A girl, after all, marries out, so passing the Tiger Fist to her might easily allow this clan secret art to spread beyond the lineage.

“Qingshan, how do you plan to teach?” Teng Yunlong looked at Teng Qingshan. Everyone in the room watched him. At this moment, Teng Qingshan’s standing in everyone’s hearts had risen again. A genius who could create a set of boxing techniques capable of generating internal strength—what achievements would he have in the future? No one dared to speculate now. Regardless of anything else, in the history of the Teng Clan, Teng Qingshan would be the most brilliant name.

Teng Qingshan pondered for a moment before speaking, “Grandfather, I cannot possibly teach too many people simultaneously. I propose this: I will select the two or three dozen most outstanding clansmen. Starting tomorrow, during the morning practice session, they will accompany me to the western woods to learn the Tiger Fist!”

“Good, that is settled,” Teng Yunlong nodded and smiled. “If it weren’t for my old age, I would want to learn from you too.”

“Grandfather, your health is good; you can join the practice too. If you truly manage to cultivate internal strength, it could also extend your lifespan,” Teng Qingshan laughed.

“Haha, fine. I have nothing pressing anyway, I will join you in learning,” Teng Yunlong chuckled heartily.

“Qingshan, may I learn?” Teng Yonglei hesitated for a moment before anxiously inquiring.

Since losing his arm, Teng Yonglei appeared outwardly resilient, yet deep in his heart, the pain lingered.

“Of course, you can learn,” Teng Qingshan stated. In the history of his past world, there were indeed masters of the Tiger Form Fist who were one-armed. ... The Tiger Fist was designated as a secret clan technique.

From the very next day, thirty-two of the clan’s most excellent youths and children were selected. The oldest was the Clan Head, Teng Yunlong, and the youngest was the mere eight-year-old child, ‘Teng Qinghai.’ Even Teng Yongfan, Teng Yongxiang, and the one-armed Teng Yonglei all participated in receiving training.

Knowing the Tiger Fist could cultivate internal strength, every single person studied with extraordinary seriousness.

“Qingshan, what is going on with this breathing? Sometimes we inhale slowly and deeply, sometimes we hold our breath, and sometimes we are told to breathe shallowly, all while coordinating with the movements—it feels so awkward,” on the first day of learning the Tiger Fist, everyone felt awkward and uncomfortable. Teng Qinghu was the first to speak up.

“Listen to Qingshan, learn from Qingshan.” Teng Yunlong shot him a glare, which instantly silenced Teng Qinghu.

Teng Qingshan smiled, “Cousin, it feels awkward now, but once you master it, you will feel the comfort. When practicing the Tiger Form Fist to its later stages, one must feel as if they are a tiger, and this rhythm of breathing must be perfectly synchronized. Therefore, everyone must listen carefully now; not a single detail can be overlooked.”

In truth, in Xing Yi Quan (Form-Intention Boxing), the Form is secondary; the Intention is paramount. However, that standard was for a Xing Yi Grandmaster. Since the other clansmen were just beginning, they had to proceed step by step; not one detail could be taken lightly.

“For now, don’t expect to immediately resemble a tiger. We must take it step by step. These foundational movements, the stances and breathing, must be learned well. Only with a solid foundation can the Tiger Fist be truly mastered,” Teng Qingshan taught, guiding them hand-to-hand.

One day, two days, three days… half a month, a month…

Three months and eight days later.

In the woods west of Teng Family Village, a group of clansmen was practicing the Tiger Form Fist.

“My tendons and bones have been faintly numb even at night; the growth rate is accelerating. Now, I should have fully entered the physiological development phase,” Teng Qingshan thought to himself while watching the group practice, “It is now entirely possible to begin my Strongest Plan. However, Father and my Uncles have yet to manifest internal strength through their Tiger Form Fist. I must stay here and watch over them.”

Teng Qingshan had already entered the physiological development phase, the golden period of which typically lasted about three to four years. These three to four years were the most crucial time for physical development. Although the body would continue to grow taller later on, the speed would clearly not match these three or four years.

“For now, I will supervise my Uncles and the others, and I will temporarily engage in some simple training. Once things are progressing well enough, I will venture into the mountains alone to practice intensely,” Teng Qingshan decided. “Moreover, this world is different from my past life; the spiritual energy here is abundant. My Uncles and the others should be able to cultivate internal strength quite quickly.”

In Teng Qingshan’s view, cultivating internal strength through the Tiger Form Fist in his past modern society would take several years—it was an unthinkable prospect. However, in this current ancient setting, with the ample Heaven and Earth spiritual energy, the breathing and circulation techniques alone should suffice to refine internal strength.

“Haha, I’ve cultivated internal strength! I’ve done it!” A cry of ecstasy erupted from the crowd practicing the Tiger Fist.

Teng Qingshan turned his head immediately and saw Teng Qinghu jumping up in excitement, extremely thrilled.

“Qinghu, you’ve cultivated internal strength?” Everyone gathered around.

“Yes, I can feel it,” Teng Qinghu nodded repeatedly. “But I can’t use it yet.”

“You can’t use it? But Qingshan can use it, he even shattered a wooden stool from a distance,” Teng Yonglei pointed out.

Clan Head Teng Yunlong spoke, “I have heard that for those who have never cultivated internal strength, the meridians inside the body are usually blocked. Cultivating internal strength is said to be the process of opening these meridians. However, opening all the meridians in the body is supposedly an almost impossible feat.” Teng Yunlong, being knowledgeable, was aware of many matters.

Teng Qingshan walked over and added, “Cousin, don’t worry. Continue practicing like this, and your internal strength will eventually flow through both arms, allowing you to use it. Furthermore… internal strength will also strengthen your body while you practice. Your physical strength will become much greater then.”

The clansmen of Teng Family Village were completely ignorant of internal strength; they merely believed it to be miraculous.

“It can increase strength too?” The clansmen were greatly delighted.

“Yes, it can certainly increase strength. Now that Cousin has cultivated internal strength, as long as everyone works hard, they should be able to cultivate it too,” Teng Qingshan said. Though he said this, Teng Qingshan understood deep down that absorbing Heaven and Earth spiritual energy to cultivate internal strength was not something everyone could achieve. It depended on one’s aptitude. Although the chosen individuals were the best in the clan, perhaps only a portion of them would ultimately manage to manifest internal strength. However, Teng Qingshan chose not to mention this. ... Half a month later, the one-armed Teng Yonglei surprisingly became the second to cultivate internal strength. Teng Qingshan realized that although his uncle was missing an arm, he likely practiced day and night in secret at home. It was unsurprising that he was the second to succeed.

More than a month passed, and his father, Teng Yongfan, and the eight-year-old Teng Qinghai manifested internal strength one after the other. ... While the group of clansmen practiced the Tiger Fist, Teng Qingshan was inverted, balancing solely on the index finger of his right hand against the ground, practicing finger strength. Although Teng Qingshan was only ten years old now, he possessed a strength equivalent to a thousand jin. Most importantly, due to his young age and low body weight combined with his powerful finger strength, he could achieve this feat. A one-finger handstand was merely foundational work for him.

“Hoo.” Teng Qingshan landed and stood upright. The clansmen also ceased their practice.

“Grandfather, Father… Starting tomorrow, you can practice this Tiger Form Fist yourselves,” Teng Qingshan said.

“Very well. We know every stance and movement of the Tiger Fist. Qingshan, you should attend to your own matters,” Teng Yunlong smiled. “Watching you practice alongside us these past weeks, I realize… Qingshan, your strength is far greater than I had estimated.”

Teng Qingshan offered a humble smile, “Grandfather, Father, I feel that the clan environment is not suitable for me to research boxing techniques and training methods. I have decided that starting tomorrow, aside from leading the hunter teams into the mountains for game, I will spend all my daytime hours training intensely deep within the Great Yan Mountain. I will return in the evenings.”

“Intense training in the mountains during the day?” The clansmen murmured amongst themselves.

“Qingshan, tell me what tools you need for your training, and I will forge them for you,” Teng Yongfan offered. “Why must you go into the mountains?”

Teng Qingshan quickly explained, “The reason I go into the mountains this time is also to observe tigers closely so I can further refine my Tiger Fist. Perhaps I can create an even more formidable technique. As for training tools, of course, I need them. I will tell you what equipment I require when I return home later, Father.”

Having witnessed Teng Qingshan’s spear skills, Teng Yongfan was not worried about him facing danger in the Great Yan Mountain.

Teng Yunlong spoke up, “Enough, everyone stop debating. Li Jinfu from the Li Family Village stayed in the mountains for several years, and Qingshan returns every night; no one needs to stop him. Furthermore… the ferocious tigers, the bears, and the wolf packs in the mountains pose no threat to Qingshan.” Since the Clan Head had spoken, no one said another word. * The hunter team ventured into the mountains only once every two days. On this day, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

In the courtyard of Teng Qingshan’s home.

“Qingshan, be careful in the mountains,” Mother Yuan Lan urged with worry, simultaneously packing his satchel. Inside were the barrel and shaft of his refined iron spear, disassembled into two halves, along with a few training tools Teng Qingshan had requested.

“Don’t worry, Mother,” Teng Qingshan shouldered the package, patted the little head of his sister, Qingyu, standing nearby. “Qingyu, listen to Father and Mother while I’m gone.”

“I’m the most obedient, Brother,” Qingyu replied crisply.

Teng Qingshan looked at his parents, took a deep breath, and flashed a slight, wide smile. “Father, Mother, I’m heading into the mountains now.”

“There are many fierce beasts and venomous snakes in the mountains; be cautious,” Teng Yongfan finally spoke.

“Mm.” Teng Qingshan nodded, then hesitated no longer, walking directly out of the courtyard and leaving Teng Family Village.

The world was utterly silent. Teng Qingshan stood at the foot of the mountain, taking a deep breath. The chill of the early morning made his head feel much clearer.

“Finally, finally… the Strongest Plan begins,” Teng Qingshan felt his blood boiling. He had prepared for this day for far too long. Once human potential is excessively squeezed, future achievements will be significantly lower. Yet, during his childhood, Teng Qingshan had never forced his body’s potential. It had always been a process of nurturing health, strengthening the essence blood and physique, and enhancing vitality.

“The physiological development phase is the period when a person experiences the fastest height increase in their life, the most vigorous growth of bones, muscles, and internal organs, and the best window for developing potential. It is also the most dangerous phase,” Teng Qingshan understood this point perfectly. In the adolescent development phase, adding ten centimeters to one's height is quite easy. However, once the skeletal structure has fully formed, gaining another ten centimeters becomes thousands of times harder. But if one pushes the body too hard during the physiological development stage, it will lead to irreparable regrets.

“Fortune favors the bold, and with my Grandmaster realm mastery, I can control my tendons, bones, and muscles to adjust at any moment. The physiological development phase is the golden stage for unlocking potential; miss it, and it will never return,” Teng Qingshan looked up at the tall mountain. “Having a massive reserve of internal energy within my body to fuel the rapid consumption required by bone and muscle growth during bodily enhancement. Moreover, utilizing my internal martial arts Grandmaster level control to make minute adjustments based on the actual situation. Combined, I wonder what level my body can reach!”

In the history of his past life. No internal martial arts Grandmaster had ever been fortunate enough to exist in an era filled with abundant Heaven and Earth spiritual energy. Nor had any internal martial arts Grandmaster possessed consciousness since infancy, beginning the conscious strengthening of their body.

Over these many years, it could be said that Teng Qingshan had not taken a single wrong turn; his body was a benchmark for the limits of the human form.

“When the Strongest Plan succeeds, I will know just how powerful my body truly is,” Teng Qingshan eagerly anticipated the self he would be in several years.

“Let’s begin!”

With his package on his back, Teng Qingshan stepped into the Great Yan Mountain, commencing his Strongest Plan.