"Not bad! He had finally made some progress! As expected of my son!"
"Since that's the case, you should also participate in the third-generation disciple competition this time!”
After thinking it through, Song Yuanqiao suppressed the grievance in his heart and said to Song Qingshu in relief.
Originally, he had not planned to let Song Qingshu participate in the third-generation disciple competition.
After all, among the third-generation disciples, the oldest one was almost thirty years old, and his realm had also reached the half-step Postnatal realm.
As for Song Qingshu, he was only fourteen years old, and his cultivation level was only third-rate. If he were to participate in the competition with his previous standards, he would probably lose all his face.
But now, he realized that this brat was quite capable.
The set of Soft Palm was so perfect that even he felt a little ashamed of his inferiority.
He would definitely be able to make a name for himself in the third-generation disciple competition.
Even if he couldn't get the first place, with his Soft Palm martial arts, getting into the top ten was definitely not a problem.
To be able to enter the top ten of the third generation disciples at the age of fourteen was absolutely inconceivable!
When his master came out of seclusion and saw that his grand-disciple was so capable, he might be happy and give this brat a few pointers. Wouldn't that be a good thing?
When he thought about how Song Qingshu could rely on his own unique technique, the Soft Palm, to enter the top ten of the third-generation disciples at the third-rate realm, Song Yuanqiao felt proud in his heart.
But what he didn't know was that Song Qingshu had already been reborn and stepped into the first-rate realm.
"Father, I understand. I will definitely get a good ranking in this competition and definitely won't embarrass you!”
Song Qingshu's heart stirred when he heard Song Yuanqiao mention the Grand Competition of the Third Generation Disciples.
According to the memories in his mind.
The competition between the third generation disciples was not as simple as a martial arts competition.
More importantly, the status of the third-generation disciples would be determined based on the results of the martial arts competition.
Those with outstanding battle achievements could gain the favor of the Seven Heroes and be promoted from an ordinary disciple to a personal disciple in one go. They would also receive the verbal and physical teachings of the Seven Heroes of Wudang.
If there was someone with extraordinary talent, it was not impossible for Zhang Sanfeng to take him in as a personal disciple!
Of course, Song Qingshu's identity was special. He was the son of Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Wudang Seven Heroes. He had special privileges, so he naturally did not need these.
However, whoever could take first place would be the eldest senior brother.
Song Qingshu's philosophy was that if he could be the boss, he would never be the second.
Since he had the ability, why should he be stepped on by others?
Wouldn't that be a coward?
"Yes! If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask your second uncle and sixth uncle for advice. Go down and practice martial arts!”
"Yes, sir!"
With that, Song Qingshu returned to his courtyard.
He had just obtained ten years of cultivation and had yet to test its power!
As he thought about this, Song Qingshu lowered his body and moved his palms as if they were flying.
Even though he had only just gained ten years of cultivation and the Soft Palm, it was as if his experience was engraved in his bones, and he was especially familiar with it.
There was no extra movement or hesitation as he moved his palms and steps. It was natural!
"Hah!"
Song Qingshu let out a roar as a burst of zhenqi burst out from his dantian.
That nimble and gentle palm that was like a slithering snake was actually as hard as a knife and axe in an instant. It struck out with an extremely strong and fierce force!
"Phew!"
The palm wind raged, bringing with it a whistling sound.
Zhang away, the flowers and plants in the courtyard were blown into pieces by the strong wind!
A few of the thumb-thick branches were broken by the wind.
Even from a distance of ten feet, it had such power. If this palm hit an ordinary person, the result could be imagined!
"Not bad!"
To Song Qingshu's surprise, the downloaded martial arts and skills could be used as he pleased after downloading. There was no need to practice or train at all.
This way, it would be much more convenient.
However, this did not mean that he could slack off.
After all, he only had ten years of cultivation, and the martial arts he had were extremely limited.
Although this Soft Palm was quite powerful, he still understood that no matter how good one's kung fu was, one would still be afraid of a kitchen knife.
With just this Soft Palm Technique, he still needed to put in some effort if he wanted to get the first place in this third-generation disciple competition.
As he thought about it, Song Qingshu gathered his Qi and focused his mind once more, starting to practice.
Fortunately, after ten years of cultivation, his cultivation speed was much faster than before.
He could clearly feel that with each movement of his palm, as the true qi in his dantian was consumed, his dantian would also grow a little stronger. Although it was very small, it was still much better than before.
Unfortunately, Song Qingshu's cultivation talent was only at the middle-grade. If he had a top-grade talent, his improvement would definitely not be this small.
It seemed that he had to find someone to download a more popular cultivation talent next time.
After being slightly distracted, Song Qingshu collected his thoughts, steadied his mind, and continued to train hard.
One palm after another, he tried his best to maximize the effect of his zhenqi with each palm, and his movements were in the most ingenious state.
Although he was sweating a lot, he did not disappoint. After a few days of hard training, he could already feel a sense of fullness and expansion in his dantian.
This also indicated that his realm was about to break through!
He was only one step away from entering the Postnatal realm.
In other words, his current realm could already be considered to be half a step to the Postliminary Realm!
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