“Die? So sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not done with life yet,” answered Ye Qing with a shrug. A moment before Grandpa’s tree branches would skewer him, he channeled his true qi and swung his sleeves around like he was drawing a circle.1

“Flowing Cloud, Flying Sleeve”0

According to the Tao Te Ching, water was the softest and weakest thing in the world, but it could never be defeated by strong, firm things such as a punch for no amount of punches was going to change its form. Through this, it was understood that the soft could overcome the hard, and the weak the strong. 1

As far as his previous world was concerned, no one was able to carry it out in practice both physically or philosophically—but Ye Qing wasn’t in his old world anymore. “Flowing Cloud, Flying Sleeve” was a martial art that could be hard or soft depending on the circumstances, and when it became as soft as water, there was no attack in the world it could not defend against.1

As Ye Qing swung his sleeves round and round, the surrounding air grew thicker and thicker until Grandpa Tree felt as if he was wading through water. The closer the falling branches got to Ye Qing, the slower they became until finally, their momentum was completely spent. The second it happened, Ye Qing sucked in a deep breath and let out a powerful croak from his abdomen. Then, he hardened his sleeves into steel and threw his arms down like he was throwing a giant stele.2

Grandpa Tree...0