Chapter 1 A Thought Arises

The heart is the master of the body. When a thought arises in the heart, all the gods follow.

An Qisheng had the thought to slow down. When he woke up from this sleep, it was already broad daylight, breaking the biological clock he had cultivated for more than a year.

Hu~

An Qisheng stretched, his joints crackling, feeling vigorous and full of energy, almost bursting with it.

"This sleep of mine seems to have been a deep sleep..."

Having slept for decades, An Qisheng naturally knew that this wasn't an effect that could be achieved just by sleeping longer.

It was somewhat similar to the deep sleep mentioned in psychological hypnotherapy.

Deep sleep, also known as golden sleep, one hour of deep sleep is better than seven or eight hours of light sleep. It not only relieves stress and promotes human metabolism, but also speeds up the process of cerebrospinal fluid cleaning toxins from the brain.

This feeling of comfort all over was not just a signal from ordinary organs of the body, but also a genuine pleasure produced by the brain.

Being in this state for a long time would improve memory, improve the spirit, and make everything twice as effective.

It even had the effect of prolonging life.

"Qingyuan Daoren (Daoist Priest) couldn't achieve this even after forty years of practicing sleeping qigong, but I can do it now?"

An Qisheng was a little surprised. Was he really a genius at practicing sleeping qigong?

Deep sleep wasn't actually a magical thing. As long as it wasn't an insomnia-related disease, people spent about a quarter or a fifth of their sleep time in this state.

But to turn the entire sleep time into deep sleep was not a simple matter.

The difficulty was probably similar to the difference between panning for gold in the sand and turning stone into gold.

"So hungry."

Before he could savor it for too long, a wave of hunger surged into his heart. An Qisheng put on his shoes, walked into the kitchen, and began to cook medicinal cuisine.

"What's that smell?"

An's mother, who was cleaning the room, was choked by the smell and ran out, coughing repeatedly and opening all the windows.

"Mom, go back first."

In the kitchen, An Qisheng looked calm, gradually getting used to the smell.

"Cough, cough! Come home when you have time."

An's mother's eyes were watering from the choking, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Was her son eating this every day?

She couldn't stand just smelling it, how much suffering would he endure eating it?

"I know."

An Qisheng waved his hand in the kitchen.

Amidst the strong, lingering smell, An Qisheng's heart was very calm. The pungent smell to others was a good thing for a true martial artist.

In ancient times, martial artists often had to search for months or even longer in the deep mountains for a medicinal herb. If a medicinal herb became extinct, the inheritance of a martial art would be cut off.

The explosion of technology in modern society brought extreme abundance of materials, and many medicinal herbs could be artificially cultivated.

Even if a medicinal herb was extinct, it was often possible to find a substitute.

His cultivation was so fast, and the effect of medicinal cuisine was also indispensable.

Compared to its effect, what did the taste matter?

After finishing the medicinal cuisine, An Qisheng walked into the yard, practiced a set of boxing stances, and then slowly went out.

It was already deep winter, and although it wasn't snowing, the weather was very cold.

An Qisheng didn't drive, but walked along the road, unhurriedly.

Da Xuan's boxing arts had a long history, and in the past three hundred years, it had undergone great development. Ordinary people didn't notice much change, but some masters knew that kung fu had been studied to a very deep level.

In the booklet that Xue Zheng sent to An Qisheng, there were not only the precautions for hard qigong, internal arts, and external boxing techniques, but also deeper martial arts principles.

Walking, sitting, lying down, all were boxing.

Every move could increase one's skill.

Once the whole reached that level, Huajin (Transformation Realm) would be achieved naturally.

While walking, An Qisheng's body fluctuated very little. His feet weren't raised high, and his body rose and fell as if he were skating, covering several meters.

Seemingly slow, but actually very fast.

"This person, how can this person walk so fast?"

A jogger passed by, panting and glancing at An Qisheng, surprised.

Morning jogging wasn't very fast, of course, but no matter how slow it was, running was always faster than walking.

But this young man, dressed very thinly, was walking much faster than them.

"Sir, are you a martial artist?"

An Qisheng turned his gaze, and the person who spoke to him was a girl who looked less than twenty years old.

The girl was beautiful, and although the weather was cold, she wasn't wearing very thick clothes. Her tight-fitting thermal sportswear outlined her slender figure.

At this time, her breathing was a little uneven, beads of sweat hung on her forehead, and sweat vapor was faintly visible on her head.

"I've practiced a few boxing moves, I guess I'm an enthusiast."

An Qisheng didn't stop walking, and replied casually.

Although the martial arts atmosphere in Da Xuan was very strong, and there were boxing routines during elementary school breaks, that was all. Relying on what the school taught, at most, one could only strengthen the body.

It was naturally impossible to make a name for oneself.

Therefore, there weren't too many people who had truly achieved success in martial arts.

However, Da Xuan had a large population base, and even if only one percent of the people succeeded in martial arts, that would be hundreds of thousands or even millions.

"Ah?"

The girl was stunned, obviously not believing it.

Although this young man gave people a feeling of being thin, his body proportions were very well-proportioned. Underneath the thin and loose sportswear, bulging muscles were faintly visible.

Moreover, they weren't the exaggerated muscles of a bodybuilder. The lines were very smooth, giving a sense of beauty.

This wasn't the physique that could be achieved by simply working out.

She wanted to say something more, but An Qisheng wasn't interested in chatting with her, and slightly increased his pace, leaving her far behind.

If he met someone with kung fu, he wouldn't mind chatting a few words.

But this girl had sweat on her forehead, and her qi obviously couldn't be locked in. At most, she was a martial arts enthusiast.

There was no need to chat.

He wasn't a king, but he didn't have much to talk about with bronze-level players.

"You?!"

The girl stopped, looking at the receding figure, a little dazed.

With a force of his feet, An Qisheng had disappeared at the end of the road and soon arrived in the city.

The planning of Xingcheng's urban area was average, and with the cold weather these days, everyone was driving, so traffic jams were quite serious.

An Qisheng had overtaken hundreds of cars along the way.

Hu~

After walking slowly for ten kilometers, An Qisheng felt a little warm, stopped, and Xingcheng Martial Arts Gym had arrived.

"Beisheng has been the home of martial arts since ancient times. Although Xingcheng doesn't produce as many masters as Cangcheng, there are also many great boxers..."

An Qisheng looked up at the martial arts gym, and various thoughts arose in his mind.

Since he awakened this ability, he had been thinking about how to maximize it.

With this ability, in theory, he could comprehend the essence of all the great boxers and grandmasters of the past.

It was just that before, he was busy practicing martial arts and had not put it into action.

Now, it was time to start his journey.

The first stop, starting from here.