Transmigration with Cheat Codes Chapter 24.1: The Sword that Blooms from The Trees

Meng Jintang's gaze slightly narrowed as she turned her head to glance at Uncle Zhao.

Under the lamplight, you could see the old man standing quietly by the yard, his weathered face devoid of any expression.

At this moment, anyone with even a basic understanding of martial arts could tell that Chen Shen's experiences seemed a bit unusual.

Chen Shen's displayed techniques were all basic martial arts moves with no real difficulty, but the maneuvers were unusually disorganized, and some of the actions were simply incorrect.

Meng Jintang thought that with his impeccable memory, there shouldn't be so many mistakes in recalling the techniques. In other words, what Chen Shen had learned initially was a set of martial arts riddled with flaws.

In certain plotlines that could be triggered in "Martial Arts Ascension," Chen Shen could be considered both unlucky and lucky. He was lucky in the sense that he learned the martial arts of the Lofu Hermit.

However, he was unlucky because the Lofu Hermit's martial arts techniques were unconventional and didn't provide much assistance in improving the foundational martial knowledge of the learner.

Therefore, when he encountered the senior brother from the Zhenwei Martial Arts Academy, he had yet to realize that the other person had deliberately used incorrect techniques to deceive him.

Chen Shen had previously spent some time working at the escort agency, but his role there was more administrative in nature. Even when accompanying the team on trips, he mostly handled tasks like record-keeping.

Occasionally, there would be martial artists practicing at the agency, but he always maintained his role as a non-combatant. He had also been cautious not to pry into the martial arts of others, and he adhered to the common knowledge of the martial world he learned at the Zhenwei Martial Arts Academy.

Therefore, up until now, he had no idea that what he had learned was essentially a deliberately crafted subpar martial art system.

Upon hearing Meng Jintang inquire about who had taught him martial arts, Chen Shen honestly recounted the situation. He was naturally a careful person, but without the necessary context, he couldn't grasp the true significance of the question.

Meng Jintang smiled and asked, "May I inquire which disciple of Jinghua Temple's abbot you learned from?"

Chen Shen replied truthfully, "The host of the academy is surnamed Jiang, with the honorific name Rusheng."

Meng Jintang nodded slightly. If there were any later missions involving upholding the unity and stability of the martial world, she had already found a suitable candidate.

Jinghua Temple was at least a sect that could make its presence known in various sections of the game forum. Even if the disciples were not exceptionally talented, they shouldn't be messing up the basic martial stances.

It was like a student claiming to have completed nine years of compulsory education but saying they couldn't recite the nine times table. Not only was it misleading, but it also seemed particularly insincere.

Meng Jintang first corrected Chen Shen's movements and explained how to use energy when punching, kicking, and stepping.

She also taught him how to use internal energy to improve his speed and adjust his posture when leaping, essentially providing a complete lesson on "Basic Qinggong."

While teaching Chen Shen "Basic Internal Skills," she had already noticed that he had excellent aptitude. Now, as she guided him in external martial arts, she realized it wasn't just good aptitude; it could be described as exceptional.

When compared to her own starting attributes, it was like the difference between an "R card" and an "SSR card."

Meng Jintang spoke gently, "The next palm technique is a bit complex, Mr Chen, please pay close attention and remember it well."

Hearing these words, Uncle Zhao, who had been accompanying Chen Shen all along, took the opportunity to step aside to fetch some water, avoiding any suspicion of prying into others' martial arts.

After explaining the intricacies of the technique and demonstrating it once, Meng Jintang had Chen Shen throw a full-force punch towards her.

As his fist approached, Meng Jintang's right hand moved like twisting vines wrapping around a boat, hooking onto Chen Shen's arm. Then, with a sinking elbow and a wrist turn, her palm angled upward and struck the Shenmen acupoint on his wrist.

Chen Shen immediately felt a tingling sensation in his arm, and he found that he couldn't continue with the punch any longer.

No matter how he changed his subsequent moves, every attack Chen Shen attempted, the young woman in the green attire effortlessly intercepted and neutralized them with a light flick, pull, or lift of her hand, rendering his various offensive maneuvers ineffective.

During their sparring, Meng Jintang didn't employ internal energy; it was purely a matter of superior skill. Chen Shen understood that this was a demonstration of how clever techniques could overcome sheer strength. He felt deeply grateful for her instruction.

Being fortunate enough to cultivate internal energy was already a rare blessing among martial artists in the martial world.

Now, having learned a formidable palm technique, if Chen Shen still harbored intentions of venturing into the martial world, he possessed enough to establish himself successfully.

Meng Jintang was concerned about Chen Shen's foundation, so she emphasized, "As the name suggests, the key to this technique is to entangle the enemy's attacks like twisting vines. Once you have control of a joint, a slight squeeze will leave the opponent's muscles and bones sore, rendering them powerless in combat. If you're still unsure, you can transition from entanglement to strangulation, which can even fracture your opponent's bones in the process."

Chen Shen's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head, acknowledging her instructions.

As one taught and the other learned, time passed swiftly. Unbeknownst to them, the deep, dark night had spread across the sky like thick ink.

Uncle Zhao’s residence was located on the outskirts, and the rose vines inside and outside the courtyard had grown together, creating a simple yet natural ambiance.

Meng Jintang noticed that amid the dense undergrowth, there was a faint yellow-green glow that shimmered. When the wind blew, it gently lifted and swayed.

— They were fireflies.

Perhaps it was because there were many medicinal herbs planted around, and their natural fragrances acted as insect repellents. In the valley where Meng Jintang lived, such small insects were seldom seen.

Chen Shen noticed that Meng Jintang seemed somewhat interested and explained, "Fireflies are abundant here, although they are relatively fewer inside the courtyard. But outside, you can find them almost everywhere."

Now, it was already autumn, and the fireflies would soon disappear.

Meng Jintang gracefully floated up and brushed the wall, her gaze fixed on the outside.