C17 The History of Martial Arts

At the Xiufeng Mountain sanatorium entrance, a group of experts and doctors saw that Zhong Changqing was distressed.

Faang Jianguo asked with some concern in this voice, “Director, how are you feeling?”

With a face full of anger, Zhong Changqing slapped Faang Jianguo hard. Faang Jianguo covered his flaming red cheeks and stared at Zhong Changqing with a look of total disbelief. The glasses that he wore were askew on his face.

“Scram! Get out of my way!”

Zhong Changqing sounded just like a madman.

“I want you to do a background check on Meng Ran. If he’s nowhere near Jiangzhou, that’s fine. As long as he’s in Jiangzhou, I prohibit all hospitals from receiving anyone related to that fool!”

When those words entered their ears, everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. Such ruthlessness was pretty much unheard of before this!

Zhong Changqing was fully qualified to do so. As the director of the Jiangzhou People’s Hospital, his name was on the lips of everyone in the medical world within Jiangzhou. Whether it was the small hospitals in the local counties or the small clinics, there was no doubt about it - they would listen to him!

Everyone could already envision the miserable scene Meng Ran and his family would have to bear when one of them rushed to the hospital to seek treatment and was turned away at the door.

At this time, only Meng Ran and two other people were left in Old Master Mu’s ward. They were Old Master Mu and Mu Qingya.

Old Master Mu suddenly kowtowed before Meng Ran.

Mu Qingya was also flabbergasted when she witnessed this scene. Even though Meng Ran was her grandfather’s benefactor, she knew that he didn’t have to kneel in front of Meng Ran.

“Hey, Mu Qingya, don’t just stand there like some open-mouthed fool. Why don’t you quickly kneel down as well?” Seeing that Mu Qingya still had a puzzled expression on her face, Old Master Mu hurried to say, “Do you still remember the Martial Arts world that I told you about before?”

Mu Qingya finally unfroze, and her cherry-red lips opened wide in astonishment. “So you’re saying that Meng Ran is a martial arts cultivator?”

Old Master Mu nodded his head solemnly, and his next words were very serious. “Yes, and he’s a Martial Arts Master, at that!”

Meng Ran, who was standing by the side, interrupted them right then. “Tell me all about the Martial Arts world. I want to learn more.”

Mu Qingya appeared very confused. “Aren’t you a Martial Arts Master? How come you don’t know much about the Martial Arts world?” At this time, something occurred to Old Master Mu. Which one of the Martial Arts Masters wasn’t a famous figure? Why had he never heard of Meng Ran’s name being mentioned before?

Meng Ran had no idea how to answer their questions. Could he tell them that he was an Immortal Sovereign Tairan?

Meng Ran finally thought up an excuse to tell them. “I’ve always followed my Master and did everything he told me to. I almost never got involved in the affairs of the outside world.”

They nodded their heads doubtfully. The old man stroked his white beard and began his explanation.

“As it so happens, the Huaxia Martial Arts is divided into four categories: Outer Force Martial Cultivator, Inner Force Martial Cultivator, Martial Arts Grandmaster, and God of Martial Dao. The Inner Force Martial Cultivator is also divided into four other parts: Entry, Small Completion, Great Completion, and Peak. The martial cultivator of the Peak of Internal Martial Art cultivation is also respectfully known as Martial Arts Master! The person who left the black Qi in my body is known as the Peak of Internal Martial Art Master. Since you’re able to force out his power, it means that you at least could be considered a Martial Arts Master!

Meng Ran’s brow was heavily knitted when these words entered his ears. In his previous life, he had never before heard of the existence of martial cultivators.

No!

It suddenly all came rushing back to Meng Ran. The scene moments before his death flashed before his eyes. The moment Lu Shaoqian killed him, Meng Ran, who was at death’s door, seemed to have seen Lu Shaoqian leap dozens of meters in the air!

Meng Ran thought that he was seeing things, but now that he had a chance to think things through, could it be that Lu Shaoqian was also a so-called martial cultivator? But they had known each other for so long. Why didn’t Lu Shaoqian bring this matter up before?

Forget about it, so what if he was really a martial cultivator? So what if he’s at the level of God of Martial Dao? What did it matter?

The main reason why the Immortal Sovereign Tairan was able to conquer the world was because he had gone through countless world-shocking battles before landing at the level of the Pinnacle of Immortal Dao. Why should he be afraid of one tiny martial cultivator?

“Could it be that those martial arts that they show on movies and TV are real? Sir, can you explain these realms in better detail? I’d like to learn more.”

The old man nodded his head and asked Mu Qingya to pour a cup of tea for both him and Meng Ran. The tea helped moisturize his throat, and he was able to speak without pausing. The old man, seeing how rapt Meng Ran was listening to his words, was in a good mood. He looked at Meng Ran with more and more respect in his eyes. “The Outer Force Martial Cultivator is a martial artist who has mastered some simple martial arts, like the Kingkong Fist, Tan Leg, Yong Chun, etc.

“At the same time, the Inner Force Martial Cultivator can condense internal energy. They would use their internal energy to increase the strength of their martial arts. As they press their palms lightly on the table, a dent would suddenly appeal, and such a palm could shatter a stone. As for the four minor realms I just mentioned, they were divided according to the strength of their inner energy.

“Those that are Martial Arts Grandmasters can release internal energy from the outside and form a Genuine Qi. Such a master can use his Qi to kill people. They can even take the lives of their enemies from 100 feet away. Within their fingertips is the Sword Qi, Blade Qi, and Palm Qi, which they could call upon anytime. Very few people are able to achieve this level. Those who can are considered top warriors of the Martial Arts world.”

“What about the God of Martial Dao?” Meng Ran went on to ask.

The old man simply smiled and shook his head. “That’s the Divine stage. Anyone who has reached this level will have no trouble flying in the sky. He’s already a Divine Immortal in the eyes of us mere mortals.”

After he listened to the old man’s explanation, Meng Ran was bothered by something. Why had he never heard of these things before in his past life? Why had he never seen a media report on this? Why was this his first time hearing of such a thing?