Martial Arts, the Fairy's Cultivation

Lin Dong looked away with difficulty, a bitter smile appearing on his resolute face.

"Miss Mu, please don't joke. It's I who have been negligent."

Seeing that Lin Dong was no longer as confident as before, and seemed to have realized his own weakness, Mu Zi snorted and moved her foot off Lin Dong.

Do you know where the problem lies?

Lin Dong stood up, and after calming down, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

In the battle just now, even though Mu Zi suppressed her strength and was even a bit weaker than him, Lin Dong was completely helpless against her. Such a huge gap clearly shows that the two of them are not on the same level in terms of combat.

"It's because of your movement technique!"

Fortunately, Lin Dong was quite perceptive and quickly realized the key point.

Mu Zi nodded slightly. "This child is teachable. In that case, I'll give him some pointers."

"You idiot, when you get close, you only know how to be straightforward. You can crush the weak with brute force, but if you encounter an opponent of equal strength, your inferior movement skills will put you at a disadvantage."

Of course, what Mu Zi didn't say was that there were probably very few people in the same level who could match Lin Dong's close combat ability; she just had higher expectations for him.

"Was the movement technique that Miss Mu used during the battle just now also a kind of movement technique?" Lin Dong recalled Mu Zi's figure moving back and forth as if it had turned into falling petals, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.

"I guess so," Mu Zi said nonchalantly.

That was a movement technique she created some time ago when she had nothing else to do. It was agile and consumed very little energy. Whether attacking or dodging, it was incredibly fast, beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Her movements were like falling petals; her movements were like flowing light and flying hail.

This method is called "Falling Petals and Scattered Haze".

When Mu Zi was at her peak, she could traverse space with ease and didn't need any movement techniques at all. However, since her current cultivation level is stuck at the first stage, temporarily learning a movement technique can be considered a supplement.

As for Lin Dong, it's the same. Compared to Mu Zi, who has transformed and started cultivating again, he is the one who needs to cultivate movement techniques more at this stage.

"There are now two movement techniques; you may choose one to practice."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Zi conjured two illusory light tablets in her hand and casually tossed them to Lin Dong.

Lin Dong focused his mind on the light, absorbing the information within. After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked at the beautiful girl in white standing in front of him, a look of amazement welling up in his eyes.

"What level of martial arts is this?"

Lin Dong's perspective was not yet able to judge just how powerful the movement technique Mu Zi had casually given him was, but he could vaguely sense the profound meaning of simplifying complexity and making things seem effortless.

The two movement techniques presented before him were undoubtedly the highest-grade martial arts that Lin Dong could currently access. Apart from the "Chaotic Divine Lotus Visualization Technique" he had previously cultivated, no other martial arts technique could compare to them!

Miss Mu's background is truly unfathomable.

Those two movement techniques are two completely different styles. One of them, called "Eight-Step Dragon Dance," possesses the ultimate speed. With eight steps, it can transform into a dragon and charge head-on at the opponent, taking the route of instantaneous burst of speed.

In contrast, the other movement technique, "A Glimpse of the Shadow," focuses more on agility, excels in entanglement, and has a continuous, everlasting power.

Graceful as a startled swan, nimble as a swimming dragon—that is the essence of it all.

"Have you thought it through?"

Lin Dong looked at the beauty in the white dress, stretched out a large hand and grabbed at the air in front of him: "Can't I have them all?"

Mu Zi glanced at him indifferently and spoke casually:

"Sure, as long as you're not afraid of going astray in your practice."

In essence, the two movement techniques do not conflict with each other; on the contrary, they complement each other. The combination of the two constitutes a complete footwork technique, comparable to Mu Zi's "Falling Petals and Flying Scattering Snow".

But one must eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. At Lin Dong's current level, cultivating two movement techniques simultaneously would do more harm than good. Choosing one would undoubtedly be a better option.

After weighing the options, Lin Dong didn't hesitate much and ultimately chose the more straightforward "Eight Dragons," which suited his single-minded fighting style—why worry about so much, just go for it!

Since this method was created by Mu Zi specifically for Lin Dong, it is not difficult to learn. After just one afternoon of practice, Lin Dong's movement technique had already shown initial results.

woohoo-

In the courtyard, Lin Dong moved with profound steps, his figure transforming into afterimages, like a divine dragon soaring through the heavens, weaving back and forth around Mu Zi.

"Not bad, you have now mastered the key to the first five steps, which can be considered as a minor success in your cultivation."

Mu Zi's eyes reflected Lin Dong's blurry figure as she calmly commented. Originally, Lin Dong's speed was considered a weakness, but now even those at the Creation Realm who could walk on air couldn't use their cultivation advantage to leave Lin Dong behind.

This level of skill was barely enough to pique Mu Zi's interest. If Lin Dong could take seven or even eight steps, even Mu Zi would have to be cautious to avoid being caught off guard.

"From now on, I will limit my power and fight with only one hand. All you have to do is use every means possible to survive as long as possible in my hands."

Mu Zi's eyes flickered slightly, and in front of Lin Dong, she put one of her slender arms behind her back.

Seeing this, Lin Dong frowned slightly. Although he knew the gap between them, Miss Mu's actions were far too dismissive of him. Was she certain that he could never threaten her...?

"What, you don't accept it?"

Seemingly sensing Lin Dong's inner thoughts, Mu Zi's red lips, hidden beneath her veil, curved into a playful smile.

"Since that's the case, I'll give you a chance. From now on, as long as you can defeat me in even one or two moves, I can grant you any request."

Upon hearing this, even the composed Lin Dong paused, looking at the girl in the purple dress before him: "Are you willing to make any request?"

Mu Zi stared at Lin Dong, her purple eyes revealing an unfathomable meaning, making it difficult to guess her thoughts. After a moment, she nodded casually.

"Can."

"If you can do it, I'm willing to accept the consequences."

Mu Zi remained calm; she didn't believe Lin Dong was capable of such a thing. A mishap? Impossible!

Mu Zi was quite confident in her own strength. Despite the many limitations, it would be extremely difficult for Lin Dong to gain an advantage at the current stage.

Even if Lin Dong were to gain the upper hand even by a single move someday, by then she might have already repaid all the karmic debts between them, and would have left for good, with no further connection to this man...

If a boomerang were to strike her today, back then it would have been impossible to find anyone to do so.

Even so, Mu Zi's gaze towards Lin Dong became somewhat serious.

She needs to be a little more serious in the upcoming battles.

"Again!"

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Having spent the day relaxing, Qingtan walked back to her residence with small, quick steps.

In front of the secluded and deserted courtyard gate, Qingtan was about to push the door open when she heard a strange noise coming from afar.

It sounded like a man and a woman were talking, and at the same time, the sounds of flesh colliding could be heard from time to time, as if the two inside were engaged in some kind of intense activity.

clap clap clap!

"Is that all the strength you have? Haven't you eaten?"

"Is this even okay? I don't feel anything at all!"

"Miss Mu... let me rest for a while, I really can't hold on any longer..."

"..."

Qingtan stood frozen in place, her face turning pale and then flushed. As she listened to the continuous panting, the color on her face went from the tip of her neck all the way to her ears.

What were those two people doing inside in broad daylight?

A feeling of confusion spread through her heart, and Qingtan hesitated to push open the door. After a while, footsteps approached from afar, and Lin Dong walked out from behind the door with faltering steps.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Qingtan's face showed surprise. Lin Dong's face was bruised and swollen, and his clothes were covered in dust, as if he had been severely beaten.

"It's nothing. I was just sparring with Miss Mu. Well, I lost by a small margin."

Hearing Lin Dong's explanation, and seeing Mu Zi looking somewhat refreshed through the crack in the door, Qing Tan's lips curled into a slight sneer. Then, her small face tensed up, and she put on a "panicked" expression in front of Lin Dong.

"Brother Lin Dong, you didn't get beaten up, did you? Your Miss Mu is fierce... unlike me—"

"I only feel sorry for my brother~"

Qingtan's lips curled up into a triumphant smile.