I achieved mastery of martial arts during the Republic of China era.

Chapter 9: Deducing the Cultivation Technique, the Metal Nature is Immortal!

As soon as Zhou Tong got home, he noticed that the atmosphere at home was a bit somber. The servants spoke much softer than usual and walked on tiptoe, as if they were afraid of making a mistake and getting into trouble.

Zhou Tong knew perfectly well that all of this must have been caused by the turmoil last night.

Upon entering the hall, I found my father and mother talking in hushed tones, both appearing remarkably calm and composed.

Needless to say, my father was a man of few words. My mother, though seemingly gentle, had long been accustomed to the coldness and warmth of human relationships within a large family. Presumably, from the moment my father announced the division of the family property, she had already anticipated some of the things that would follow.

From the moment Zhou Tong entered, Yao Wanru carefully observed his expression. Seeing his calm demeanor, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she asked with a smile, "Tong'er, you didn't suffer any grievances at the martial arts school today, did you?"

Zhou Tong sat down next to his mother and said with a smile, "The old man did such a ruthless thing, so naturally I heard some rumors, but I didn't feel wronged. On the contrary, it strengthened my determination to practice martial arts."

Zhou Chengzong chuckled upon hearing this and looked at his wife with a smile: "See, I told you Tong'er is different from before."

"Yes, this little trouble is no problem for my son."

Yao Wanru smiled and echoed, while glancing at her husband.

You make it sound so easy now, but just now you were just like her, afraid that your son would be hurt.

It's no wonder they were worried. Although Zhou Tong has matured a lot lately, he has been pampered since childhood and always been pampered. This sudden change and the provocation of others' ridicule will likely be too much for him to bear.

Yao Wanru had wanted to visit Zhou Tong at the martial arts school several times today, but she managed to restrain herself and is now finally at ease.

At this moment, Zhou Tong looked at his father and asked, "Dad, are you alright?"

Zhou Tong knew perfectly well that he and his mother were just bystanders in this whole mess; his father was always busy welcoming and seeing off guests, so he was the one who was truly the one to be affected.

"You're acting like nothing's wrong. I've been eating for decades longer than you, what could possibly happen to me?"

Zhou Chengzong waved his hand dismissively and said, "Seeing your performance makes me even more relieved."

Next, the family sat down to eat and chatted for a while before Zhou Tong returned to his room.

Now that he was all alone, a hint of heat appeared on his face. He focused his mind, and the transparent frame immediately appeared.

【Dragon and Tiger Meat Training Pole (Can be deduced)】

Zhou Tong had previously discovered a line of text at the martial arts school, but there were too many people around and he didn't know what would happen after the deduction, so he didn't take any immediate action.

Now is the time.

He focused his mind on the three words "deducible".

At this moment, the three characters distorted slightly, and another line of text appeared behind them.

"Based on the host's mental state and physical condition, the Dragon-Tiger Flesh-Training Stance can be deduce to a perfect version. The deduction will take two hours. Would you like to proceed?"

"Deduction!"

Zhou Tong tried calling out in his mind.

As soon as he sent out his thoughts, the words "can be deduced" immediately changed to "in deduction".

Zhou Tong's expression changed, and he carefully sensed the changes around him, but nothing unusual happened.

His body and his surroundings were not affected in any way.

"Hey, I should have done the deduction back at the martial arts gym. But my cheat ability is my biggest secret, so it's better to be cautious."

Zhou Tong muttered to himself, then looked up at the Western-style wall clock on the wall; the hands were pointing to 7:15.

He sat in the chair, watching the hands move slowly and steadily, the subtle sound incredibly clear in his ears.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

"Just waiting like this is too tedious; I need to find something to do."

Zhou Tong was so excited that he soon couldn't sit still any longer.

He went downstairs, picked up the recent newspapers, went back into the room, and sat down to read them.

However, perhaps because he was filled with anticipation, he was never able to fully immerse himself in it.

The clear text on the newspaper looked like swirling swirling ink marks in my eyes.

He took a deep breath and told himself to calm down. He repeated this several times until his mind finally settled down and he slowly began to look into the book.

The newspapers were still filled with the same old stories:

Friction has broken out again among the warlords in the south; a new film has just been shown in Tianjin's theaters, drawing huge crowds; the disaster in southern Shandong is worsening; and clashes have broken out between foreigners and Chinese in the Shanghai International Settlement...

Sorrow and prosperity dance together, grandeur and tenderness intertwine.

As he watched, Zhou Tong suddenly narrowed his eyes; a piece of news had caught his attention.

"The great disaster in southern Shandong left refugees everywhere. Taking advantage of this, the Worry-Free Cult, which had long been suppressed by the authorities, rose to prominence. Claiming to be a follower of the Worry-Free Holy Mother, they could eliminate disasters and bring good fortune. In no time, they attracted a flood of believers and spread rapidly throughout Shandong, expanding their influence as the number of disaster victims increased..."

Upon seeing this, Zhou Tong's face darkened.

Having awakened his memories of his past life, he was acutely aware of the immense harm this sect could cause.

The news about warlords and foreigners in the newspapers felt distant to him, but he had already met the disaster victims in southern Shandong before, and as the number of victims increased...

"This world is getting more and more chaotic. I wonder how long this current peace can last?"

Zhou Tong felt uneasy, but a determined glint flashed in his eyes: "We must seize these peaceful days and improve our strength as quickly as possible!"

Just then, a soft "ding" sounded in his mind.

The simulation was successful.

Zhou Tong had an epiphany.

Before he could even check the panel, a stream of information flooded his mind.

The next moment, he felt a blur before his eyes, and everything around him suddenly disappeared. A small figure appeared before him, constantly dancing, performing a set of Dragon Tiger Flesh Training Stakes that looked no different on the surface than before, but was actually completely different in the subtle details.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Tong shook his head and regained consciousness.

The details of the perfect version of the Dragon Tiger Meat Training Post, which had been deduced, were deeply imprinted in his mind.

"What are the differences between the perfect version and the previous versions?"

As Zhou Tong pondered this, he focused his mind again, and the control panel appeared.

The next moment, his gaze froze.

【Dragon and Tiger Flesh-Refining Stance (Perfect Version): Practicing this stance to the peak of flesh-refining will naturally result in "golden muscles."】

"Golden Skin?"

Zhou Tong murmured softly, looking somewhat bewildered.

According to his understanding, there are three levels of muscle training: muscle like wood, muscle like stone, and muscle like iron, which can also be simply referred to as wood muscle, stone muscle, and iron muscle.

He had never heard of this so-called golden skin.

"Could it be the 'golden skin and jade bones' described in the Daoist canon?"

Zhou Tong thought to himself.

Although he hadn't seen much of the Daoist Canon, he knew that the character "金" (jin) in the Daoist Canon didn't refer to gold, but rather symbolized "immortality" and "masculinity," representing something that was solid, indestructible, and flawless.

That would be quite a big deal.

For a moment, Zhou Tong sat on the rosewood chair, lost in thought.

"There's no point in overthinking it. Once the muscle training is complete, you'll naturally see the final result."

After letting his thoughts wander for a while, Zhou Tong gathered his attention.

He was so excited that he couldn't contain himself, so he went straight to the courtyard, got into a stance, and prepared to try out the newly acquired perfect version of the Dragon Tiger Flesh Training Post.

As he slowly unfolded the message, corrective information also emerged in his mind.

"This perfect version of the Dragon Tiger Muscle Training Post looks exactly the same as the regular version, but the subtle changes in tension and relaxation, and the breathing rhythm, are much more profound, and the difficulty is also much greater..."

Zhou Tong noticed the difference as soon as he started practicing.

Fortunately, Zhou Tong was not afraid of high difficulty. With the panel providing constant corrections, and the Dragon Tiger Flesh Training Post being derived from his personal spirit and physique, it could be said to be tailor-made for him. He was not afraid of not being able to complete the training.

After practicing twice, his mother opened the second-floor window and said softly, "Tong'er, martial arts training must be done step by step. Go to bed early so you'll have energy tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll go to sleep now." Zhou Tong agreed and stopped his stance.