Iron Fist Foundation Technique

"Senior Sister Bin Jinyi." Xin An cupped his fists once he arrived in front of the young woman, though he was surprised to see Chu Tian and Mu Lan in her abode; two of the ten outstanding disciples.

He handed the hundred-year-old ginseng to her and said, "Senior Sister, this is the hundred-year-old ginseng for this month's quota."

"Mhm." She grabbed it indifferently. Then unwrapped the white-cloth and throw it to Xin An side. The words Mu Lan said earlier still bothered her. "Bring this cloth with you and you can leave."

"Yes, Senior Sister." Xin An didn't bother to argue with her attitude and grabbed the cloth. He didn't forget to give each bow to Mu Lan and Chu Tian in form of respect.

"Wait a moment," Bin Jinyi suddenly called out.

"Senior sister?"

"Take this pill with you. I heard that you can't absorb Qi from nature. These pills will be useful for you."

Xin An stopped from his track to look at her as she handed him dozens of glittering pills. If he remembered, these pills should be Qi Pills; A supplementary pill that could help a practitioner absorb Qi rather than Nature's Qi from meditation

Seeing these pills, Xin An was unable to open his mouth. He shook his head. This pill is helpful to the current me. This body is incapable of absorbing Qi from Nature for a long time, causing the body to sustain injuries. With these pills, I can cultivate without worry. But owing a favor... He fell silent. It was still vivid in his mind how he got betrayed by his friends. As for now, he didn't want to owe others and form a connection.

"Senior Sister thank you. But these pills, it's best for me not to take it." Xin An said.

"What do you mean?" Bin Jinyi was displeased. "Take it. Don't make my mood bad. Do you think I did this to pity you? If you did, you're mistaken. Take it is as a sort of repayment for your job these few months of being hardworking. If you still don't agree take my words for granted."

"This...This Xin will take it then." Xin An sighed. He grabbed the pills and stuff them into his pocket. He did not want to owe others, but if he forced to be prideful, it'll not favorable to him, and don't forget he was still a herb gatherer and caretaker — Offending an existence higher than his position was simply courting death. He learned his lesson. If he wanted to not swallow his pride, he had to achieve a status similar to or higher than her's first.

After Xin An left the cave abode, Chu Tian was first to seize the chance to asked, "Jinyi, what's on your mind? Giving him that pills, it feels like you become an entirely another person."

"Right. Right. Yi'er, why did you give him those pills in the first place?" Mu Lan just laughed it out. He pitied Xin An too but never to the point he gave his resources to him.

"He absorbed Qi in my place. If I want not to be cursed, I have to repay karma." Bin Jinyi looked at them. "That way, I will not be influenced by his aura."

"So that's the reason. Why I never thought of that?"

Chu Tian and Mu Lan were enlightened. If Xin An would deliver their monthly quota, they decided to spare him some Pills. That way, there's nothing between them.

Bin Jinyi appeared calm seeing this. But her inside thoughts were entirely different. She was still not proficient at lying.

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Shortly after Xin An stepped outside Bin Jinyi's cave abode, he ran straight to his little hut. He stormed in, locked the door, and sprinted into the courtyard. He looked through the memories and did a stance.

This stance was the basic Iron Fist Foundation Technique. In the past, he practiced this many times but was still unable to perform the eleventh move. According to the technique, the first ten moves were purely to build a foundation on the body while the last three moves were offensive moves.

Xin An, in his previous life, had high comprehension. Otherwise, he wouldn't achieve top Achiever on his all school, create a sensational game, become a well-known hacker, and hid from the cops for two whole years. If not for his friends turning against his back, he might survive for many years if he wanted to.

But now that he had died and transmigrated into this brand new world where talent and comprehension matter, Xin An could naturally used the best card on his hand, not to mention he had a photographic memory.

The three last moves were Iron Fist Against A Tiger, Flame Blaze Into Steel, and Fire Iron Fist of Blazing Wave.

The Iron Fist Against A Tiger move, according to the technique, had a concept of fists were stronger than a tiger's strength, which was undoubtedly impossible. However, the move explained lots of points where Xin could only believe it and tried his best to comprehend the words left behind by the said creator of the technique.

'Inside the body, lies behind Inner Chi. Trance slow, one's kowtow-tow.'

'What is this? Is this a technique or what?' Xin An was pulled out from his immersion. 'The hell is this Trance slow, one's kowtow-tow?' Xin An could understand the sentence 'Inside the body, lies behind Inner Chi', but the following sentence confused him. It just feels like the creator of this technique throws a rhyming sound just to make it pleasant to hear. It makes no sense.

Xin An rubbed his head and thought. Trance slow should mean achieving the state of immersion...But, everyone's kowtow-tow? Wait a sec? Immersion? What's the opposite of Immersion?

Suddenly, Xin An gained an understanding. After sitting for a whole thirty minutes pondering, he had understood a bit of the Iron Fist Against A Tiger.

If he was correct. He should be immersed. Then be pulled out from the immersion. First. It was stated the move 'Inside the body, lies behind the Inner Chi' means there's an Inner Strength inside his body. Then after that, the 'Trance slow, everyone's kowtow-tow' is just a misdirection on the creator of this technique to let the practitioner practice this technique be immersed from the first word and be confused from the last word. The hidden meaning is obvious...That is, I should be immersed, in other words, or build Inner Chi inside me and explode it out entirely.

With this in mind, Xin excitedly put the thick book to the ground and walked towards a nearby boulder. Breathing the air slowly, he closed his eyes and made a stance.

Gathering the inner strength on his fist, eyes snapped open, he punched out.

Boom!

His fist drilled into the boulder. After that, a layer of cracks in the shape of a web formed. As it spread in all directions, it caused the boulder to shatter into pieces.

'I did it! I did it! So this is the Iron Fist Against A Tiger!' Xin Lan laughed loudly. He had never been this proud before. He was a fan of xianxia, out of boredom, and had read tons of these fantasies. However, this was the first time his blood pulse this fast. It's been a long time I've been this happier.