A New Routine

Then, endless darkness engulfed the two of them, and all matter within a hundred meters radius entered a state of darkness.

Lin Xiu sensed his physical condition and immediately understood that the effect of the Return to the Dark Realm was to change the environment, transforming all surrounding matter into dark matter.

"If you used this move against someone else, it might not be very effective, but don't forget, I'm already used to fighting in this state."

"Is that really so? Father, the kind of fighting you're used to is moving in the Void and emerging from it the instant you attack the enemy. So all your martial arts techniques are from the Prime Material Plane. Do you know how to fight in the Void Dark Realm?"

After exchanging thoughts, Lin Qingluo immediately launched an offensive, instantly reversing the situation and firmly suppressing Lin Xiu, as she was now far superior in experience and skill.

Although Lin Xiu possessed the cultivation level of Spirit Transformation cultivator, in the Void Darkness state, the physical rules were completely different from those of the Prime Material Plane. His past martial arts techniques would undergo subtle differences, leaving him with numerous flaws.

He was like someone who had fallen into the sea; although he could swim and hold his breath for a long time, he still seemed incredibly clumsy compared to real marine life.

Lin Xiu realized that he was about to die.

But he didn't feel frustrated; instead, he felt a sense of satisfaction, as if he had been looking forward to this day ever since he discovered his daughter's extraordinary talent.

The darkness dissipated, and everything returned to normal, as if the torn pieces of a canvas were being pieced back together.

Lin Qingluo exited the state of darkness. Her face was pale, and her body swayed. She was almost completely exhausted in terms of her power, physical strength, and spirit.

Lin Xiu did not appear; he disappeared into the darkness.

"Qingluo, you did it!"

A familiar voice rang out beside her. Lin Qingluo turned her head and saw Yu Shuying, her best friend who had grown up with her.

Both were disciples of members of the Heaven's Will Palace, and they both harbored deep-seated blood feuds, which brought them together and made them inseparable best friends.

Initially, Yu Shuying made things difficult for Lin Qingluo, but after learning about Lin Qingluo's background, she developed a sense of kinship and put aside her grudges. In particular, Lin Qingluo's enemy was her biological father, who was in some ways more tragic than her. Moreover, Lin Qingluo never showed any bitterness or hatred, but instead often comforted her, which made her feel genuinely respectful.

"How are you feeling?" Yu Shuying asked with concern.

"How do I feel...? I can't say I'm happy, but I'm not sad either. I just feel much more relaxed, like when I got my college entrance exam results," Lin Qingluo pondered.

"Who asked you that! I asked if you were hurt!"

While channeling her True Qi, Yu Shuying checked Lin Qingluo's injuries.

At the same time, a figure plummeted from the distant sky, crashing to the ground with a loud thud; it was Si Ming.

He stood up, patted his butt, and acted as if nothing had happened. But when he turned around and saw Yu Shuying touching Lin Qingluo all over, he couldn't help but say irritably, "Hey you two, stop showing off your love at a time like this. Come help us! There are still quite a few remnants of the Blood Pupil Society. If we don't seize this opportunity to wipe them out, they might just spring up again in the future."

"Who's showing off their love? Are those two beads on your face just decorations? I thought you were just a little slow, but now it seems you have eye problems too. Didn't you realize I was healing Qingluo?"

"Alright, alright, I'll heal you then. I believe you, okay?"

Si Ming had an expression that said, "I don't believe you at all, but I'm too lazy to argue with you."

Yu Shuying sneered, "Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? As far as I know, most of the Grandmaster and Dark Maidens throughout history have been lovers. You clearly have ulterior motives towards Qingluo. Give up! I'm determined to get the position of Grandmaster, and I will never let a filthy man like you have it!"

Si Ming shook his head, turning around as he murmured, "Lilies are infinitely beautiful, but they can't bear children..."

Yu Shuying lashed out with her whip, striking Si Ming on the back with a crisp sound.

"Hey, a gentleman uses words, not fists. Hitting someone is going too far."

"So what if I hit you?"

"Try hitting it again?"

"I've never heard such a shameless request before, I'll grant it!"

"Damn, you're really going to hit me? Then I'll fight back."

"Come on, are you afraid of me?"

The two bickered and fought at the same time, gradually moving towards the outer edge of the battlefield where the fighting was still going on. Soon they charged into the crowd, and the residual force of their clash alone caused the enemy to fall to their knees.

Seeing this, Lin Qingluo's face showed a watchful smile.

Perhaps she had no other desires in this life; she was originally a person who was easily satisfied.

PS: The next volume will be about the Nation of Beauty.

Volume 5: True Scales Cast Shadows Around Golden Flowers

Chapter 261 A New Daily Routine

At the Mohist Knight Guard base's training ground, Si Ming was sparring with Pan De.

If it were half a year ago, it would have been a fierce clash between two beasts, a brutal and bloody battle. But now, while Pan De was as fierce and unparalleled as ever, his punches and palm strikes possessing the power to shatter jade and break gold, Si Ming had changed his style. His moves were all about using softness to overcome hardness, borrowing force, deflecting force, neutralizing force, and returning force, always avoiding the strong and attacking the weak.

On the battlefield, Si Ming took a step with his knees drawn up, and with a gentle flick of his palm, he used the technique of borrowing force to strike back. Pan De's towering body was propelled by Si Ming's force, and he couldn't stop his pace, rushing forward wildly.

Si Ming lunged forward, striking Pan De in the back with a soft palm strike. Pan De was only slightly startled before turning around as if nothing had happened and delivering a counter-attack.

"The Soft Palm technique lacks internal energy; to injure an enemy, one must use hidden force, striking in like a needle."

Si Ming reached out to meet the palm strike, but felt that the opponent's palm force was like the Yangtze River, rolling upwards, circulating repeatedly, without any breaks or flaws. It was no longer as fierce and powerful as before, but rather soft yet firm. His Cloud and Mist Palm immediately became ineffective, unable to take the person away as before. It only deflected half of the force, and the remaining force impacted his body, causing him to retreat three steps.

"Most top masters have mastered the technique of transforming extreme hardness into softness and extreme softness into hardness. They don't use it usually because they feel it's unnecessary or awkward to use, and they prefer to simply follow the path of hardness or softness. But not wanting to use it doesn't mean they can't use it; they will use it when necessary. Of course, you also have innate advantages. Few people who study soft skills will learn external martial arts, and those who study external martial arts won't have time to practice soft skills. But you happen to have both. Even if soft skills can't neutralize an attack, it's not a big deal for you to withstand some force."

As Pan De spoke, he unleashed a combination of force and gentleness, his fists flashing in succession.

At this moment, Si Ming spun around, his palm following his movement, spinning several times in a flash to deflect the opponent's hard force. However, the soft force that followed was difficult to neutralize.