Crazy Scientists in the Cultivation World

Chapter 08's

Arrghhhhhhh~

Jajang woke up in a tacky way. He immediately shouted and sat down without aba.

"Oh.. Are you awake?"

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man with a jug of sake in his left hand standing staring at Jajang. He looked very proud but like a brand. With her long hair tied up, she looked like a mountain bandit with green martial armor and was about 170 cm tall or so.

He was the one who took Jajang away as well as the one who split the pig with 1 slash.

"You went to the Monster Mountain when it was only stage 3 body refinement.it was not courage but stupidity. Umurnu how many? I guess maybe 5 years. I don't care why you brought this. If you want to go then go. If you want to remain in the sect be my disciple. But of course understand that for 1 week."

The man gave a basic boxing manual. Basic boxing was known to all martial artists but this technique could be used to test the prowess of a cultivator. Jajang suddenly forced himself to stand up and cupped his fists while slightly bending as he could.

"Thank you sir"

Jajang then slowly rested his body back on his bed. But he was not in a sleeping position this time. He sat holding the manual and opened it. The middle-aged man also finally walked out of the room somehow and left just like that.

"I don't want to acknowledge him as my teacher. Why does he want me to be his student? forget it for now"

Jajang opened the manual and understood it. It was only 3 pieces and Jajang with a glance completed it. It wasn't until half a minute before Jajang closed the manual. Jajang then closed his eyes and read over and over again inside his brain. Jajang memorizes every letter, punctuation, and picture very clearly. Jajang repeated that in his brain while feeling what he could understand from it.

"Boxing is a destroyer. Boxing as the best weapon. Fist as a sword. Fist as a spear. Boxing as lightning. Intangible boxing. Don't forget about morals. Aligned and chaotic. Boxing as a basis...."

After 10× repetitions Jajang somehow felt his body understand something by itself. Jajang clenched his fists and threw them forward.

Wush..

The broken ribs and the crushed joints came back creaking. Jajang thoughtlessly closed his eyes and felt what was happening to his body. Jajang felt quite a troublesome damage if he was on earth. It takes months to heal but will still have side effects. Jajang did not know how there was such a power that healed his wounds.

"Maybe it's a pill effect? ah I so want to immediately research them hahaha very interesting. For now I have to focus on my healing"

Jajang was somehow able to heal his body bit by bit. Finally it was getting dark and there was a knock on the door.

"Master sent me to deliver food."

The waiter casually opened the door and saw the 5-year-old sitting on the bed with a smile.

"Thank you, sorry to bother"

The waiter bowed before leaving without a word coming out of his mouth. Jajang stared at the food for the toothless grandfather who was prone by stomach pains. Yes it is really water slurry.

But Jajang did not complain at all and began to eat the food they gave him. The sound of a wooden spoon resounded in the quiet night. Not long before they all spent. He then sipped the water unsuspectingly.

When the water entered his mouth Jajang suddenly choked and coughed.

"PAHIIITTTT SIALAAANNN"

after tens of minutes Jajang finally finished his leisure drink with a slightly pale face resisting nausea. Jajang put the bowl and glass and the tray in front of the door before Jajang finally closed his eyes.

Throughout the night Jajang focused on his healing. The night passed and Jajang was now fully recovered and Jajang felt his bones somehow become stronger and stronger. He got up and took his basic fist.

Wush... Wush... Wush....

Every 10 minutes the incense would be mediated to try to think about how he developed his fist technique. When the sun was starting high before noon Jajang heard the door open. Jajang was a little upset that he did not knock on the door first.

"Xixixi I will advise you, when you dare to refute xixixixix ~"

Jajang with saliva at the end of his lips stared at the open door. A man's head emerged from the door.

Putongs...

Jajang fell with a horrible face. The shadow of the servant woman was destroyed by an old man who was very unlooking.

"Ohhh.. Are you healthy? why are you sleeping on the floor?"

Jajang held back his anger replied

"i'm just a little rest hahaha I don't need to think about it. What did you come here for?"

"Why indeed? can't we?"

Jajang really wanted to hit the old man 3 days and 3 nights so that his father did not recognize the child. Jajang calmed down again and replied,

"Of course it's okay, I thank you for saving me. But may I know where this is?"

"You are in the Blue Sword Sect. I am the ninth elder. Our sect has over 10,000 disciples."

"Xixixi sir, is there a book here? I want to read it!" Jajang acted like a child asking for candy.

"Hahaha if you become my disciple I will allow you access to the 2 floors in the knowledge pavilion. So work hard and understand that fist as best you can!"

"Hahaha Master take a look at my progress today!"

Jajang without waiting for an answer from elder nine, carried out his basic boxing activities. He issued the original base boxing instead of the boxing that Jajang had modified.

Wugh.. Wugh...

As Jajang finished doing so he looked towards elder nine. Jajang hopes he gets some compliments before Jajang gets hit with the word coming out.

"Stupid, Hahaha, have patience to read slowly. I'm waiting for your progress in 6 days."