Xing City Martial Arts Hall. An Qisheng walked past each display stand, carefully examining the deeds of many great martial artists and some of their personal belongings and handwritten notes left behind during their lifetimes.

With his current level of skill, the experiences of Anjin (dark force) martial artists were of little use to him. His focus was only on the display stands of Huajin (transformative force) martial artists.

A native of Xing City, he had visited the Martial Arts Hall many times. He was very familiar with the great martial artists of Xing City over the past few centuries, if not completely knowledgeable about them.

The Xing City Martial Arts Hall was built in the Kaiyuan year 9506 and has existed for more than three hundred years. One hundred and twenty-three great martial artists are listed within.

A small portion were revolutionary martyrs who fought for the country before its founding, and a large portion were well-known martial artists of the past three hundred years.

Among them, only eleven Huajin martial artists had personal belongings and handwritten notes left behind.

The rest either died in the flames of war, or their descendants were still alive and unwilling to allow the manuscripts of their ancestors to be spread.

"Among the personal belongings left by the eleven great martial artists, only three have traces of spiritual imprints remaining..."

A slight ripple flickered in An Qisheng's eyes.

He already knew that his ability was not truly omnipotent. To touch the pasts of those great martial artists, he did not need their personal belongings.

Instead, he needed the deep imprints they left on those items.

Entering a dream was also a spiritual exchange.

Without the residue of spiritual imprints, he could not see the ‘past’ of those great martial artists.

He stopped in front of a display stand and looked up. The display plaque recorded the deeds of this great martial artist.

"Song Hongfeng..."

An Qisheng stopped in front of the display stand, looking at the manuscript in the glass cabinet, and nodded slightly.

His eyes were half-closed, and his spirit focused.

After many attempts, An Qisheng knew that his current limit of observation was a sphere with a radius of fifteen meters around him. Beyond this distance, whether living people or dead objects, he could not capture their spiritual imprints.

And within this distance, how long it took to capture their dissipated spirits depended on the strength of the person and the completeness of the spiritual imprints on the item.

Buzz~

In his vision, it seemed that streams of light rose, slowly converging before his eyes like silk threads.

Under the concentration of his mind, he could sense that these threads seemed to contain a strong spiritual will.

Buzz~

It seemed to be only a moment before a new spiritual panel unfolded before him:

【Song Hongfeng, male, Kaiyuan 9680-9763... Master of Internal Martial Arts, studied from several teachers, learned many boxing techniques, especially skilled in Tiger Fist, Eagle Claw Hand, and Dragon's Roar Iron Shirt.......】

"Tiger Fist, Eagle Claw, Iron Shirt..."

An Qisheng's heart stirred, and he opened his eyes.

He shifted his body, dodging a hand that was reaching for his shoulder.

"Brother, sorry, can we take a photo here?"

The speaker was a teenager, with a smile on his face.

"Sure."

An Qisheng stepped aside. He hadn't planned to enter a dream in this place anyway.

Passing by this display stand, he followed the same method and collected the spiritual imprints of these three Huajin martial artists.

Just after collecting the spiritual imprint of the last great martial artist, An Qisheng felt a swelling sensation in his mind.

It seemed that he could no longer hold any more.

"As expected, there is a limit. With my current mental strength, it is not enough to support too many spiritual imprints."

An Qisheng rubbed his temples, but he was not too surprised.

Over the past year, he had collected more than a hundred spiritual imprints. It didn't seem unexpected that he couldn't support them all.

"It seems that I need to disperse some spiritual imprints before I can continue."

An Qisheng turned and walked out of the Martial Arts Hall. He didn't take a taxi, but slowly walked towards home.

This was not a problem for him.

He had entered dreams every day this year, and he had learned almost everything.

After a few days of settling down, he could disperse the panels of experts, scholars, and doctors that occupied half of his mental capacity, which would be enough for him to collect the spiritual imprints of dozens more great martial artists.

......

In the following days, An Qisheng stayed at home with his parents.

However, since he said he was cured, his parents also started going to work, and An Jianzhong reopened the martial arts hall. He was also mostly not at home.

These days, he no longer practiced boxing hard. He only brewed medicinal meals every day and practiced a few sets of boxing techniques to keep himself from regressing.

Most of the time, he was learning various kinds of knowledge.

After nightfall, he would enter his own dreams, using the extra twenty-four hours to continuously study the various books he had read in the Xuanda Library.

When he had doubts, he would enter the dreams of those scholars and experts.

Since he was a child, his mental strength was far superior to ordinary people, and he had always been good at studying. That's why he was able to be busy earning money and practicing martial arts, and still get into Xuanjing University with a little study.

After his ability awakened, his memory, comprehension, and thinking abilities became even better.

After fully entering deep sleep, his energy, spirit, and physical strength were always maintained at their peak, and even slowly improving.

With the addition of various aspects, his learning can be said to be advancing by leaps and bounds, completely incomparable to the slowness of learning boxing.

A week later, he dispersed the imprints of four spiritual psychology experts. Two weeks later, the imprints of six hypnosis masters, three physicists, and one artificial intelligence expert were dispersed by him.

The days of studying quietly always passed quickly. In a blink of an eye, more than a month had passed.

On a day when the cold wind howled and heavy snow fell, the new year came again amidst the sound of firecrackers.

And on this day, he finally dispersed all the panels of experts, scholars, and doctors.

The various knowledge they had learned throughout their lives settled in his heart and completely became his own.

In the bedroom, An Qisheng slept like an immortal, deeply asleep.

In his dream, An Qisheng sat in the Xuanda Library, flipping through books.

Physics, chemistry, mathematics, metaphysics, boxing analysis, psychology, metaphysical medical classics, modern medicine, anatomy, aerodynamics, the art of manipulation.......

All kinds of books were piled up around him like mountains.

"Huff!"

With the sparse sounds of his parents getting dressed next door, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes.

And in his mind, the increasingly full stick figure was slowly raising its arms and legs.

Its movements were slow, even slower than the movements of old ladies practicing fitness boxing in the park, but it was truly moving.

If someone from the martial arts world saw this scene, they would find that the stick figure was actually practicing Dragon Tiger Great Capturing Hand! (Longhu Da Qinna)

Everything was him, whether his eyes were closed or open.

This was, the great success of visualization.

"Finally crossed the threshold of focusing on one thing, the visualization method has initially achieved great success. After that, I only need to visualize the other parts of the thirty-six objects and slowly fill in the 'stick figure'. This Thirty-Six Objects Visualization Method will be completely perfected."

An Qisheng opened the curtains, looking at the steel city sparkling with lights under the night sky, and a faint sense of satisfaction rose in his heart.

Any leap forward comes from the accumulation of daily efforts.

He felt that his breakthrough to Huajin was already close at hand.