C7 Heaven Fist

The cocks were chirping in the morning, and the morning dew was beginning to congeal.

The next day, Qin Shi woke up very early. Ever since his spirit vein had recovered, he had been full of motivation. He made full use of his time to cultivate and began to prepare for the Qin family's inheritance half a month later.

Currently, there were only less than ten days left before the Qin family's inheritance. This made him feel extremely anxious.

"Qin Liuyu, sixth level of the Spirit Tempering Stage huh …"

Qin Shi sat cross-legged as determination flashed through his eyes. "No matter what, no matter what, I must obtain the inheritance of the Qin family. I must bring my parents back to the Qin family!"

Thinking of this, he seriously circulated his Spiritual Energy a few times within his body as he thought to himself, "The current me has already reached the peak of the third level of the Spirit Tempering Stage." However, he had never practiced any martial arts. For me, I will definitely suffer a great loss when the Qin family inherits. "

Martial arts, as its name implied, was a technique that visualized the spirit energy.

"If it was in the past, I could go to the Qin family's library and look for a few suitable martial arts. But now, on this gravel street, where can I look for martial arts?"

Qin Shi thought for a while before hopping off the bed helplessly. He then got up and walked out of the room.

Just as he walked into the courtyard, he saw his father practicing a mysterious boxing style beneath an ancient mulberry tree.

Looking at his father's fist technique, Qin Shi couldn't help but lose his composure, "At first glance, this fist technique doesn't seem outstanding or have any gorgeous patterns, but upon closer inspection, one would discover that the fist art is like a dragon or a tiger. Every move is overbearing and hard to guard against."

"What's even more serious? Father clearly doesn't have spiritual power, but he's actually able to unleash such powerful strength with just his fist strike?" After realizing this, Qin Shi became even more curious.

"Shi'er, you're up?"

Upon seeing Qin Shi, Qin Tianqing stopped his fist arts.

Qin Shi snapped out of his daze and replied with a nod. He ran forward and said, "Father, what fist technique did you just perform? It's actually this profound? "

"Of course. This is one of the three great martial arts of the Zhenqi clan, the Sky Cracking Fist Art." Qin Tianqing grew proud: "Even in the Qin Clan, only those with outstanding talent and who have reached the sixth level of the Spirit Tempering Stage can train."

"So this is the Qin Clan's Seism Martial Arts, the 'Sky Splitting Fist'? No wonder he's so powerful. " Qin Shi drew in a breath of cold air. He had heard of the Qin Clan's three great martial arts: one sword art, one movement technique, and one fist art.

The sword art was called the Nine Sword of the River Styx, the movement technique was called the Sky Cracking Fist Art. I heard that back then, the Qin family took root in Wasteland Town and became famous for their three sets of martial arts.

"The heavens are truly helping me."

Just as he was worrying about where he could find a martial art, Qin Shi immediately became excited. "Father, look, ever since I've recovered my Spiritual Pulse, I haven't trained in martial arts. Can you …"

"Brat, take it."

Qin Tianqing could already guess what Qin Shi was going to say without even thinking about it. In fact, he had long since realized that Qin Shi didn't have any martial arts techniques, which was why he purposely performed the Sky Splitting Fist early in the morning.

After obtaining the fist technique, Qin Shi was overjoyed. After laughing foolishly at his father, he forgot to thank him and ran out of the manor.

"This stinking brat."

Upon seeing this, Qin Tianqing shook his head with a bitter smile. His expression immediately became much more serious as he thought, "Sky Splitting Fist Technique, Inferior Grade Martial Arts. Based on his current strength, it would be impossible for him to learn them without any guidance. But it's also good this way, let's poke at his spirit first. "

After Qin Shi ran out of the house, about an hour later, he arrived at a forest not far from the outskirts of Wasteland Town.

He couldn't wait to start practicing the Sky Splitting Fist. Hence, he found a secluded corner and started to study the fist technique: "Breaking the Heavens with force, shattering the universe with a single hit, and his fists are like thunder and lightning, also like the strong gale …"

After studying for a while, Qin Shi started to try.

Following the instructions on the fist technique, Liu Ming gathered all the Spiritual Energy in his body into his palms and clenched them into fists as he punched in the air in front of him.

However, there was no reaction at all when the punch was thrown out.

"This is really strange. I have been practicing according to the instructions on the fist technique. Why is there no reaction?" This caused him to be somewhat surprised. If he failed once, he would have to use it a few more times.

"Ripping apart the heavens with force, shattering the universe with a single point, punching out like thunder, like a strong gale …" As he waved his fist, Qin Shi was still humming the boxing style of the Heaven's Fist Art. However, the result was still unsatisfactory and did not have the slightest effect.

"I can't believe I saw a ghost. When father danced this morning, he clearly didn't have any spirit energy, and his killing power was even a bit stronger than mine. Where did he make such a mistake?" After continuously waving it a few times, Qin Shi discovered that his spirit power was unable to fuse with this boxing style at all. There seemed to be an opportunity missing between the two.

But this opportunity, what exactly was it?

As Qin Shi pondered, he was extremely puzzled. However, this did not affect his fighting spirit. Not only did he not give up, but he also trained even harder.

In the blink of an eye, a day passed.

However, Qin Shi still did not succeed. No matter how much he swung his fist, there was no reaction. This made him go crazy as he thought to himself, "How strange, I was obviously practicing according to the instructions written in the fist technique, but why is there no reaction?"

"It seems like I can only continue tomorrow!"

He looked up at the sky. This forced him to stop cultivating and walk home with a sigh.

All the way, he kept his head down, his mind full of questions about the fist score, thinking of all sorts of methods, thinking of the missing opportunity.

"What's the difference?"

While thinking along the way, he had unknowingly arrived at the deserted town's marketplace.

The market was filled with stalls set up by small vendors. The peddlers were shouting non-stop, raising their voices even higher whenever a passerby passed by.

As soon as Qin Shi entered the market, the peddlers started to shout like madmen. What do you mean by passing by, don't miss out on it, jump off the building and sell off the building, sell off the building, pay compensation if you lost. You're so dumb, it's like you really don't want money.

Hearing these shouts, Qin Shi became extremely agitated. He could only brace himself and quicken his pace.

However, at this moment, he passed by a stall and was suddenly attracted there.

He discovered that the owner of this stall was different from the other vendors.

The rest of the peddlers were all crazily shouting, but he was sitting on the ground with a calm expression. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest and was resting with his eyes closed, as if this stall had nothing to do with him.

"What a strange person. How could he do business like this?"

Qin Shi curiously thought about it. Although his shouts to the peddlers were extremely contradictory, he had to admit that this kind of shout was extremely useful in these small streets and alleys.

At this moment, the owner of the stall seemed to have noticed Qin Shi. He suddenly shook his head, purposefully putting on a profound expression. "Destiny comes with fate, and everything comes with fate. Destiny ends with fate. Destiny ends with fate. Everything is illusory."

"Did he see me? "Hur hur, interesting."

Qin Shi couldn't help but stare blankly as he walked towards the stall. After walking up and down the street, he paused, while fiddling with the goods on the stall. He then asked the boss, "Boss, why don't you shout like that?"

Hearing the voice, the owner of the stall opened his eyes slightly and smiled at Qin Shi, "If there's a fated person, you can do whatever you want with my door. Why do you need me to shout? Even if I did shout, what use would it be? If the time comes, naturally, I will cultivate to the peak of perfection. "

A string of nonsensical words confused Qin Shi. His eyes twitched, "Isn't this doing business just for money?" For the same kind of thing, if others were to scold you, wouldn't you be robbed of your business if you didn't scold them? "

"No, no. Young master, if I had started shouting, how would you have noticed?" That boss rejected him. He tilted his head and smiled mysteriously at Qin Shi.

Hearing this, Qin Shi froze.

Indeed, he had wanted to leave the marketplace faster because of the ear-piercing yells. However, it was because the boss didn't shout that attracted his attention. If the boss had shouted, he would have already left the marketplace.

After coming to understand this point, he suddenly realized something. "Silent is better than audible?"

"Haha, little gongzi, some things can only be understood but not spoken of." The stall owner stroked his beard and laughed heartily. "Seeing that you and I are fated, you can pick three of the items on this stall as a gift from this old man."

"Give me a greeting gift?"

Qin Shi was confused and wanted to reject it. However, when his eyes swept across the stall, he was suddenly attracted by an ancient looking book.

It was as if the ancient book was calling to him.

"Strange, what is this feeling?" Qin Shi was quite surprised. This was the first time he had seen such a strange thing. Thus, he curiously picked up the ancient book and examined it from top to bottom.

After picking up the book, for some reason, Qin Shi felt a strong affinity with it. This made him even more curious. Finally, he hesitated and said to the stall owner, "Boss, then I won't be polite. Three is too much. I'll just choose one. Let's choose this ancient book."

"Oh?"

Seeing that Qin Shi had chosen the ancient book, the stall owner was stunned for a moment before he suddenly laughed, "You don't want so many valuable items, yet you chose this seemingly useless ancient book?"

"Mn, radish and cabbage, we all have our own feelings for each other. This might be our fate, hehe." Qin Shi didn't explain. He picked up the ancient book and stood up. He thanked the stall owner, "Thank you, boss."

"Don't thank me. You've already said it yourself. This is your destiny."

The stall owner smiled with his hands behind his back. Then, he put away the stall and said a few words to Qin Shi before turning around and disappearing into the market, "Bear in mind, everything is up to fate. Don't climb up to help. If fate wills it, we will meet again."

Looking at the departing stall owner, Qin Shi felt baffled.

However, after thinking for a while, he still couldn't think of a reason. He simply tossed it to the back of his mind, turned around and walked towards his home.

Of course, he didn't notice that when he turned around, a pair of eyes was staring at him from a distance.

"With the appearance of the devil, his fate has changed. Looks like the prophecy of the Emperor of the past has begun to unfold." The person who was staring at Qin Shi was none other than the stall owner just now. At this time, he had already changed his clothes. He wore a noble blue dragon robe, standing with his hands behind his back, giving off an imposing aura.