Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

The days passed by.

On this day, Zhang Qingshan had just instructed one of his disciples on stance training.

Then a commotion was heard coming from the entrance of the martial arts school.

"Who are you? What senior brother? Our martial arts school only has a senior sister. Who exactly are you... ah..."

Bang.

The gatekeeper disciple flew into the martial arts hall and couldn't get up for a moment.

Zhang Qingshan's gaze sharpened, and he strode over. He looked at the disciple, who was grimacing in pain, his arm bent.

There is no immediate danger to his life.

Looking towards the doorway, a group of people walked in amidst the sound of footsteps.

The leader was dressed in Western-style clothing, a style rarely seen in the outer city. Zhang Qingshan had seen one or two young people disembarking from ships wearing such clothes when he worked as a laborer at the dock.

People from the Great Yan world might find this kind of clothing strange, but Zhang Qingshan found it somewhat familiar, as it bore a resemblance to the tuxedo from his previous life.

This man appeared to be around thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old. He was tall and muscular, easily two meters tall, with a broad frame. He wore strange clothing that would seem bizarre to ordinary people and carried a dark-colored walking stick in his hand.

Just by standing there, he exudes a powerful aura.

Like a Tyrannosaurus Rex looking down, the brightly lit training ground inexplicably gives people the feeling that it is covered by a shadow.

As the gaze swept over Zhang Qingshan, an inexplicable chill surged into Zhang Qingshan's heart, as if he were being watched by some kind of top predator. Its eyes were unfathomable, dark, and eerie, the opposite of his mountain-like, strong physique and temperament.

There was also some kind of mysterious aura hidden within that person, and there was great terror emanating from him.

I could faintly hear the commotion of the disciples in the training ground behind me.

An older disciple whispered, "That's our eldest brother." "Why is our eldest brother back?"

Zhang Qingshan immediately understood the man's identity.

Even the slightest release of the opponent's aura made Zhang Qingshan's instincts scream, "I cannot fight them! I cannot fight them!"

His body, flesh, and soul were all urging him to avoid, escape, and hide.

Zhang Qingshan looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.

"Whom are you looking for? Do you have an appointment?"

The man turned his gaze from the backyard of the martial arts school to Zhang Qingshan. His gaze was bloodshot and chilling, as if it had a weight that made Zhang Qingshan feel inexplicably heavy.

He knew in his heart that if he were to fight now, his agility and reaction time would be inexplicably suppressed.

This is a kind of life pressure from a body-refining martial artist, and it's not an ordinary body-refining martial artist; the senior sister didn't have this feeling.

"Haha, you must be one of the two geniuses newly recruited by Qinghe Martial Arts School, named Zhang Qingshan. Not bad, not bad. Although you only seem to be an ordinary dark force martial artist, you advance through the ranks quickly. You are no less than a genius who has defeated a higher level. People outside say that Qinghe Martial Arts School is declining and going downhill, but I see it thriving. Good, very good."

Zhang Qingshan's heart skipped a beat; this person even knew his name.

It seems they are secretly monitoring the situation at Qinghe Martial Arts School.

Zhang Qingshan didn't know what kind of entanglement he had with the martial arts school, so he didn't know how to speak for the time being.

The man was smiling, but his eyes remained unchanged from before.

Then I looked around again.

"Where is my other genius junior brother, Wang Zhi? Let me meet him. Who is this outstanding talent? I heard he has the same potential as my dear master back then."

Some people subconsciously looked at Wang Zhi, and Wang Zhi's heart also stirred. Seeing Zhang Qingshan's serious and wary expression, he knew that this person who called himself the senior brother must be extremely terrifying.

Perhaps the more powerful a person is, the more they can feel the authority of the other party.

He was quick-witted to begin with, and his gaze swept over the other man's Western attire and the men behind him who looked like they were not to be trifled with.

He took a few steps closer, a smile on his face.

"Having met the former senior brother, are you here to pay your respects to the headmaster? Wang Zhi has long heard that you were once the headmaster's beloved disciple. Even with the rumors of sowing discord, there must still be an unbreakable bond between you and the headmaster."

"Hahaha, hahaha, a very clever lad. I, Long Baifeng, have high hopes for you. You have a bright future. If you encounter any trouble in the future, just mention my name. I still have some influence in and around Qinghe City."

He then waved behind him, and a servant handed him two boxes.

He laughed and said, "Your former senior brother now has some businesses, and he's happy to see so many talented people emerging from the martial arts school. This is a little gadget from the West. It just arrived at my shop. It's more convenient than the ones that are hanging around. I'm giving it to you to play with, check the time, and practice your martial arts."

The box has a transparent glass top, through which you can see a beautiful watch inside.

Zhang Qingshan remained silent. In his previous life, he had lived in the world's largest industrial country and had seen all kinds of industrial products.

He was not a person with high desires for material things. Apart from martial arts, which was a power that could be attributed to him, nothing else could shake his will.

Wang Zhi's eyes shone, his face trembled, and he tried his best to control his joy.

Before joining the martial arts school, Wang Zhi, as the lowest-ranking member of the Qingshui Gang, had no idea what this thing was.

Now we know for sure that Young Master Zhou and Young Master Jiang both had one, and the martial arts school and other young masters also had them, but those were all hanging pocket watches.

This is called a watch, and it's sold in the inner city. It's said to cost three to five hundred silver dollars, and you have to pre-order and wait in line.

The shop actually belonged to this former senior brother; he couldn't control himself any longer.

He stepped forward and accepted the gift: "Thank you, former senior brother. If you have any misunderstandings, please be sure to talk to senior sister and master to clear them up. Our martial arts school still needs someone like you to lead the way."

"Yes, I'm here today to clear up the misunderstanding."

After paying his respects, Wang Zhi returned to his original position with the gift box in his arms.

Seeing the envious looks from others, even the young master of the Zhou family was whispering among himself.

"This is Long Baifeng, who has close ties with the foreigners in Shenghai City. He's certainly making a big splash."

He was even more pleased with himself and had the idea of ​​further deepening their friendship, but he restrained himself. Although he had not heard of any major grudge between the martial arts school and this senior brother, he was afraid that if the martial arts school was unwilling to make contact, it might displease them.

Looking at Zhang Qingshan's back, the resentment in his heart deepened.

Without him, I would stand out even more.

Moreover, I have already accepted it, while this person is pretending to be high-minded, making me seem shallow.

Long Baifeng's gaze fell on Zhang Qingshan.

"Junior Brother Zhang, don't be so polite. I have no deep-seated hatred for the martial arts school. It's just a misunderstanding, as Junior Brother Wang said. Sooner or later, Master and Junior Sister will understand me."

Zhang Qingshan shook his head.

"One should not accept rewards without merit."

"Hmm, it seems Junior Brother Zhang doesn't think much of my gift. Fine, come to my shop sometime, I have plenty of good stuff there, pick a few to play with slowly... Oh, Junior Sister."

"Long Baifeng, what are you doing? You're not welcome here!"

The eldest sister appeared before Zhang Qingshan, shouting: "What are you doing here, you shameless traitor who betrays his ancestors?"

He then glanced at the other disciples and glared at Wang Zhi.

"You may not have known before, but from now on, if anyone still dares to call him Senior Brother, then get out of the martial arts school."

Long Baifeng frowned.

With a sigh, he said, "Junior Sister, why are you so heartless? Back then, I personally taught you your skills. Why are you speaking so coldly?"

Ji Feiyu stared at that face, paused for a moment, then took a deep breath, his eyes growing even colder.

"Ever since you chose to side with those demons and barbarians, betraying your own people and harming the innocent, we have severed all ties. Get out of my Qinghe Martial Arts School."

Long Baifeng narrowed his eyes.

"Junior sister, I only want to find a way out in martial arts, why do you always stop me?"

"Hmph, the path of martial arts? You could have just cultivated steadily. You're just used to rapid progress and don't have the heart to endure loneliness in the martial arts world. That's why you have these delusions and want to take a shortcut. People like you are wasting your potential. With this kind of mindset, you're destined to never reach a higher realm. It's not that we're stopping you, but that you yourself don't have a true heart for martial arts."

As she spoke, the senior sister glanced at Zhang Qingshan.

It's as if it's saying, "Don't become unsettled just because you're making rapid progress."

"Haha, junior sister, you must have learned these profound principles from Master. However, Master is old and too stubborn, trapped in his own limited understanding. You should know that there are three thousand paths to the Great Dao, and there is no place where one cannot reach the peak. Power is power, so why be prejudiced? The ocean is vast because it embraces all rivers, and that is the key to our path."

Upon hearing this, Ji Feiyu sighed.

"We have different paths, so we can't work together. You can leave now. Whatever you want to do, we don't want anything to do with you anymore, and my father doesn't want to see you either."

Long Baifeng's eyes narrowed even deeper, a ghostly light flickering within them.

He raised his walking stick and tapped it on the ground, without using any force.

But the next moment.

"Boom boom..."

The ground nearby seemed to be infused with a power that was both strong and gentle.

It suddenly began to rise and fall, as if a long snake was moving and manipulating things underground.

Some people lost their balance and sat down heavily, staring in awe at the ground that had transformed into waves.

The voice was soft and low, "Then, senior brother, what if I insist on seeing Master?"