“Six Harmony Fists, emphasizing the power that connects everything under heaven, and intent that reaches all directions.”
“Strength rises from the ground; once mastered, your eyes and hands will follow.”
Xiao Qian practiced his punches meticulously, while simultaneously explaining the principles of martial arts. You could say he was making it simple yet profound.
Li Mo, observing on the side, couldn’t help but feel a bit curious. His senior brother was pretty good at Six Harmony Fists; definitely not at the level of an outer disciple.
Before long, Li Mo absorbed the gist of it.
“What’s your name, senior brother?”
“Xiao Qian.”
At that, Xiao Qian paused his movements.
Xiao?
Li Mo’s mind wandered. That surname was putting some extraordinary vibes on his face. He couldn’t help but activate his ‘Heavenly Destiny’ sight to scrutinize the guy.
【Name: Xiao Qian】
【Age: 18】
【Bone Structure: None.】
【Realm: Just entered the bl**d Energy Realm.】
【Heavenly Destiny: Purple】
【Evaluation: Though his bone structure is ordinary, his comprehension is exceptional, and his character is resilient. A rough stone hiding a beautiful jade—he’ll definitely achieve great things in the future.】
【Recent Encounter: Holds an ancient treasure—The Seven Star Jade. This treasure is ancient and requires a lot of bl**d energy to activate, causing Xiao Qian’s realm to drop dramatically.】
……
After reading that, Li Mo was stunned for a moment.
Senior Brother Xiao Qian was actually of Purple Destiny!
He seriously hadn’t seen that coming. After all, the guy was an outer disciple and didn’t seem particularly special. If it wasn’t for those impressive fists and his unusual surname, he might have missed it entirely.
Alright, from now on, he’d just search for investment opportunities based on surnames. Catch all the Xiaos and Yes first!
This also hinted at something. A great destiny didn’t guarantee an easy life; one could encounter all sorts of setbacks and dangers. If one relied on their own efforts to overcome them, their destiny might strengthen. But if they couldn’t surmount their challenges, their destiny could diminish or even vanish.
While Li Mo was lost in thought, Xiao Qian suddenly furrowed his brows and glanced at Wang Hu not far off.
“Li Mo, if you have a conflict with Wang Hu, you should leave early.”
“Oh? What’s that about?” Li Mo was puzzled.
“There’s a rule in the Sect’s Martial Hall.”
“Disciples can challenge each other, and the one challenged cannot refuse.”
Xiao Qian’s expression wasn’t great.
“What kind of rule is that? Aren’t you afraid of injuring someone?”
Li Mo raised an eyebrow. Did that mean Wang Hu was going to deliberately seek him out for a spar?
“With Senior Brother He watching, there shouldn’t be any serious repercussions. It’s just light injuries and a bit of suffering at best,” Xiao Qian shook his head and sighed.
By his tone, it seemed he had suffered from this kind of loss before.
Li Mo pondered that. With such a rule, it wasn’t entirely unreasonable. The Sect didn’t need a bunch of paper-tigers as disciples. Instead of sending them out to the outer sect to potentially get hurt or worse, why not let their own team get some ‘preparatory training’ first?
Encouraging combat made sense as long as it didn’t end in serious injury or d*ath.
“Well, if you want to learn the fists, you can come to me tomorrow. For now, go back.”
“Nah, what’s there to be scared of?”
Li Mo maintained a look of playful amusement, seemingly unfazed by the warning.
Xiao Qian frowned. Did his junior brother think he was such a hotshot that Wang Hu wouldn’t dare to put a finger on him?
Just then.
Not far away.
“You, come here, and let’s spar.”
Wang Hu, rubbing his fists, pushed an outer disciple forward.
That outer disciple gritted his teeth and braced for battle.
However, it was only his first day learning to fight, and he barely managed to grasp the basics. His punches weren’t that different from those of a wet noodle.
“Soft as a cloud, haven’t you eaten?” Wang Hu scoffed.
With a swift motion, he deflected the other’s punch, then kicked at their knee joint, knocking their unsteadily balanced stance to pieces.
Thud—
The outer disciple, unable to hold himself up, was sent crashing to the ground.
On the stage, He Hongfeng frowned.
Sparring is sparring, but if it’s just to win, you can use some skill. However, Wang Hu’s fighting style was clearly several levels beyond his opponent’s and looked like blatant humiliation.
But when he glanced at Wang Hao, he ultimately decided to keep his mouth shut.
“You…”
“Huh? Are you challenging me? Shall we continue?”
“Okay… okay, I give up…”
“You’re weak, practice more. Scram.”
Wang Hu cracked his neck, a chorus of pops echoing, then turned his head:
“Oh, I forgot we have a prestigious disciple here.”
“Come, come, let me see just how strong the so-called true disciples really are.”
He swaggered over, pushing aside a few outer disciples in his path.
Li Mo: “……”
He looked fierce, but he really didn’t feel even a hint of panic.
After all, he could literally apply his martial insights to Six Harmony Fists at any time.
How many years would it take?
Twenty years of sheer practice should keep anyone from dying, right?
Just then.
Whoosh—
A branch whistled through the air, chillingly fast.
Wang Hu’s expression changed instantly; without thinking, he scrambled to dodge.
But alas, he was still too slow, and the branch cut through his neck, gushing bl**d instantly!
What kind of branch was this? It looked more like a sharp sword!
Everyone swallowed hard, even from a distance, they could feel a chill run down their spines.
They all turned their gazes toward the entrance.
At the gate.
Ying Bing stood, her expression frosty, as if winter had descended. It was clear that the earlier sword strike had come from her hand.
Just a casual flick of a branch and Wang Hu was injured like that?
Li Mo: “!”
Where’d that sudden feeling of safety come from?
“She… she wants to k*ll me.”
Wang Hu’s face turned pale, his voice trembling.
Wang Hao was affected too, staring at that striking figure with a glimmer of possessiveness.
On the very first day, she had already perfected a top-tier sword technique?
High talent, quick comprehension, stunning looks, and a personality to boot.
Meanwhile, Wang Hu was still wailing about his misfortune.
He quickly turned to Ying Bing, asking indignantly:
“Ying Bing, how can you swing swords among peers like this?”
“You better give me a proper explanation.”
But he was ignored.
“What brings you here?” Li Mo inquired, somewhat surprised.
“Just passing by the Scripture Pavilion.”
Ying Bing’s delicate brows furrowed for a moment before relaxing, seeming to understand why Li Mo was in the Martial Hall.
“Have you unlocked your meridians?”
“Yup, unlike you, I also learned swordsmanship.”
Li Mo was curious and genuinely taken aback. The stroke she just used definitely wasn’t something a beginner could pull off. It couldn’t also just be from unlocking meridians; Ice Chunk must have opened up at least one major meridian.
Wow, red destiny was truly impressive!
She was basically catching up to his ‘powers’ at this rate.
“Let’s head back to Qiushui Pavilion.”
Ying Bing said lightly.
Without waiting for Li Mo to respond, she turned toward the exit.
“Okay.”
After glancing at the still-dazed Xiao Qian, Li Mo felt there was no need to rush. After all, the person wasn’t going anywhere; he could still invest later.
The two continued chatting casually, oblivious.
Not far away, Wang Hao’s face was dark as a storm cloud, nearly dripping water:
“Ying Bing, you nearly killed my cousin!”
“Even if you’re a true disciple, you can’t act without restraint like this.”
Ying Bing halted in her tracks.
It seemed the buzzing fly was getting a bit too annoying. She slightly turned her head, allowing her cold voice to fall like precious stones hitting the ground:
“I never k*ll ‘almost’.”
After saying that, she continued walking out the door.
Every outer disciple along her path dared not meet her eyes.
Li Mo: “!”
Yes! Now that’s the vibe!
“You…”
Wang Hao found himself speechless, his sullen expression flickering several times.
The other’s uncompromising words had somehow instilled a strange reverence in him.
“Brother He, are you just going to watch?”
“Ying Bing didn’t break any rules; your cousin was hollering like a champion. He clearly doesn’t look injured.”
“And besides, he himself said he wanted to challenge a true disciple, hasn’t he gotten what he wished?” He Hongfeng chuckled.
Was he an idiot?
Even if Ying Bing flattened the Martial Hall, he’d still be there to help pick up the pieces.
“Quit yelling already; the person is gone.” Wang Hao felt inexplicably bad, kicking Wang Hu’s backside.
Wang Hu finally reacted; it was just a nick on his neck.
It looked terrifying, but he was far from injured.
However, he had truly felt like d*ath had been on his tail just moments ago!
“Li Mo, you coward! Relying on women for protection!”
“If you dare come to the Martial Hall again, I’ll make you regret it! She can’t possibly guard you forever!”
Wang Hu roared angrily at the exit.
Suddenly, he realized Xiao Qian in the corner, shaking his head and chuckling.
“You dare laugh at me, you piece of trash? Weren’t you the one teaching Li Mo how to punch earlier?”
Wang Hu exploded.
“You think you’re so good at teaching? Come on, let me pick your brain too!”
Xiao Qian narrowed his eyes, bracing himself.
He wasn’t as lucky as Li Mo. He could only rely on himself.
