Martial Arts Sainthood Begins with the Tiger-Taming Fist

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Amidst the somber atmosphere, footsteps could be heard outside the building.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the third young lady of the Wu family, dressed in a light blue silk dress.

Wu Zhiai stepped over the threshold and entered the inner hall, where Yin Tianqing went to greet her.

"Master Yin, I came this morning regarding Chen Mo."

Wu Zhiai spoke with great poise.

Yin Tianqing's expression was somewhat complicated. "Chen Mo, he..."

At this moment, Yin Shanshan also got up and moved a few steps in this direction, afraid of missing something.

Wu Zhiai continued, "Chen Mo is currently at the Wu family's residence and is doing very well. I came here to inform the Master, in case he worries."

She didn't mention any details in her words, partly to stop the gossip and rumors, and partly to break the resolve of Chen Mo and his fellow disciples.

As for the possibility of exposing Chen Mo's location, the Wu family's personnel composition is much more complex than that of the Tianqing Martial Arts School.

Chen Mo's presence at the Wu family's residence will eventually be discovered by the Han Sha Gang.

Yin Shanshan vaguely heard these words and loosened her clenched fist a little.

Yin Tianqing smiled and replied, "That's good, that's good. Thank you for making this special trip, Miss Third."

Wu Zhiai waved her hand, "Chen Mo is an important person in the Wu family, and this is my duty. Now that the message has been delivered, Master Yin, I will not disturb everyone's martial arts practice."

"Third Miss, let me see you off."

Yin Tianqing escorted Wu Zhiai out of the building.

Ji Chang, who was worried, was overjoyed. He struck a few blows with great force before returning to his stance training.

Zhou Pi and Luo Heng exchanged a knowing glance, thinking, "They're really hard to kill."

The latter shrugged indifferently, "Relying on yourself is worse than relying on others. Your own strength is your most powerful asset! He's just someone with average or below-average potential; are you afraid he has less potential than you?"

……

A shabby alley on the west side of Heihe Town.

The Chen family gathered around the dining table and began their lunch.

Chen Mei's husband, Wang Jing, also came today, bringing some good wine and food, which he bought while he was out shopping.

Wang Jing worked for the Wu family, and his monthly salary wasn't much, but it was enough for the whole family to have a good time.

Old Master Chen stood up, his back hunched, and offered the seat of honor to Wang Jinglai, but the latter declined.

The group had eaten more than half of their meal.

Chen Bao said, "Ah Jing is really capable. Xiao Mei is so lucky to marry you, and we're all benefiting from it too!"

Wang Jing humbly replied, "It's because Xiaomei is virtuous, and also because my father-in-law has taught his daughter well."

The people around the table all burst into laughter.

"Next month is the martial arts examination. Our Chen Hang will go on a grand expedition and bring back a martial arts scholar title, making our family proud!"

After downing two glasses of wine, Chen Bao's face flushed red, and he began to spit as he spoke at the dinner table.

Grandpa Chen also looked delighted, as if he could see the streets and alleys filled with the sound of gongs and drums to welcome Wu Xiucai, and the neighbors bringing gifts to his door.

Chen Hang forced a smile, but inwardly he was troubled.

He entered the Mingjin school three months ago, but has made no progress since then, and is at the bottom of the Mingjin disciples at Panshi Martial Arts School.

He knew in his heart that if he wanted to pass the martial arts exam, he would need to have internal strength.

But now that the whole family seems to have already taken Wu Xiucai under their control, how dare he expose them?

"I...maybe I won't make the list either," Chen Hang said, scratching his head.

Chen Bao then exclaimed loudly, "You're good in every way, except you're too modest!"

At this moment, Chen Mei started fanning the flames from the side, "Yeah, yeah, what kind of ability does our Xiao Hang have? Unlike that useless Chen Mo, and that Chen Lan who can't find a man."

"Snapped!"

Wang Jing slammed the bamboo chopsticks down on the table, his face darkening.

The room fell silent.

The group exchanged bewildered glances, and finally the old man timidly said, "Ah Jing, are you... full? Eat some more, eat some more."

"Yeah, did things not go well for you today? Don't pay attention to those lowly people," Chen Mei advised.

After a few breaths of silence, Wang Jing slowly spoke: "Chen Mo works as a guard for the Wu family. When the caravan encountered bandits at night, it was Chen Mo who killed the bandits and saved everyone."

The old man and Chen Bao remained silent after hearing this.

What does it mean that Chen Mo killed the thief?

Chen Mei recalled what she had seen in front of the brothel that day. She hadn't believed it then, but now that Wang Jing had mentioned it himself, she had no choice but to believe it.

"He was lucky to have chosen the path of martial arts, but he's still far inferior to Chen Hang," she said.

Upon hearing this, Wang Jing's anger flared. "You've gone a bit too far!"

He stood up abruptly, startling Chen Hang, who was standing to the side, so much so that he didn't dare to move.

Chen Mei was also frightened and let out a soft sob, her eyes reddening slightly.

"I originally thought Chen Mo was as useless as you all said," Wang Jing said, pausing for a moment.

"But I ran into him by chance at the Wu family's house today. Although we didn't spend much time together, I can assure you that he is an upright and diligent person, and certainly not the good-for-nothing you described!"

Faced with Wang Jing's scolding, Chen Mei shed two lines of tears, ruining her makeup, but dared not cry out loud.

The hunched old man, with a complex expression, offered words of comfort: "Oh dear, we're all family. There's no such thing as one being better or worse than the other. Wouldn't it be even better if we all passed the exam?"

A family with two scholars is a celebrated story anywhere.

But he seemed to have forgotten all his previous prejudices against Chen Mo and Chen Lan.

Seeing the old man speak, Wang Jing didn't press the matter further. He slowly sat down, glanced at Chen Mei, and said, "Don't say such things again!"

Seeing that Chen Mei didn't dare to reply, the old man spoke up for her, "A-Jing, don't worry. Chen Mei is just straightforward and doesn't mean it. She definitely won't say it again."

After this experience, the group became apprehensive and dared not pick up their chopsticks, and a layer of grease quickly rose to the surface of the food on their plates.

Chen Hang no longer dared to mention his original plan to borrow money from his brother-in-law to buy medicine.

……

The Wu family's blacksmith shop.

Chen Mo exhaled a breath of stale air.

His sweat-stained face glowed red in the firelight.

Only two iron billets were forged in half a day, but in terms of fineness, they are much better than when they were in the iron furnace room.

An inch of finesse makes an inch of strength.

Each iron billet seemed to transform into a stream of enlightenment, flowing like starlight in his mind, and then becoming a trace of the essence of the Dragon Subduing Stance Technique.

"They should now be firmly established at the mid-stage of the Ming Jin realm."

Besides the Dragon Subduing Stance Technique, the Tiger Subduing Fist was also practiced.

Now, Chen Mo has not only mastered the Sandstorm Style and the Flowing Cloud Strike, but has also begun to integrate each style into his own.

"squeak--"

The door to the blacksmith's workshop was gently pushed open.

She stepped into the room in a light blue silk dress.

"How is your injury healing?" Wu Zhiai asked as she entered the room.

Chen Mo shook his arms. "Much better than this morning."

"I went to Tianqing Martial Arts School to inform your master that you are with the Wu family."

As Wu Zhiai spoke, she found a dirty wooden stool and sat down, her silk skirt hanging down on the stool.

"Also, there's been no movement from the Hansha Gang. If there is any movement, I'll let you know immediately."

Chen Mo nodded his thanks.

Wu Zhi'ai changed the subject, "The Wu family has a collection of martial arts techniques. Are you interested?"