The corner gives the wooden martial arts master, whose martial arts are equivalent to a harem.

The woman before me, or perhaps a young girl? To be precise, she was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, somewhere between a young girl and a young adult.

Her slightly curly white hair was left unbound, naturally and somewhat messily cascading down her back, forming clumps that drooped over her shoulders. A few strands of hair fell down her forehead, touching her sharp, knife-like eyebrows and confident, piercing eyes, creating an air of heroic spirit.

She wore a purple bodysuit that perfectly outlined her strong muscles and accentuated her perfect 1.89-meter height. The sleeveless top revealed her arms, which appeared as smooth and delicate as white jade, but the contours of her muscles were not to be underestimated.

She was like a female martial artist sculpted by a master craftsman from mutton-fat jade.

Her appearance is like that of a powerful female warrior who stepped out of a Hong Kong comic book, both beautiful and strong.

To be honest, I have a soft spot for older women with similar looks.

"It's really beautiful." Gu Chuanhen unconsciously repeated the sentence to emphasize the point.

"Alright, I know now. You don't need to say anything more about how beautiful I am." Fang Zhiwo's Bajiquan, whose innate true name is Fang Zhiwo, revealed a confident smile.

She was like a bright flame, and her confident demeanor radiated warmth, drawing Gu Chuanhen closer without him being able to resist.

It's as if the more a person feels they lack something, the more they want to grasp that missing part. It's a kind of longing, a vision of becoming that kind of person.

Yes, Gu Chuanhen felt that what he lacked was a kind of transcendent confidence that he couldn't accurately describe, like that of someone who knew Bajiquan.

"Oh? What's with that strange expression on your face?" The woman, whose every move was quite aggressive, had already brought her forehead close before Gu Chuanhen even realized it.

This was an unavoidable, aggressive offensive; her forehead pressed against his, their noses touching as if fists were clashing.

But what followed was a surprisingly gentle tone.

"Phew, I can finally be this close to you, Louis Koo," Fang Zhiwo chuckled.

As for Gu Chuanhen, the blood on his flushed face resembled a mass of magma stuck in his throat, burning his throat with intense heat, causing his mouth and tongue to burn as if he could not speak.

Then I realized that I had unconsciously retreated to advance, and the moment we touched, we separated immediately, causing the blushing young man to unconsciously look away, no longer daring to look at the powerful woman in front of him.

Seemingly to alleviate his shyness, Gu Chuanhen changed the subject.

Why do you look somewhat like your teacher?

Indeed, I realized that the heroic spirit in my eyes and brows was exactly the same as that of Ling Feixing, as if it were some kind of bloodline inheritance.

"That's because—" Fang Zhi paused slightly before continuing in a strong voice.

"Ling Feixing, she's a super young woman, almost childlike, who could be my mother!"

After that sound, the bright red on Gu Chuanhen's face seemed to burst forth like a torrent of urine, and his shyness was completely crushed by the big mouthful of words he wanted to say but couldn't.

"This is a martial arts film set, not a Gundam movie set! Besides, please don't describe Teacher Ling like a little girl, okay?!"

The words that he had to say helped Gu Chuanhen regain some of his composure from his daily life.

"No, Louis Koo, my darling, don't you understand? All your martial arts skills, besides our adorable daughter, even your mother, who possesses such skills, are—Ling Feixing's words!"

Only then did I realize that my distant pointing at Gu Chuanhen was as if pointing to the Great Sage's Splitting Palm and Heaven-Turning Palm within Gu Chuanhen's body, just as if pointing to my own biological sister.

But this gesture and these words were like a punch that could shatter the entire universe.

Gu Chuanhen's brain suddenly froze, as if petrified, or perhaps frozen in place, preventing him from thinking.

What followed was even more shocking and frightening.

"And Louis Koo, in a sense, you're the kind of boy who could be our father!"

The rapid-fire words seemed to spew out statements that were neither entirely logical nor entirely reasonable.

"The martial arts that have been passed down for countless years have been innovated and improved by Ling Feixing because of you. Those martial arts are undoubtedly the true source of our ancient traditions and martial arts, which belong exclusively to you." She spoke the long and difficult sentence in a natural and fluent tone.

"And the flying stars are the unborn children of our biological parents, these unborn children are none other than us, who are dedicated to you."

She used methods akin to "biochemical modification" or "genetic engineering" to enable us to surpass our parents from birth.

This method, which is almost like "biochemical modification" or "genetic engineering," contains the "mind" and "spirit" of Gu Chuanhen and Ling Feixing.

Just as you and Xuanhuang Gong defined memes, we are not genetically engineered humans, but rather meme humans who have inherited martial arts memes and the Lingfei Star meme.

Therefore, from this perspective,

How can Ling Feixing not be considered our mother who gave us life? And how can you, Gu Chuanhen, not be considered our nurturing father?

This is already a violation of biology for a man to become pregnant, like a rooster that has drunk water from the Mother-Child River and laid eggs. But fortunately, this cannot be compared to biology.

Her words were forceful and resounding, though they sounded somewhat absurd, but the current situation left no room for argument, as they did indeed contain some truth. It's just unclear whether they constituted fallacies.

Then, Gu Jieyi suddenly appeared, further shattering Gu Chuanhen's martial arts ethics.

"So, does that mean Dad is both my father and my maternal grandfather? And Mom, you're both Dad's daughter and Dad's wife?"

The innocent and natural Gu Jieyi spoke the truth, though it may or may not be true.

"Huh? Is that even possible?"

Even the seemingly detached and unassuming Master Da Sheng Pi Gua was taken aback by my words, a revelation from someone who was a practitioner of Bajiquan. Although he understood them, he was still greatly impressed.

But then He changed his mind.

"However, the principles of Bajiquan are indeed sound, even if the language is rough."

Did He actually agree with this explanation?

"So, does that mean I can be considered Gu Chuanhen and Ling Feixing's daughter?"

Oh? You just revealed your real gender right away?

Wow, you're really something, Great Sage Chopping Down the Heavens!

Stunned by what seemed like a thunderbolt, Gu Chuanhen could only think of the famous play "Thunderstorm," a work with somewhat complex ethical relationships. He felt he already understood Sifeng quite well, but after hearing my words from Bajiquan Fangzhi, his understanding deepened even further.

Sifeng only learned that she and Zhou Ping were half-siblings after she became pregnant with Zhou Ping's child. Unable to accept this fact, she ran out of the house and was tragically electrocuted to death.

However, his current "ethical relationship" with the martial arts masters is clearly even more complex than that in "Thunderstorm".

Then, Gu Chuanhen pressed down with one hand and slowly spoke.

"Let me think about it first."

Only then did I realize that my young, somewhat immature mind was not yet able to accept this reality.

So she turned and spoke.

"What are you thinking about?" Fang Zhi asked Gu Chuanhen.

Gu Chuanhen replied earnestly, "I'm thinking about our relationship."

But I only chuckled lightly.

"Our relationship doesn't need to be judged by these ethical standards."

Gu Chuanhen was taken aback by this unexpected answer, which brought him back to his senses.

"Oh? What do you mean? I'd like to hear the details; I'm all ears."

Then I realized I was laughing heartily.

"What I just said was just to tease you. Although it's true that you can say that, because the principle is really that principle, facts and theories cannot be generalized."

Upon hearing my words of enlightenment, Gu Chuanhen seemed to have a flash of inspiration and began to think.

But before he could think about it further, he realized that I had already expressed my opinion.

"We can indeed be called meme people, and it is a fact that this meme, except for its source, all comes from Ling Feixing. When you nurtured and conceived us, some of your 'memes' were inevitably added to us."

She's making it sound like fish reproduce. Fish reproduce through external fertilization, while this is traditionally believed to be internal. Forget it, the more I explain, the worse it gets. I'm not going to explain anymore.

"But this does not mean that our relationship is a parent-child relationship based on ethical standards."

Because we are ultimately a kind of independent and distinct individual, born from the memes that constitute us.

We are only similar in spirit and mind.

Upon hearing this, Gu Chuanhen pondered for a moment, and then he mentioned an argument he had once read.

"I once saw a type of argument that emotional relationships are divided into similarity and complementarity. Intuitively, it should be that complementarity can go further, but counterintuitively, it is that similarity can go further."

Because complementarity represents 'tolerance,' when this tolerance is worn down, it turns into indulgence, and when this is rapidly depleted, it leads to a breakup. Therefore, complementary couples need to cultivate their feelings for each other even more.

On the other hand, similarity can be described as "having the same goals" or "being birds of a feather," because having the same goals means that the relationship will last longer.

Frankly, I think this argument has some merit, but nothing is absolute.

"Blindly believing everything in books is worse than having no books at all."

Gu Chuanhen described the argument briefly, and then used this argument as a prelude to his speech.

"So, this model is because we actually brought together like-minded people?" he asked.

She replied, "Yes, this model is because we didn't bring any ethical jokes, but rather a relationship of 'like-mindedness'."

Bajiquan smiled faintly and placed his palm on Gu Chuanhen's left chest.

She felt Gu Chuanhen's heartbeat and spoke each word clearly.

"So—in reality, we don't actually have an ethical relationship."

"I am another Ling Feixing in the world."

"My shared goal with Ling Feixing is to make you an unparalleled master who can dominate the world."

"But unlike Ling Feixing, she is not your soulmate yet, while I am definitely, easily, your soulmate."

"Soulmates are those who will never be separated for a lifetime, because our souls are independent of each other, yet they depend on each other."

Gu Chuanhen looked at Fang Zhiwo's serious yet graceful and heroic face, and there seemed to be some subtle emotions mixed in with the confidence in that face.

This subtle emotion unconsciously brought out a gentle yet charming smile in her eyes.

"We are soulmates who have always been embracing each other and warming each other with our body heat."

Looking at that smile, Gu Chuanhen felt a strange electric shock.

Only then did I realize that my words and expressions were no less effective than an AED performing automated external defibrillation on Gu Chuanhen.

Then I realized that a faint smile was blooming on my face.

She deliberately leaned close to Gu Chuanhen's ear and whispered a question.

The warm air currents gently and weakly brushed against my earlobes, bringing only a tingling sensation.

"Your heart is pounding so hard, are you starting to like me?"

The boy remained silent, only blushing.