Daily Evolution from Mastering Tai Chi-Chapter 75: The Old Master’s Dao Heart Crumbles

Chapter 75: Chapter 75: The Old Master’s Dao Heart Crumbles

After grabbing a few servings of local specialty snacks from the street stalls outside the alley, Wang Ye returned to the hotel.

Using the energy from the snacks, he rapidly repaired the wear and tears on his gluteal and leg muscles, fascia, and skeletal fractures, benefiting from his body’s superhuman self-recovery buffs. The physical wear from a high-intensity full marathon was quickly healed by him.

Then, Wang Ye started training his Golden Bell Shield technique in front of the balcony.

He conveniently placed a Golden Bell Shield Medicine Pouch in the bathtub and filled it with hot water, turning on the electric heating function.

This method can simply simulate the process of boiling medicine over a real fire, albeit with slightly less effect. Under current limited conditions, this method can only be used as a stopgap solution.

Wang Ye used the small steel hammer he carried to harshly strike various parts of his body.

As his Golden Bell Shield power steadily improved, the hammer’s damage to him became progressively smaller.

Even when occasionally using the claw of the hammer to strike his body, it could barely leave bruises on his skin.

It’s worth noting that if this claw hammer is used with full force, it can easily smash through walls, shatter rocks, and break through wood.

This also means that Wang Ye’s skin toughness probably surpasses that of bark, fragmented rocks, and the like.

Wang Ye exerted a lot of effort to bruise various parts of his body.

He took a deep breath, then stripped off all his clothes and stepped into the bathtub filled with dark red medicated water.

The highly stimulating medicated water rapidly promoted healing of his body injuries.

His already formidable recovery ability was now enhanced by about 1.5 times with the help of the medicated water.

Wang Ye closed his eyes to rest in the bathtub for half an hour, then emerged and dried his body.

Collapsing onto the bed, he fell asleep.

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May 10

5:45

Just 2 days remain before the marathon begins.

Wang Ye got up early, used the hotel’s disposable toothbrush to wash up.

He put on a set of casual clothes and went downstairs to the alley breakfast cafe to buy a few breakfasts to enjoy.

Around six in the morning, taking advantage of the sparse people on the street, Wang Ye headed to Lizhi Park a few kilometers away.

There’s nothing particularly novel in Lizhi Park; it’s merely foliage, lakes, and natural scenery. It’s suitable for relaxing, decompressing, and letting the mind wander during leisure.

It was not yet fully bright.

Crystal dewdrops still hung on the green leaves and flowers.

Even before fully entering Lizhi Park, Wang Ye’s evolved and transmuted sense of smell detected the unique fresh scent of nature.

This instantly refreshed his spirit.

The Qi within him seemed to become much more abundant.

Generally, when the Sun rises in the morning, it’s when Yang Qi is most abundant, making it an optimal time to practice breathing techniques, enhancing one’s internal Qi. Being in a park, forest, or near a lake with less pollution makes breathing smoother. Thus, training Tai Chi now will naturally be more effective.

Wang Ye stood by the lake, took several deep breaths, and then slowly opened his eyes, suddenly gaining a few new insights into the mood of Tai Chi.

"Let’s practice a few sets of Tai Chi while the opportunity presents itself."

He stood alone by the lakeside, gradually performing Pile Skills, and started slowly practicing Tai Chi. His chest rose and fell as he began to take in large amounts of air from the outside.

Each breath seemed to draw in the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth, threading through his body like a dragon or snake, actively traversing his limbs and bones, cleansing the impurities in his meridians.

With each punch, stomp, lift, and turn by Wang Ye, an observable gust of force was stirred up.

The surrounding flowers, plants, and leaves moved subtly and rhythmically in response to his movements.

By this time, a few young people jogging in the morning passed by on the park’s path.

Seeing a young man proficiently practicing Tai Chi in the park left them all shell-shocked.

To most people, Tai Chi is seen as a slow, tranquil, and unexciting martial art, typically practiced by old men who can barely walk.

At this time, two female youths who just finished their run sat on the stone bench by the road, drinking water and wiping sweat, watching Wang Ye practice Tai Chi by the lake with great interest.

One woman, appearing around thirty, praised, "Though I don’t quite understand Tai Chi, I can still tell this young man is quite good at it."

The younger woman beside her agreed, "If this were filmed and posted on Douyin, it would surely attract countless girls."

Their gazes remained fixed on Wang Ye by the lake, as if losing sight of him for even a moment would be a huge loss.

It’s not surprising they were so engrossed.

Due to Wang Ye’s ethereal and nimble appearance while practicing Tai Chi, his entire demeanor was extremely graceful, as if carrying an immortal aura, almost indistinguishable from an immortal in an ink painting scroll.

Moreover, Wang Ye’s handsome features and chiseled facial contours were sharp like those sculpted by an ax and knife. Combined with his ethereally elegant figure and movements, it’s no wonder people might fall for him at a glance.

At this moment, completely unaware, Wang Ye was immersed in his own world.

He felt his movements were smoother than ever, as if every action was flowing with the wind, remarkably light, as if a breakthrough was imminent.

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Meanwhile.

A group of elderly practicing Tai Chi on the other side of the lake had also started chattering about Wang Ye in the distance.

"Master Huang, look at that young man, he practices with quite a sense of style. Can you assess the depth of his skill for me?" said a slightly older balding man among them.

The elder known as Master Huang turned his head slightly and furrowed his brows, scrutinizing for a while before slowly saying, "Although I hate to admit it, this young man’s foundational skills...are much stronger than mine. His Pile Skill is too stable, his force emission crisp, and his foundational depth is unfathomable."

"This youngster doesn’t seem very old; is he really that skilled?" the balding elder asked doubtfully.

"Never mind, is Master Liu here today? Call him up and have him come to assess this young man’s depth," Master Huang replied, then continued shaking his head after thinking, "At this hour, he probably can’t make it in time. Let me take a video to show him... hey, Old Li, where’s the video function on WeChat?"

After filming Wang Ye’s Tai Chi movements from a distance, the few elderly people reluctantly left.

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