All realms have enabled me to achieve the Great Dao.

Chapter 184 Destined Person

After completing his training in the primordial world, Zhou Yongcheng returned to the world of Chinese martial arts.

It was already broad daylight at the martial arts world, and Zhang Chunqiang arrived at the martial arts hall very early.

He saw Zhou Yongcheng come out of the inner courtyard and greeted him respectfully.

"First, practice your fist techniques and breathing here. Once you're proficient, you can go to the training room to practice. Let's start practicing now."

Zhang Chunqiang began practicing according to the fist techniques and breathing methods of the first stage of the Body Tempering Realm that he had in mind.

Zhou Yongcheng watched from the side and guided Zhang Chunqiang in his cultivation.

Zhang Chunqiang had never been exposed to traditional Chinese martial arts before. When he first started practicing, his boxing movements were very stiff, and he also didn't know how to use breathing techniques.

During his cultivation practice, Zhang Chunqiang gritted his teeth and persevered, refusing to give up.

It took Zhou Yongcheng a whole morning to get Zhang Chunqiang familiar with the process. Everything is difficult at the beginning, but once you take the first step, the rest becomes much easier.

It was noon when Zhang Chunqiang entered the inner courtyard.

"Master, it's lunchtime. I wonder what you'd like to eat?" Zhang Chunqiang asked.

"I'm not eating, you just need to take care of yourself."

Not eating? This left Zhang Chunqiang speechless.

For the next few days, Zhang Chunqiang was the only one practicing at the martial arts academy. After he became familiar with the first stage of body tempering, Zhou Yongcheng sent him to the training room to practice. The energy inside was rich, and the progress was much faster, at least dozens of times faster than practicing outside.

It was only during his training that Zhang Chunqiang realized how arduous it was to practice traditional Chinese martial arts, especially the movements of the fist techniques. All the fist techniques had to be practiced continuously and in a coherent manner, without any breaks or interruptions, otherwise the training would be ineffective.

Some movements in boxing are extremely difficult to practice, and some are so difficult that they seem impossible for a human to perform.

Just practicing punches isn't enough; you also need to coordinate with breathing techniques. And you can't make any mistakes with your breathing techniques either; if you do, you have to start all over again.

That evening, Zhang Chunqiang finished his cultivation and came to the pavilion to ask Zhou Yongcheng for guidance.

"Master, I wonder how effective the cultivation elixir is?"

"The effects of the secret medicine are definitely significant. It can act directly on your body. One dose of the secret medicine is equivalent to several days of arduous training. Do you think that's a great effect?"

Some cultivators with resources can complete the Body Tempering Realm in a short period of time and quickly enter the Ming Jin Realm, greatly shortening the cultivation time.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chunqiang understood what to do, but he didn't have much money. Many of the ingredients in the secret medicine were rare, and a single dose of the medicine couldn't be obtained without a considerable sum of money.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master."

Zhou Yongcheng knew what Zhang Chunqiang was thinking without even looking at him. However, Zhang Chunqiang only had enough money to maintain his daily life, and it wouldn't last long. It all depended on what he did.

Zhou Yongcheng didn't care about this. He wasn't there to be a babysitter. Being able to teach martial arts to them for free was already a huge blessing.

On this day, several police officers were patrolling the street where the National Martial Arts Hall was located. They were grassroots police officers in the capital, and they patrolled the streets once or twice a day.

"I haven't been here in a long time, it seems much more lively now."

"Where in Beijing isn't bustling? Haven't you heard that the higher-ups are planning to re-plan the major districts of Beijing? Many places will be demolished and rebuilt, and with that, many families will become much wealthier."

"Boss, are you going to make us do the demolition work again?"

"What do you think? If the residents are not satisfied with the price offered by the developer, it will be another violent demolition, and I don't know how many more people will be injured or maimed."

"We received a lot of compensation last time we were relocated, and we expect to receive even more this time. It's another windfall, awesome!"

Their leader sighed inwardly. In this world, officials and businessmen collude, and the underworld colludes with each other. He really didn't know what the leaders above were doing all day long, and why they didn't do anything about it.

As a low-ranking police officer, he couldn't do anything about it even if he wanted to; he could only try his best to protect ordinary people from being attacked by those criminal gangs.

Those developers are mostly second-generation rich kids. These days, if you want to be a developer, you need some power behind you, or you'll face ruin and death.

They walked and stopped frequently until they arrived at the martial arts hall.

"When did this building become so dilapidated? It wasn't this run-down when I came here last time," a police officer said, pointing to the martial arts hall.

Zhao Youren looked at the house the police officer was pointing at and said with a smile, "I say, Ya Lai, that's clearly a national martial arts school, very grand, how could it be a dilapidated house?"

"Boss, you must be mistaken. It's clearly a dilapidated house. You can ask Fang Xin and the others if you don't believe me."

The others nodded and said, "It's a dilapidated house."

Zhao Youren's eyes narrowed. He couldn't possibly be mistaken, so why did others see something different from him?

"Is that gate open?" Zhao Youren asked.

"No, it's closed, and it's locked."

Now Zhao Youren was certain he hadn't misread it; the gate was clearly open, how could it be locked? But since they were on patrol, it wasn't appropriate to investigate further.

"Let's go, we'll head back after we finish patrolling this street." Zhao Youren didn't dwell on the issue; he'd come over in the afternoon to find out what was going on. Ghosts couldn't be allowed to roam in broad daylight.

The group walked slowly forward.

In the afternoon, Zhao Youren appeared alone in front of the National Martial Arts Hall. It was still the same as what he had seen in the morning, not the dilapidated gate that others had described.

Zhao Youren took a deep breath and went inside, hoping it wasn't haunted.

The courtyard is very large and new, as if it was just built.

There was a boxer practicing in one of the houses in the courtyard, so he walked straight over.

Zhang Chunqiang saw Zhao Youren and stopped boxing.

"Are you here to learn martial arts, officer?" Zhang Chunqiang asked with a smile.

“I came here to take a look. I saw a martial arts school here when I was on patrol, but the other officers said it was a closed building. I was curious, so I came in to check it out.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chunqiang was startled. He had come here but hadn't seen anyone come to his door, and he hadn't figured out why. Zhao Youren's words cleared up Zhang Chunqiang's doubts.

It seems that the master of the academy is no ordinary person; he is like a god. I remember the master saying before that everyone who enters the National Martial Arts Academy is a person with destiny. I didn't understand it then, but now it seems that those who are not destined cannot see the real National Martial Arts Academy at all.

"It seems the officer is quite fortunate to have the opportunity to see the existence of the Martial Arts Academy. Since you're here, it means you have a connection with the academy. Come on, I'll take you to see the master."

"Brother, what is your surname?" Zhao Youren asked.

"What honorable surname? I'm just a down-on-his-luck man. My name is Zhang Chunqiang."

"My name is Zhao Youren."

Zhang Chunqiang led Zhao Youren to the pavilion where Zhou Yongcheng was staying.

"Master, someone has come to learn Chinese martial arts."

As soon as he entered, he saw everything about Zhao Youren clearly.

Zhao Youren was a rare breed among the police, which is why he was still a low-ranking officer even when he was nearly forty years old, unable to even be promoted to the position of deputy director.