Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

The next morning.

Martial arts training ground.

"Bajiquan moves like a drawn bow and explodes like thunder. It requires training multiple body parts such as the shoulders, elbows, hands, hips, knees, and feet to their limits, so that the power can flow in all directions."

Qi Zhimu stood in the center of the field, his aura restrained yet powerful, like a volcano that could erupt at any moment.

"This set of boxing techniques doesn't emphasize fancy moves; it's all about hard fighting and direct attacks. It doesn't involve parrying or blocking. If someone with a weak physique learns it, not only will it be difficult to inflict damage, but they'll also easily injure themselves."

"Your physical strength is far beyond that of ordinary people. If you learn this boxing technique, you will be able to kill Bu Liren, who has strong regenerative ability, with a single blow."

The three, Jingliu, stood in a row, their expressions solemn.

"Watch closely."

Qi Zhimu moved suddenly, covering several meters in an instant, and his right shoulder slammed heavily into a specially made alloy stake not far away.

clang!!!

The alloy pile, which could withstand the high-speed impact of the star raft without being damaged, was deeply dented by him and was scrapped on the spot.

The air currents rolled and blew, slightly messing up the three people's hair.

Even though they had all witnessed actual lethality on the battlefield, they still instinctively gasped when they saw this scene.

Even the Engineering Department doesn't dare to easily use these specially made alloy stakes to test the Cloud Cavalry's standard weapons... they're likely to suffer a setback.

Unexpectedly, they were killed with just one hit. If they had taken that blow, their bodies would probably have been torn to pieces on the spot.

"This move is called 'Close-quarters Strike,' but in later generations, to emphasize the power and momentum of the technique, it is more often called 'Iron Mountain Strike.'"

Qi Zhimu stopped his stance and continued to teach this martial art.

From that day on, the three women began their hellish Bajiquan training.

"The lower body must be as stable as a rock."

"Power should not be generated by brute force, but by the integrated force of the whole body."

Qi Zhimu wandered around the three of them, correcting their movements from time to time.

It must be said that they are all quite talented.

He was calm and composed, with an extremely stable lower body and powerful, deep, and heavy punches.

Mianxue possesses astonishing explosive power, and her attacks are imbued with a terrifying ruthlessness.

Mirror Flow has the best comprehension and progresses the fastest.

In just two months, the three of them had already begun to grasp the basics.

boom!

Jingliu delivered a powerful elbow strike to the heart, instantly snapping the wooden stake in front of him.

Yes, wooden stakes.

As beginners, they are far from being able to destroy special alloy stakes with their bare hands.

Once the foundation is solid, it's time for real-world practice and competition.

Time slipped away quietly amidst sweat and collisions, and in the blink of an eye, three months had passed.

"All three of you come at me together," Qi Zhimu said calmly to the three women, standing in the center of the arena.

The three exchanged a glance, then quickly spread out, forming a triangular shape around him.

Qinghan struck first, delivering a powerful punch straight to Qi Zhimu's abdomen.

At the same time, Mianxue lowered her body and attacked Qi Zhimu's lower body.

Jingliu, using the two as cover, unleashed a devastating palm strike.

The offensive covered multiple blind spots, sealing off all of Qi Zhimu's escape routes.

The offensive blocked all escape routes; if it were anyone else, even the Cloud Cavalry and Valiant Guards would inevitably be caught off guard and thrown into chaos.

Qi Zhimu nodded slightly, his steps shifting erratically to avoid Mianxue's attack. His left hand shot out with lightning speed, precisely grabbing Qinghan's wrist and pulling and pushing her along with it.

Qinghan felt a tremendous force coming from him, and involuntarily crashed into Mianxue.

At that moment, Jingliu's "Fierce Tiger Climbing the Mountain" technique was already above his head.

Instead of retreating, Qi Zhimu advanced, thrusting his right shoulder upwards.

A muffled thud.

Jingliu felt an unbearable force spread from his palm throughout his body, and he was sent flying backward.

He tumbled twice in the air, barely managing to adjust his landing posture, and staggered a few steps before finally releasing the remaining force.

She knew in her heart that in a life-or-death battle, this force might be many times stronger.

"Continue." Qi Zhimu beckoned.

The sparring in the training ground continued until the sun set.

The three women rushed forward countless times, but they were never able to break through Qi Zhimu's defensive stance.

Mianxue and Qinghan were so exhausted that they collapsed to the ground, too tired to even move a finger, panting heavily.

Wei Jingliu still had some strength left, and his eyes held a faint longing.

"Want to continue?" Qi Zhimu easily understood his disciple's thoughts, but did not comply with her wishes.

That's all.

"Master, the martial arts test officially begins tomorrow. I'd like to practice some more, is that alright?" Jingliu still wanted to persuade him.

"Okay, whatever you want."

Seeing her insistence, Qi Zhimu didn't say anything more.

Before Jingliu could even raise the corners of his mouth in a smile, he saw his master turn and leave.

Eh?

Shouldn't we practice with her a little longer?

It wasn't until he saw Mianxue and Qinghan helping each other up and following him that Jingliu realized the meaning of "whatever you want".

…meaning she should practice alone…

A deep sense of resentment flashed in Jing Liu's eyes.

Given the master's skill, the fact that he could spar with his partner all day without even breaking a sweat suggests that he was not tired.

He just didn't want to spar with her anymore...

It's okay, it's okay...

Watching his master and seniors disappear around the corner, Jingliu calmed himself down and turned his gaze to the special alloy stake not far away.

Before long, sounds different from those of the wooden stakes being struck rang out in the training ground.

Jingliu's already crimson eyes now looked somewhat eerie.

She seemed to be venting something through training, completely ignoring the pain from the recoil when her fists and elbows landed on the stakes.

Perhaps... those who face her in the martial arts examinations have a good chance of suffering a lot of trouble.

After practicing for another half hour, Jingliu's slight annoyance had faded considerably.

When I picked up my shirt and returned home, I was about to wash my face when I discovered that someone had used the bathroom not long ago.

This wouldn't normally have made her think much of it, but the problem is... she's extremely sensitive to her master's aura right now.

Even if they are far apart and a long time has passed, she can still sense it as long as it is not deliberately erased.

The bathroom still held the master's scent, mixed with two other familiar smells.

…belonging to the category of Sleeping Snow and Cold.

Master and them... could it be the three of them together...?

If it weren't for the constant flow of water from the sink faucet, time would seem to stand still in the bathroom.

The highlight in Jing Liu's pupils quietly disappeared, and involuntarily, some imagined biology textbooks that were not allowed to be viewed by those who had not passed the adult exam surfaced in his mind.

No… that’s not a textbook…

Looking up at herself in the mirror, she was surprised to find that the image reflected in the mirror was still the same one that she couldn't shake off.

She slapped her forehead hard.

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

Isn't this kind of daily life quite common in Xianzhou?

As long as it doesn't violate the family planning law, and as long as a person passes the adult exam, who cares how many players they play in a game?

Seemingly convinced by this idea, Jingliu took a deep breath, turned off the water, and went back to her room to get her pajamas to prepare for a shower.

But as I passed by the cold room, I heard suppressed moans again.

It's very familiar; I have a very deep impression of it. I heard it decades ago...

Calm down, calm down.

Jingliu selectively shuts off some of his senses, pretending he hadn't noticed anything, and silently comforts himself: this is just human nature.

Yes, that's human nature...

Our predecessors were human too.

Master is a human being, not a demonic being who has lost his mind and only knows how to kill.

She's human too, so it's not surprising that she gets jealous over these things.

My master and seniors are all normal and have no problems.

The problem is that she actually fell in love with her master, and felt bitter because her master's tenderness never fell on her.

She may not understand things, but at least she knows how to seek knowledge.

In various literary works or fantasy films and television dramas about the Immortal Boat, those who fall in love with their master are called rebellious disciples who defy their master.

In reality, there's no such thing as a disobedient disciple; doing so would easily invite criticism.

So the conclusion remains the same: she has a problem...

But her world revolved solely around her master.

Therefore, it is perfectly reasonable for a disciple to ask his master for help in solving his problems, isn't it?

Master... Master...

Jingliu cupped his flushed cheeks in his hands, his expression unreadable.