The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 19 The Stirring Water Tank

The next morning, Hong Yuanfang walked out of his room and saw Yang Erhu dressed neatly, closing the doors and windows, and entering the training ground in the courtyard.

"teacher!"

Hong Yuan stepped forward to greet him, then frowned and glanced at Yang Erhu's right arm. "Are you injured?"

Improving one's physical constitution involves a comprehensive improvement in strength, speed, reaction time, and the strength of one's bones and muscles, and naturally includes the sense of smell.

Hong Yuan twitched his nose and caught a faint smell of blood on Yang Erhu.

Yang Erhu patted his right arm with his left hand and smiled: "I slipped and fell when I got up, and scraped my arm a little. It's nothing serious. Sigh! I'm getting old after all, not as young as I used to be."

"Teacher, you are strong and healthy, and few young people can compare to you."

Hong Yuan laughed, but his mind drifted back to Yang Erhu's room last night. The door had rattled twice, with a considerable interval between each knock—once when Yang Erhu went out and once when he returned.

At the time, Hong Yuan was focused on practicing meditation and didn't pay much attention. Now that he thinks about it, was he going to find someone to fight... or was he going to seek revenge?
However, judging from Yang Erhu's steady gait and his usual vigorous appearance, it must have been a minor injury, and he shouldn't have suffered any real loss.

Since Yang Erhu was unwilling to say more, Hong Yuan did not press him further.

Nothing unusual happened that day. All eighteen students and nominal disciples of the martial arts school were present. The three who hadn't arrived yesterday had already heard about yesterday's events from the other students before Hong Yuan even reached the training ground in the front yard.

Knowing that the master of the martial arts school had taken on a personal disciple, and that disciple, Senior Brother Hong Yuan, had immediately crushed the three most outstanding students of the school, Meng Yue and his two companions, upon arrival, they were dumbfounded and secretly lamented that they hadn't come yesterday and missed such a good show.

The deterrent effect hadn't subsided in the short term, but no new troublemakers emerged. Hong Yuan surveyed the entire area, corrected some apprentices' mistakes, gave them a few words of reprimand, and then found a corner to train alone.

The next few days were uneventful.

Hong Yuan's life was very regular. Apart from spending some time instructing the martial arts school's apprentices, he spent almost every day at noon practicing standing meditation, guiding exercises, and strengthening his body with the Rock-Stone Skill. In the afternoon, he would practice the Seven Slashes of Bolang, the Tiger-Taming Fist, and breathing techniques.

In the evening, they would practice meditation techniques.

During this time, Meng Yue would occasionally come to ask the instructor for martial arts tips, his attitude was very respectful.

In fact, Meng Yue was anxious.

He was really in a hurry.

Because Hong Yuan's life is too simple, it seems that he has never left the martial arts school in the past few days. If he doesn't go out, how can he fight?

Should we send Yan Laosan's men to storm the martial arts school?
Unless Yan Laosan is out of his mind, he would do that. If he forced his way in, it wouldn't just be about killing one person, but about massacring the martial arts school.

How much would Yan Laosan have to pay to accomplish this? He'd probably have to sacrifice most of his men.

Moreover, this was not in Meng Yue's best interest at all. He wanted to kill Hong Yuan in order to eliminate this obstacle so that he could become Yang Erhu's disciple and obtain the 'Tiger Roar Breathing Technique'.

If the martial arts school is massacred, then everything will fall apart.

Meng Yue was so anxious that he had blisters in his mouth, and the men that Yan Laosan had sent out were also at a loss.

Yan Laosan was indeed a man of his word. Even though he was attacked that night, he still sent people to find out about 'Hong Yuan' the next day.

Yan Laosan's men did not personally go out to keep watch; as local bullies in the county, they had better ways of doing things.

The idlers and hooligans wandering around the county town, the traveling peddlers shouting along the streets, and the peddlers were all their best informants.

These people routinely walked back and forth outside the Yang Family Martial Arts School every day without arousing anyone's suspicion. Finally, by summarizing all the information gathered, the target's daily activities could be determined.

With this information, Yan Laosan's men could arrange for their men to ambush the target in places he frequently traveled. When the target arrived, they would first blind him with lime, then throw fishing nets, flying stones, mud, excrement, and urine at him. Then, they would surround him and attack him with knives. No matter how skilled Hong Yuan was, he would fall into their hands.

The idea was wonderful, but the other party didn't follow the rules! Yan Laosan's strategist was a scholar who had repeatedly failed the imperial examinations. He had joined Yan Laosan's ranks before the imperial court abolished the examinations and had earned the nickname "Poisonous Scholar" over the years.

This ruthless scholar was nearly sixty years old, with a goatee and a smiling face that gave him a somewhat amiable appearance. He found Meng Yue and went straight to the point: "If that kid surnamed Hong doesn't leave the martial arts school, we have no way to make a move. You have to think of a way to lure him out."

"Alright!" Meng Yue had no other good ideas, so he gritted his teeth and nodded: "I'll do this, but that guy surnamed Hong is really skilled, so you'll need to arrange enough manpower."

"Third Master has been a powerful figure in this county for so many years, and many ignorant so-called martial arts masters have come to provoke him. In the end, what happened to them? Heh! What is a mere brat? You just lure him out, and leave the rest to us."

The old scholar unfolded his feather fan and waved it gently, a smile on his face and a relaxed tone.

When Meng Yue returned to the Yang Family Martial Arts School, before he even entered, he heard a commotion coming from the training ground.

He hurried inside and saw a group of apprentices gathered on the left side of the training ground, huddled together, all craning their necks to look inside.

There was a huge wooden barrel on the sandy ground in the middle of the field. Even with his tall and strong body curled up inside, it still felt spacious.

The wooden bucket was filled with water, creating ripples.

Meng Yue's gaze shifted, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, as he noticed Hong Yuan picking up a stone ball on the other side of the field and grabbing it with one hand.

Meng Yue also often used the stone balls in the martial arts school for training, so he knew their weight. The stone ball in Hong Yuan's hand weighed more than fifty catties.

But that's nothing. Meng Yue could also pick it up with one hand, but Hong Yuanping stretched out his arm and opened his palm. The stone ball was received by his palm without him swaying or shaking. It was as if the stone ball in his palm was just an egg. He walked slowly and relaxedly to the water bucket.

Meng Yue's face darkened, and he turned to pull one of his apprentices aside: "What is Senior Brother Hong doing?"

The apprentice laughed and said, "Senior Brother Hong said he created a technique to strengthen the body, and he's about to teach it to us."

"Oh? Senior Brother Hong is really amazing!" Meng Yue expressed his admiration at the right moment, his eyes fixed on the arena.

Then they saw Hong Yuan holding the stone ball with one hand and slowly tossing it into the bucket. With a "plop," it fell into the water. Just as a large splash was about to rise, Hong Yuan suddenly spread his hands out as if two sharp blades had pierced into the water.

Wow!

Hong Yuan stretched out his arms and slowly stirred the bucket, causing the water in the bucket to move with the force, turning into a whirlpool.

The crowd looked at each other, somewhat bewildered. Hong Yuan's stirring motion gradually quickened, and the vortex grew increasingly turbulent, suddenly resembling a powerful current in a vast ocean, bringing immense force.

Immediately afterwards, the stone ball, which had sunk into the bucket and weighed over fifty pounds, was also propelled by the force of the rapid spin and quickly fell into Hong Yuan's palm, where it began to spin.

At this moment, the stone ball, as Hong Yuan rotated it, seemed to become a rubber ball, spinning faster and faster with the flow of water. Suddenly, Hong Yuan swung his arms and lifted it upwards.

With a "plop," accompanied by a long splash of water, the stone ball was thrown up to a height of about ten feet.

As the crowd gasped in surprise, the stone ball, having exhausted its momentum, began to fall. Hong Yuan stirred the water, mitigating the impact, and then, with a flick of his wrists, tossed it back up.

As the stone ball hovered in the air, he suddenly exerted force with both arms, causing the water in the wooden bucket to tremble violently. Countless droplets of water splashed onto the surface, and the wooden bucket burst open with a loud crash, spilling the water in all directions.

next moment!
The stone ball fell straight down and crashed onto the sand, trembling violently, just like the hearts of the many apprentices present, pounding.

"Senior Brother Hong!"

"too strong!"

After a moment of silence, the apprentices suddenly burst into cheers. Only Meng Yue, with a slightly stiff smile on his face, clenched his fists: "This Hong Yuan absolutely cannot be allowed to live!"

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