Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

The sparring and fighting between master and apprentice became increasingly fierce.

Qi Zhimu firmly occupied the advantageous terrain below, only defending and not attacking.

No matter how swift the Mirror Stream's attacks were, it remained unmoved, its aura barely fluctuating.

Looking at Jing Liu, her skin was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Every slightly more vigorous attack would cause a lot of sweat to be shaken off.

As time went on, Jingliu became less and less confident in defeating Qi Zhimu.

Master was on the defensive for so long, without being able to launch a single counterattack, and he was already on the verge of collapse many times.

But his limits remain unseen to this day.

Whether launching an attack from the front, the side, or the back, the master's sword never showed the slightest sign of losing strength.

Gradually, the three systems came to an end.

Jingliu went from lacking confidence to feeling powerless.

Her body could hold up, and she had the strength to continue fighting, but... her spirit couldn't take it anymore.

My reaction time has decreased, and even my vision has started to become slightly blurry and unfocused.

If this trend continues, it probably won't be long before they are completely defeated.

If it were a campaign to kill bountiful monsters on the battlefield, one could fight for seven days and seven nights without rest.

Unexpectedly, even during a normal sparring session with his master, he couldn't break through his defenses.

How could the difference be so great?

Is surpassing one's master destined to be an unattainable fantasy...?

Thinking of his boastful words and his master's words about bearing the consequences, Jingliu couldn't help but swallow.

We might not win, but... it doesn't seem like we've lost either?

After all, weren't they both beneficiaries in this battle?

But I still want to surpass my master and make him admit defeat just once...

With this determination, Jingliu gritted his teeth and persevered.

Unfortunately, she didn't realize that her shouts during her attacks had become uncoordinated.

Broken syllables mixed with rapid breathing kept spilling from his slightly parted lips.

Even his consciousness had become blurred early on, and his crimson eyes had lost most of their focus.

Jingliu had no idea that she was currently fighting solely based on the powerful physique of an immortal being and her body's instincts.

The muscles contract violently and spasm with each active attack.

However, this feedback only made Jingliu's subconscious more greedy, insatiably wanting to devour more.

They crave more intense stimulation through combat in order to improve themselves.

But just like everyone has their own kind of limit, before he knew it, Jingliu finally reached his limit and stopped moving, his whole body limp and panting heavily.

"Is that all?"

To Jing Liu's despair, Qi Zhimu's voice revealed not even a trace of restraint.

Even if you defend like a mountain the whole time, won't your tactile threshold be degraded?

"...I...I can still hold on!!"

Jingliu gritted his teeth again, a thought he had considered for a long time passing through his mind.

— That is, cheating.

Anyway, since she has her back to her master now, he might not be able to see some of her little movements.

In her folding space, Jade Treasure, there was also the potion she bought halfway through her journey to prevent her master from running away after receiving Jing Yuan's message.

It is harmless to the body and its function is very simple.

It can intensify the desire to fight, and also alleviate fatigue and promote a smoother combat experience.

I forced my master to drink it before, and the effect was very impressive.

I wanted to have some fun, but I ended up suffering so much that I couldn't help but beg for mercy. It was a bittersweet experience.

So what if I used it myself now?

Once a dangerous thought takes root, it expands rapidly and wildly.

While Qi Zhimu could only see her back, Jing Liu finished the remaining five bottles!

According to the product description, one bottle is enough for an ordinary long-lived species to fight intensely for seven systems.

Increasing the dosage will produce an effect greater than the sum of its parts (1+1>2).

It takes effect in a very short time, less than 30 seconds.

As the medicine began to take effect, Jing Liu's eyes flashed red, and he turned around, grabbed Qi Zhimu's wrist, and pressed it next to his head.

"Hehehe... Master, let's see what you're going to do this time..."

Qi Zhimu narrowed his eyes slightly, pretending not to know, but a strange feeling stirred in his heart.

…a rebellious scoundrel who never learns his lesson.

The battle continued, growing even more intense, causing the mountains and rivers to tremble.

Under normal circumstances, weapons used in sparring will inevitably wear out after prolonged use.

For example, if the blade becomes dull, the scabbard may become rusty and lack sufficient lubrication, making it unable to properly receive the blade.

Unfortunately, Jingliu is currently humbly learning the fastest sword-drawing technique to assist Qi Zhimu in practicing passive Iaijutsu, which is the sword-drawing technique.

However, neither of the master and apprentice is currently in a normal state.

When the master has a special active skill called Weapon Control, once activated, as long as the mental energy consumption is manageable, the weapon wear rate can be reduced by an infinite number of times.

Even the apprentices cheat, but the losses are nothing compared to the motivation ignited by their thirst for drive.

But Jingliu forgot one thing.

Muscle strain can accelerate the depletion of physical and mental energy, causing people to tire more quickly.

The rain continued unabated, accompanied by the resounding clap of thunder.

The area surrounding the main battle zone was affected, resulting in chaos.

Sunrise and sunset, even the most intense sparring battles will eventually come to an end.

Today's outcome: Jingliu suffered a defeat, a rather tragic one.

It shouldn't have come to such a miserable state, but who told her to speak so arrogantly and rely on external forces?

Those who practice martial arts should proceed steadily and gradually; this is the true path to mastery.

It's not that easy to build a skyscraper before the foundation is even laid.

As punishment, Qi Zhimu switched from offense to defense, allowing his disciple to relive the experience of being subjected to hellish training until he was half-dead and fainted when he first entered the sect.

The difference is that there is no medicinal bath for her to exercise now.

But given her current physical condition and recovery ability, one night's sleep is enough, or two nights, plus one day.

……

Two nights later.

Jingliu's mood wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either.

The reason for her inner conflict was naturally related to Qi Zhimu.

It's not bad because I'm full...

The problem was that when I woke up, my master wasn't there, but there was a notice left by someone, which was placed in the most conspicuous place!

—It was placed on her face.

It was written in black and white on the paper:

[Brother Mu is taking me to Luofu for a few days, but I'm not in a good mood, so please don't bother me. If you're hungry and want some meat, just use Mr. Two Fingers to take care of it yourself.]

...You have a really sharp tongue.

If it weren't for the fact that I had important business to attend to, I would have done everything I could to cause trouble for Black Tower.

I won't bother her, but I can bother my master.

Oh well...

Recalling his encounter on the return journey to Luofu, as well as the Black Tower's remarks about Qi Zhimu's future, Jing Liu's expression slowly turned serious.