Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

At the critical moment, Puppet No. 1 stabilized its body, blocked the crimson flames above with one hand, and kicked out with its right foot towards Zhang Ruoxue's lower abdomen while twisting its wrist.

It's that trick again!

Having been tortured countless times, Zhang Ruoxue was already intimately familiar with this technique, having practiced Wing Chun in her mind countless times.

She still held onto the sleeve of the first doll, leaning back as she struggled to pull it over her.

Before Puppet Number One could regain its balance, it was thrown heavily by Zhang Ruoxue.

However, while in mid-air, the ample time gave Puppet No. 1 enough time to react. He quite simply shifted his center of gravity and finally landed steadily on the ground.

But Zhang Ruoxue had already arrived behind him and punched Doll Number One in the vest with her right fist.

ended?

No!

As if it had eyes in the back of its head, Doll Number One turned around swiftly, its left hand gripping Zhang Ruoxue's right fist tightly.

He swung his right hand and shattered the approaching fiery iron fist.

That being said—

For the first time in three days, Zhang Ruoxue showed a joyful smile.

With a confident sneer, she channeled all her spiritual energy into her right fist.

Instant strike!

Extremely short distance, explosive power!

When Ruoxue threw a punch, the power she unleashed in that instant, amplified by the strength of Hanbing's arm, completely exceeded the limits of what Puppet Number One could withstand!

A raging storm arose, and Puppet Number One was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the edge of the magic circle!

Zhang Ruoxue watched the slowly descending puppet number one with excitement, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

This was the first time in three days that she had managed to injure Doll Number One!

She quickly turned her head, looking excitedly at Yun Ping outside the magic circle, and waved to him as if to say that she had won.

But Yunping ignored her and instead smiled and shook his head at her.

"Eh?"

Before Zhang Ruoxue could react, Puppet Number One's fist slammed into her face. Before she could even finish celebrating, she was sent flying by the punch.

Outside the magic circle, Yun Ping chuckled helplessly.

"This silly girl, she really thinks my puppet is so easy to take down?"

That's true, but Yunping's face was full of undisguised satisfaction.

Zhang Ruoxue is truly a rough gem refined through countless trials. After such a long period of training, her understanding of boxing techniques is rapidly improving. Even if she is not particularly talented, her martial arts realm should now be just about touching the threshold of the Flowing Water Realm.

It's faster than I expected.

After all, he's been beaten down thousands of times...

What pleased Yunping even more was the other side.

"Teacher, I'm back."

The stunningly beautiful woman slowly walked out of the magic circle, her brows furrowed with joy, but her lips remained downturned, giving her a sour expression.

Just to correct you—he's an extremely handsome man.

Jiang Yuetian.

He was able to leave the magic circle because he had broken through that barrier.

Old Yun tilted his gaze slightly and glanced at the puppet number three that had been knocked down not far away. The puppet with his face on it was now covered in holes, like a beehive.

It seems Xiao Jiang has also been abused to the point of losing his temper, hence the heavy blows...

"You've worked hard." Yunping looked at him with a grin, glanced up at the midday sun, and said with a smile, "Since it's still early, let's move on to the next stage."

"There's a next stage?!"

Jiang Yuetian was taken aback. What did that mean? There were even masochistic activities?

As if confirming Jiang Yuetian's ominous premonition, Yun Ping, with a sly grin, pulled out two identical No. 3 dolls from his storage ring.

"This is your next task: facing two puppets at the same time. You'd better figure it out yourself."

"Two dolls..."

Jiang Yuetian looked at Yun Ping, who seemed to be serious, and a hint of struggle appeared in her eyes.

He hesitated for a long time before tentatively asking, "Teacher, you're not joking, are you?"

One doll is enough to cause him a ruckus!

If it weren't for his own devised surprise attack tactics and the fact that he had touched the threshold of the Free Will Realm, Jiang Yuetian would have been exhausted just dealing with that one No. 3 puppet.

One more, please?

This is not just a matter of one plus one equals two!

The one who answered Jiang Yuetian's question was not Yun Ping, but a certain arrogant and sharp-tongued loli sitting next to him, drinking an iced cola.

Duan Chenxi pointed to the cube behind her and said calmly, "This good-for-nothing isn't joking with you. Look, your junior sister started training this morning."

"Junior sister—?"

Jiang Yuetian looked in the direction Duan Chenxi pointed.

What he saw was a maid-dressed girl lying on the ground like a corpse, her spiritual energy exhausted, surrounded by a dense thicket of wooden arrows—a horrifying sight.

Ye Yuchan.

If she hadn't still been alive, Jiang Yuetian would have thought she had been shot to death by the two puppets with arrows!

He twitched the corners of his mouth, looked at the two puppets Yunping had placed on the table, each holding a wooden stick, and swallowed hard.

It seems he still has a long way to go.

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Try updating in the middle of the night.

Let's see if there are any cultivators here~

83. The husky with its unyielding spirit, standing tall at dawn, and riding the tram.

Time passes much faster than we imagine.

After enduring countless inhumane tortures, the disciples seemed to awaken some special attribute.

—Masochistic.

That is impossible.

However, the truth is quite similar, because the more they suffer, the more times they rise up and fight again.

It was as if his spirit and even his soul had been tempered like never before. At first, he kept complaining, but after being defeated, he was filled with despair.

Now, even when they're being thoroughly humiliated, they won't utter a single word; instead, they can calmly devise a countermeasure.

This indifferent reaction once made Duan Chenxi think that everyone had been tortured into a mental illness.

However, the rewards of suffering countless times are immense.

Day 3 of the puppet combat training - Ye Yuchan and Jiang Yuetian defeated the training puppet for the first time and entered the next stage.

Day 5 of the puppet combat training - Zhang Ruoxue defeated the training puppet for the first time and entered the next stage.

On the eighth day, Zhang Ruoxue's cultivation level broke through to the peak of the Spirit Palace stage, and her Wing Chun boxing level stabilized and entered the Flowing Water stage.

On the same eighth day, facing the combined attack of two puppets, Jiang Yuetian's spear technique reached the "at will" level, allowing him to hold out for more than ten minutes without being defeated.

Ye Yuchan was able to maintain a stalemate with the two puppets, and even after exhausting her spiritual energy, she was unable to defeat them, but she was also not defeated herself.

tenth day.

Fan Luokui defeated Puppet No. 4 for the first time.

In fact, Yunping had long expected that Fan Luokui, who should have been the disciple with the highest cultivation level among all the disciples, would be the last disciple to defeat the puppet.

Because although she had the highest cultivation level, she also had the deepest misunderstanding of martial arts.

"How about it?"

Yunping stood in front of the pink-haired girl who was panting heavily, her hands on her knees, and her back bent. His gaze fell on her trembling right hand.

Fan Luokui struggled to lift her head. The battle with Puppet No. 4 had nearly dislocated her right hand, and her spiritual energy was almost completely depleted.

She nodded, her expression suddenly clearing. "I think I understand a little bit now."

"If you don't understand, you won't be able to defeat that puppet."

"So all the paths I've taken before were... wrong?"

A complex look flashed in Fan Luokui's eyes as she stared intently at Yun Ping, wanting a definite answer.

It should be noted that the battle with Puppet No. 4 over the past ten days has almost overturned her concept of swordsmanship.

Every time she drew her sword, Doll No. 4 seemed to see through the trajectory of the long sword, blocking the blade the instant she drew it, rendering her proud Iaijutsu slash completely useless!

On many occasions, just as she was about to swing her blade, Doll Number Four would close in and force her into close combat.

Not only that, she also discovered that the movements of Doll No. 4 were incredibly slow, but every strike and every movement seemed to contain endless mysteries. It was clearly full of flaws, but no matter which angle she attacked from, Doll No. 4 could always strike at the perfect moment, and even block her strikes at a slightly angled angle.

No, saying it blocked it isn't quite accurate—

It should be said that Doll No. 4 used some method to deflect the power of the blade.

The feeling was like a sharp blade slicing through flowing water and clouds.

During the confrontation, she had this feeling more than once, even feeling that her own balance and movements were completely under the control of Puppet No. 4, as if she were the puppet being manipulated.

"It's not exactly wrong, but it's not exactly right either; you just haven't found the right path yet."

As Yunping spoke, he glanced at the wooden longsword on the floor, casually hooked it with his foot, and held it firmly in his hand.

“I remember telling you that speed is just a general direction. What you need is a more refined swordsmanship. I never said that your path was absolutely wrong. It’s just that something is missing.”