the ground, Wang Xiaocao didn't have time to be surprised and quickly went up to him, urgently pinching his philtrum. It took a full minute or two before he came to.

"High... high-level master... master of undercover strikes..." Zhao Dashan's voice trembled, his eyes showing fear as he looked around, but he could no longer find Tang Yi's figure.