Chasing after her husband? Is it even possible to win him back?

"A surprise attack?"

Chu Xunfeng sat cross-legged on the ground, his left hand loosely clenched, and his right palm placed behind his left hand.

“Yes, a counterattack.” Chu Xunfeng breathed a sigh of relief. “This is the only move I’ve made that involves retreating, and it’s also a trump card.”

Let go, rather than kill.

Although both are moves that will determine the winner, the original meaning of "撒手銏" (sǎshǒu jiàn) is to throw out the weapon held in both hands, which is a life-or-death gamble.

The intent to conquer without equal is never to retreat, but to turn back is to fight for a further advance, and to release one's intent for a moment is only for a desperate strike that can unleash a torrent of energy.

Ao Hanli stared at the young man who stood up from the ground and resumed his stance to practice his moves.

She dared not even imagine how famous she could become in the three regions of the Nine Provinces with her dragon aura, the aura of a soldier cultivator, and that fierce intent, if combined with the intent of blood and body cultivation.

Moreover, the Dragon Girl hadn't forgotten that this person was a martial arts expert; even after he unleashed his trump card, he could still use his fists, legs, and whips...

"I'm not watching anymore!" Ao Hanli suddenly stood up and stormed towards the entrance of Xiaozhu.

Chu Xunfeng silently stopped what he was doing, looking at the dragon princess whose emotions seemed to have come out of nowhere, completely bewildered.

"I'm going back to cultivate. I'll wait for you for a month. After a month, I'll come find you, and we'll have a match on the training ground." Ao Hanli pushed open the door and left.

Chu Xunfeng was left standing there, staring at the open door, speechless.

Even after racking his brains, he still couldn't figure out how the dragon girl's thought process had gone from idly watching him practice to inexplicably becoming angry and embarrassed.

However, Chu Xunfeng didn't mind.

With that light bulb no longer watching, Chu Xunfeng was finally able to communicate with the system. "System, are you sure that when the store opens, there will be cultivation techniques at the Three Profound Realms, or even the Life and Death Realms?"

[Confirmed. During the True Dragon Inheritance process, a large amount of energy that the user cannot receive will be released. If the user can leap over the Dragon Gate and obtain the True Dragon Inheritance, this system can borrow that energy for a short period of time to deduce and scan many military manuals, supernatural powers and cultivation techniques, visualization methods and ultimate skills that the host needs.]

Military classics are the cultivation tradition of military practitioners, while supernatural powers and techniques are the skills of physical practitioners.

So, the visualization methods and special skills that I've never heard of before must be from Dharma practice?

Dharma cultivation...

Chu Xunfeng glanced down at the military manual in his hand and let out a soft sigh.

I wonder what kind of world the art of Dharma cultivation is.

There are only three months left until spring.

Once spring arrives, the strange phenomenon at Longmen will appear.

Chapter Sixty, First Signs Emerge

The jet-black spear shimmered with a pale purple glow under the rare winter sunlight. The handsome young man, shirtless, stared into the air with eyes as sharp as lightning.

This is like training an army.

The so-called training of soldiers means immersing one's mind in the weapons. Chu Xunfeng did not have a traditional military training teacher, but he had more than a dozen military classics for reference and summarization, as well as a system to help with analysis.

Using the simplest method, maintain a state of combat readiness, holding your weapon, confronting the air, raising your will, and adapting the weapon to your state. At the same time, the wielder is also sensing the state of every inch and detail of the weapon in their hand.

This is already very close to the visualization method of Dharma practice. To put it bluntly, visualization is the creation of illusions, only a very profound one.

The young man held a gun, and with each breath, scorching white mist gushed from his mouth and nose, even shooting straight to the ground. As the mist spread out, Chu Xunfeng's arm moved like lightning, extending the two-handed spear. The spears suddenly bent slightly under the force, their tips drawing a subtle arc in the air before shooting straight out.

Chu Xunfeng took a deep breath as if swallowing a whale, and slowly withdrew from his stance.

The young man slammed his spear to the ground, exhaled softly, and said, "The training of soldiers is complete."

Chu Xunfeng had been playing with this black gold spear for nearly twenty days, and by then he had finally completed the process of learning to recruit and train soldiers. The energy flowed through the entire spear shaft, and the cultivator holding it in his hand could now perfectly aim and hit wherever he wanted.

For a heavy and tough spear, aiming precisely is an extremely difficult task. For an ordinary person, even shaking the spear is extremely difficult, let alone judging the point of impact of the spearhead at any time and place during combat.

Guns are not as precious as knives, but they are not weapons that can be used to stab and poke indiscriminately. The tip of a gun can become dull, and it may even break.

Stephen Chow once said that a gun without a muzzle can still kill someone, which is true, but with a muzzle, it definitely requires eight-tenths less effort.

Weapons should be sharp, and weapons used by weapon enthusiasts should be well maintained.

Chu Xunfeng released the black gold spear whose butt had pierced the ground, turned around and went back into the house to wipe his body and change his clothes.

Just as Chu Xunfeng had put on his clothes, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

The familiar rhythm told Chu Xunfeng who it was.

"Wait a minute!" Chu Xunfeng shouted at the gate of the courtyard.

A toothless voice came from outside the door, "Okay."

A moment later, Chu Xunfeng, now dressed in a simple blue robe, opened the gate to the courtyard. The boy with the missing tooth crouched down and slipped into the courtyard. The rabbit-headed boy placed the food box on the table and sighed, "Young master, here's lunch for today."

"Hmm." Chu Xunfeng patted the bunny boy on the shoulder. "Oh, by the way, just a reminder, you don't need to bring me lunch or dinner tomorrow."

"You don't need it anymore?" Missing Tooth paused for a moment, then quickly realized what he meant and nodded. "I understand."

"What's wrong?" Although Missing Tooth reacted quickly, Chu Xunfeng still noticed. "Do you need this meal?"

"I picked up a troublesome guy a while ago; he has a huge appetite." Miss Tooth scratched his head, not trying to hide anything.

Chu Xunfeng looked at the man with the missing tooth and a shy smile, and thought for a moment, then said, "Wait for me a moment."

The young man returned to the house and came out a short while later carrying a small cloth bag. Chu Xunfeng placed the bag on the table and said, "Take this money. I only paid you for a little over a month before, so I'm making up for this month's payment now."

The man with the missing tooth smacked his lips and asked, "Young Master Chu, how much money is in this bag?"

"Not much, ten taels of silver, five taels a month, a little less than the previous eight taels a month." Chu Xunfeng opened the food box and began to eat.

Upon hearing the price, Queya knew he could afford it. He chuckled, pulled over the cloth bag, carefully weighed it, and quickly stuffed it into his pocket. "Thank you, young master."

“You deserve it.” Chu Xunfeng nodded.

It was indeed what Queya deserved. The relationship between Chu Xunfeng and Queya was a friendship that slowly grew from their transactions. Although Queya's life was a bit tough, he didn't live a lowly life. Chu Xunfeng didn't have that kind of excessive sympathy and tried to give him more money.

There's no need. The rabbit demon boy's life has already improved considerably. He doesn't lack those few taels of silver. What Miss Tooth values ​​more is his equal employment relationship with Chu Xunfeng.

"How is the situation with the demon race lately?"

“It seems a bit restless.” When Chu Xunfeng asked, Queya sat down at the stone table. Chu Xunfeng rarely asked many questions, but once he did, it was not something that could be answered in a few words. “I don’t have much contact with him, but my friend in the city guard has recently been put on extra shifts.”

"Hmm." Chu Xunfeng paused, his chopsticks still. "What are you on guard against?"

Queya hesitated for a moment, and seeing Chu Xunfeng's questioning gaze, he spoke with a hint of helplessness, "Beware of humans. Recently, there have been quite a few more humans in the imperial city. You can often see lone human cultivators in the Denglong Pavilion."

"Going it alone?" Chu Xunfeng frowned. He thought for a moment and suppressed the urge to ask Miss Tooth to do something for him.

Missing Tooth has little fighting ability and is just a nobody. The waters here are too deep. If Missing Tooth were to step in, he might get swallowed by some big fish.

“Yes, and the North District has been quite lively lately, with frequent reports of conflicts.” Missing Tooth pondered, “They’re all trivial matters, conflicts between demons, between humans, and between demons and humans.”

"..."

Spring is still a month and a half away, but the seeds of it are already sown.

Chu Xunfeng pondered for a moment, then said, "Okay, I understand."

"Hmm." Upon hearing this, Queya probably knew that Chu Xunfeng wouldn't ask any more questions.

Half of the food was finished, leaving the other half untouched. Chu Xunfeng watched the rabbit-headed boy tidying up the food box and suddenly said, "Missing teeth, be careful these days. Don't go out to do business unless it's something serious."

The rabbit-eared boy paused, then turned to look at Chu Xunfeng, "Young Master?"

"Remember what I said. There are undercurrents within the demon race right now. If I'm not mistaken, there should be a lot of conflict between the human and demon races."

"Probably?" Missing Tooth pressed the food box on the stone table, staring intently at the human youth.

"You shouldn't know the specifics, but the demon race might be in trouble. There are already signs of this, and in another month, these small conflicts might suddenly escalate into a full-blown fight."

"Let me be frank, I consider you a friend, as you and I both know. Small people have their own way of living, so don't pry into anything. Just stay quietly at home during this time. You don't need to come to my place. If your family is short of money, I'll lend you some more. Let your family get through this winter."

Looking at Chu Xunfeng's solemn expression, Queya pondered for a moment before finally letting out a long sigh. "Alright, I'll listen to you, young master. Please lend me another thirty taels of silver; I need to buy some things."

"it is good."

Chu Xunfeng went back into the house to get some silver and handed it to Queya, saying, "This is a loan. Remember to pay it back slowly after spring."

"Of course." Missing Tooth carried a food box in one hand and waved a cloth bag in the other, revealing a smile. "I can't owe anyone else, not you, young master."

"Okay, go ahead." Chu Xunfeng smiled gently as he watched the man with missing teeth push open the door and leave.

A thousand-mile dike can be breached by an ant hole; small disturbances and conflicts can eventually escalate into racial hatred... as Kang's forces have already begun to move.

Fortunately, the training and tactics for soldiers have also yielded positive results.

It's time to go find Ao Hanli.

Chapter 61, Family Members with Missing Teeth

Braving the cold wind, Queya walked through the streets and alleys, leaving the densely packed southern district and heading towards his home in the northern district.

The rabbit demon was calculating the supplies needed to survive the winter at home, and carefully planning how to spend the money she had borrowed from Chu Xunfeng so that she could get through the winter comfortably.

The boy, whose mother has poor eyesight and can't see clearly, and whose younger brother is still young, has always been the one taking care of the household chores.

As the boy approached his small, low house, he heard a clear bark, "Awooo!"

The boy with the missing tooth raised his head and looked towards his front door.

On the threshold, a small beast with fleshy wings on its back squatted, its large, dark eyes fixed on Toothless, who was gradually approaching from the street.