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Chapter 63 Yang Tai Chi, the Secret of Wudang

Ma Cong opened his eyes when the vehicle entered a temporarily cordoned-off area in the back of the mountain.

"This is fine," he said, pointing to a valley outside the window.

General Zhou looked in the direction he was pointing.

It was a wide valley surrounded by mountains on three sides, with only one side having an exit. In the center of the valley was a deep, emerald-green pool, and a stream meandered down from the mountain ravine, flowing into the pool and then flowing out on the other side, disappearing without a trace.

The entire valley is shrouded in mist and lush with vegetation, resembling a paradise on earth.

"What a great location!" General Zhou couldn't help but exclaim. "Easy to defend and difficult to attack, with a tranquil environment, it is indeed an excellent site."

"Master Ma, as you can see, this valley covers an area of ​​approximately a thousand acres. What are your initial plans? How many houses do you need to build? How large are the training grounds and laboratories? We need to inform the engineering corps so they can begin designing immediately." General Zhou took out his tablet, ready to take notes.

Ma Cong shook his head.

"No need for that."

He opened the car door, got out, and took a deep breath of the fresh air in the valley.

"One house is enough."

"One?" General Zhou was stunned. "How can one be enough? Your residence, the students' dormitories, the canteen, the classrooms, the laboratories..."

"They're all in one house," Ma Cong said calmly.

He walked to the center of the valley, looked around at the terrain, and a blueprint had already formed in his mind.

"What I want to build is neither a barracks nor a school."

"What I want is a 'tower'."

"A tower?" Now, even Chen Beixuan and Qin Zhenshan were confused.

"Yes, a tower." Ma Cong's eyes gleamed with wisdom. "A 'Tower of Babel' that blends traditional Chinese architectural style with modern technology."

"The ground floor of the tower is where ordinary visitors are received and screened, and it also serves as a window for showcasing Chinese martial arts culture."

"Up above is the training ground for junior disciples. Here, they build their foundation, strengthen their bodies, and learn the most basic principles of Chinese martial arts."

"Further up is the advanced training ground for senior disciples. Here, they begin to explore the core of internal martial arts and comprehend the mysteries of 'Jin' (internal energy)."

"Higher up is the place of enlightenment for the core successors. Only the most outstanding individuals are qualified to enter. Here, they will come into contact with the 'Divine Martial Scripture' that I created, as well as the secret of 'Martial Arts Leading to Divinity'."

"As for the top of the tower, that's my place."

Ma Cong's description left all three of them speechless.

They imagined a towering pagoda, reaching into the clouds, standing in this idyllic valley. Each floor represented a different level of martial arts mastery. The disciples, through their own efforts, would climb upwards, level by level, much like the ancient imperial examinations or the legendary ladder to heaven.

What a brilliant idea!

This is not just a building; it is an inspiration and a symbol in itself!

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" Chen Beixuan slapped his thigh excitedly. "Using 'climbing the tower' to symbolize the advancement of martial arts realm is more effective than any preaching! How high you can climb depends on your own ability! This perfectly embodies the true meaning of martial arts cultivation!"

Qin Zhenshan also looked longingly at him: "Living in the tower, looking at the higher places every day, who wouldn't be motivated? Who wouldn't cultivate diligently?"

General Zhou also saw the benefits of this design from both military and administrative perspectives.

"The structure is clear, the hierarchy is distinct, and it's easy to manage! Moreover, the vertical structure greatly saves land and facilitates security deployment!" He became more and more excited as he thought about it. "Master Ma, your idea is simply a stroke of genius!"

"This is just a preliminary concept," Ma Cong continued. "Inside the tower, I need state-of-the-art technology. For example, medical cabins that can monitor various physiological data of the human body in real time; training rooms that can simulate various extreme environments; a central computer capable of supercomputing simulations..."

"I want to perfectly combine the oldest traditional Chinese martial arts with the most cutting-edge technology here."

"I want to prove that martial arts are not metaphysics; they are a higher level of 'human science'!"

These words completely ignited General Zhou's fury.

"No problem! Absolutely no problem!" He patted his chest and assured them, "Just list your specific requirements, and even if you need a star from the sky, I'll find a way to get it for you! The National Academy of Sciences, the China Aerospace Science and Technology Corporation—all the top experts there—I can get them to be consultants!"

"Hmm." Ma Cong nodded, then looked at Chen Beixuan and Qin Zhenshan.

"Old Chen, Old Qin."

"Here!" The two of them instinctively stood up straight.

"I can't build this tower by myself. I need your help." Ma Cong's tone was very sincere. "I need you to compile all the knowledge you have learned in your life without reservation as the basic teaching material for 'Kunlun'. I also need you to use your connections in the martial arts world to help me find those truly talented and virtuous talents."

"I hope that the future 'Kunlun' will be a place where a hundred schools of thought contend and a vast ocean of ideas flows. Bajiquan, Xingyiquan, Baguaquan, and Taijiquan are just the beginning. I hope that one day, all the lost or nearly lost schools of Chinese martial arts can be revitalized here."

Upon hearing these words, Chen Beixuan and Qin Zhenshan, both over seventy years old, instantly had tears welling up in their eyes.

What did they live their whole lives for?

Isn't it all for the sake of preserving and promoting traditional Chinese martial arts?

They fought their whole lives, vying for orthodoxy and determining who was superior. In the end, however, they watched helplessly as traditional Chinese martial arts declined day by day.

But now, this young man is painting a future they never dared to dream of.

A "martial arts holy land" where all schools of Chinese martial arts set aside sectarianism and work together towards a common goal.

"Master Ma..." Chen Beixuan's voice choked with emotion, "From this day forward, I entrust my old life to you! Whatever you ask me to do, I will do! To witness this day arrive, I will die without regret!"

"I, Qin Zhenshan, am the same!" Qin Zhenshan bowed deeply to Ma Cong. "From this day forward, there is no more Wudang Qin Zhenshan, only 'Kunlun' Qin Zhenshan! I will serve you with my life, even at the cost of my life!"

Looking at the three excited people in front of him, Ma Cong felt a surge of pride.

A great era often begins with a crazy idea.

And today, his vision has taken its first root at the foot of Mount Qingcheng.

"Alright." Ma Cong nodded. "From today onwards, this place will be called 'Kunlun Holy Land'. The lineage I establish will be called 'Divine Martial'."

"Kunlun Holy Land, Divine Martial Lineage!"

General Zhou, Chen Beixuan, and Qin Zhenshan silently recited these eight words in their hearts, feeling an unprecedented sense of historical mission and pride welling up within them.

They knew they were witnessing and participating in a great undertaking that could change the course of history.

While they were planning their grand blueprint, no one noticed that several cars with ordinary civilian license plates quietly stopped at the entrance of the valley.

Several men with a fierce aura and sharp eyes got out of the car.

The leader was a man wearing a black trench coat and sunglasses. He glanced at the sentries in camouflage uniforms, armed to the teeth, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He took out a special instrument and scanned it in the direction of the valley. On the instrument, a red dot representing a powerful energy source was flashing wildly.

"Found it." The man whispered into his earpiece in fluent English, "The target is inside. Prepare for action, Plan A."