The next day.
The sun was shining bright.
In the training hall, Xiao Qian limped in, his face as pale as a ghost, breathless and clearly looking like he had just rolled in a mud pit of injury.
“Xiao Qian dares to come today…”
“Getting beaten up so badly yesterday, surely you’re not healed yet, right?”
“Oh, if it were the old Xiao Qian, he could knock Wang Hu’s teeth out with a single hand. What’s happened to him?”
“If he keeps this up for another six months, he might get kicked out of the Qingyuan Sect.”
A few disciples whispered amongst themselves, their tones a mix of concern and pity.
As they saw Wang Hu and his brother Wang Hao swagger into the hall, they immediately went silent.
“You useless piece of trash, daring to show up again today?”
“Nice, I love a good hard-nut who doesn’t shed tears until they see the coffin.”
Wang Hu chuckled with delight, cracking his knuckles.
BANG—
Xiao Qian pushed through his pain and practiced his punches one by one, ignoring the taunts.
Ke Mo, didn’t come today?
Looks like he took my advice.
Ah, what a shame, I have reasons I can’t not be here.
In six months, if he didn’t improve, he would be out of Qingyuan for good.
His vitality was waning again and again; he could only pin his hopes on his fist technique.
“Senior Brother Xiao, you’re hurt?”
Hearing the voice, Xiao Qian turned his head.
He blinked.
“Ke Mo?”
Everyone froze in surprise.
Did he really dare to come?
Yesterday, Wang Hu openly declared that if Ke Mo showed up again, he’d face some ‘sparring.’
Wang Hu had been practicing martial arts for ages.
Ke Mo had talent for sure, being a true disciple, but he was still a novice with no martial arts foundation yet.
Could he really feel confident showing up and risking embarrassment against an outer disciple?
But if he got beaten up badly, that would be even worse!
“Well, well, looks like you think I’m afraid to ask a true disciple for guidance.”
Wang Hu narrowed his eyes, now targeting Ke Mo, his aura turning dangerous.
With Xiao Qian, he was just teasing.
With Ke Mo, though, the hatred was palpable.
He glanced up, eyeing his cousin.
“Don’t do anything against the rules.” Wang Hao said blandly.
“Rules? That’s just self-imposed.” Wang Hu grinned, meaning he could do whatever he pleased within the ‘rules.’
He Hongfeng frowned. Couldn’t Wang Hu keep it cool for once?
Didn’t these brothers realize how terrifying Elder Shang Wu could be?
But if they weren’t breaking any rules, he couldn’t say much.
“Stop loitering around. Get practicing!”
The outer disciples began their punching drills, while Wang Hao taught the visitors the Six Harmony Fist.
From his movements, it looked like he had a few years of experience with it.
But everyone in the hall was distracted, their thoughts wandering.
There might be a fight soon!
“You shouldn’t have come.”
Xiao Qian’s face turned serious, brows knitted tightly together.
“But you showed up too after getting beaten yesterday,” Ke Mo said casually with a chuckle.
Xiao Qian sighed, “I have my own reasons for being here…”
“I have mine too.”
“Huh?”
Xiao Qian blinked, momentarily left speechless.
True enough, although Ke Mo had just started martial arts recently, it was clear he was more laid back—unlike those who had to prove themselves to save face.
“Senior Brother Xiao, take this as a token of gratitude for yesterday’s guidance,” Ke Mo said, pulling out a jade box and handing it over.
“The Six Harmony Fist isn’t anything too divine… huh?!”
As Xiao Qian spoke, he opened the box only partially before his pupils dilated.
He recognized what was inside.
Xuanjing!
“Don’t shout; just keep it between us.”
Ke Mo made a shushing gesture with his finger over his lips.
“Ke Mo, I can’t accept this!”
“Plus, a treasure like this is bound to be effective for any martial arts, you should keep it for yourself!”
Xiao Qian quickly shut the box, lowering his voice.
“I have a special physique; I can’t use it.”
Ke Mo’s smile turned sincere.
He had just caught the glimmer of desire in Xiao Qian’s eyes, even as he held back.
Not only did he refuse, but he was also worried Xiao Qian didn’t understand the value of Xuanjing and felt compelled to inform him.
Old Xiao is someone you can work with.
“That doesn’t work; this is far too costly,” Xiao Qian insisted firmly.
“If you feel guilty about accepting it, then consider it a loan; repay it when you have the chance.”
“As my first friend after joining, if you refuse me again, you’ll lose face!”
Ke Mo practically slapped the box into Xiao Qian’s hands.
“Friend…”
Xiao Qian stood there, stunned, clutching the box.
Back when he was at Qingyuan Sect, he had friends, but those were from when his talent was still shining bright.
Once he lost that luster and moved from the inner sect to the outer, those so-called friends didn’t even bother to offer a helping hand.
Yet here was Ke Mo, someone who had only practiced with him for a day.
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This Xuanjing might change his fate!
In that moment, the jade pendant on his chest reacted strongly.
“Take it, Senior Brother Xiao; you need it,” Li Mo urged again.
After struggling for a moment.
“Today’s kindness, I won’t forget in my life.”
Xiao Qian didn’t ramble on with thanks or ask why Li Mo believed he’d have the capacity to reciprocate in the future.
He simply nodded, a determined glint in his eye as he cupped his fist in gratitude.
A moment of understanding passed between them.
“When I need your help later, I’ll expect it, no holding back,” Li Mo clapped Xiao Qian on the back.
Looking at this brother’s eyes, it seemed he’d risk his life without a second thought in the future.
Purple destiny, indeed.
Even his cheap master was of purple destiny, and now was Qingyuan Sect’s youngest elder.
This was a threefold win.
Not only would he gain a future powerful ally, but he’d also get feedback from the system.
Two wins for him; it felt like an ice chunk feasting on peppercorns, downright blissful.
“They say that having more friends opens more paths.”
“If I keep investing like this, once they grow up, I’d be the most impressive person in Da Yu!”
Li Mo couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild, picturing classic scenes in his mind.
Qingyuan Sect’s true disciples returning home only to find their fathers living in dog houses.
With a single order, a hundred thousand strong would rush in…
Please remember to support me, Li, I’ll have powerful face fruit to share!
The vision was too beautiful.
Oh right, there’s rewards too.
Xiao Qian wanted to continue training with Li Mo in the Six Harmony Fist, but Little Li shook his head and politely declined, opting to sit off to the side.
Sipping tea, he checked on his investment feedback.
[Congratulations Host, investment received: One Xuanjing.]
[Investment feedback: “Ultimate Martial Body.”]
[“Ultimate Martial Body” (Absolute Skill): “Using the sharp slaying aura of weapons, to refine your body and prove an indomitable physique; when practiced, all weapons will bend to your will, enhancing your physical prowess to unmatched levels!”]
The entirety of the martial skills flooded into Li Mo’s mind, and he instantly memorized them all.
He closed his eyes, seriously absorbing the new knowledge.
This was a horizontal training style!
Plus, it enhanced the wielding of weapons!
“This martial art requires you to sharpen yourself through the killing aura of weapons.”
Li Mo pondered.
“Ultimate Martial Body,” just hearing the name reeked of bloodshed and violence.
This was definitely not some evil practice; rather, it was extremely pure and intricately refined!
Dangerous, yet the rewards far outweighed the risks!
Li Mo decided… to train!
In the world of martial arts, how could one avoid getting hurt?
No matter how good the armor, it couldn’t surpass the power of the self.
For his own safety, he had to master this.
“Is there anywhere in the sect where the aura of sharp weapon killing is intense?”
Before he realized, the training hall had ceased instruction on the fist technique.
Free practice time.
Which meant they could freely spar!
“Li Zhenchuang, you don’t have any women to protect you today, do you?”
Wang Hu grinned menacingly, his fists cracking ominously.
His eyes glimmered with enough hate to almost consume the young man right before him.
He Hongfeng sensed something was off.
He wanted to stand up to intervene but was pressed back down by Wang Hao’s hand.
“Brother Wang, if something actually happens, neither of us can bear the consequences,” He Hongfeng cautioned in a low voice.
Wang Hao squinted, a cold smile on his lips. “Don’t worry; my cousin knows his limits. Besides, he’s just in the Qi bl**d realm; there’s no way he can cause a big uproar under our noses.”
“Within the rules, you better leave things be.”
“Well then.”
He Hongfeng hesitated for a moment, but thinking it over, he nodded.
His internal energy reached the Great Zhou Tian realm; if he just paid a little attention, Qi bl**d realm disciples wouldn’t be able to stir up any real trouble under his watch.
“Wang Hu!”
Xiao Qian stepped forward as if propelling himself to meet Wang Hu head-on.
But someone was faster than him.
Xiao Qian barely heard the rushing wind by his ear.
Wang Hu only saw a dark shadow rapidly enlarging in his vision.
It was a fist!
BANG—
All the outer disciples present barely registered what was happening.
By the time they focused again, they heard a dull thud.
Wang Hu staggered back, ultimately crashing down on his rear.
His expression was still in shock, completely unprepared for what had just transpired.
He opened his mouth to speak but could not; a sharp pain in his ribs left him breathless.
It felt as if his bones had cracked.
“You’re too weak; it’s pointless sparring with you.”
Li Mo said coolly, a faint smile upon his face.
Beside him, Xiao Qian was speechless.
The Six Harmony Fist?
This, this isn’t right; Li Mo just learned the fist techniques yesterday!
And he only just started practicing martial arts, how could he pack such a punch?
