Five Years Training Waist, Three Years Training Kidneys

In the bedroom, the girl's red lips parted slightly, and her beautiful red eyes widened even further as she stared at the man in the living room—the man she had pitied just moments ago—with utter disbelief.

She had practiced the Yin Yang Polarization Hand for so long without making much progress, yet this guy had learned it after watching it once? Besides, it was not even a question of whether one could learn it after seeing it once. Where had he gotten the move software and cultivation meridians?

"How did you know the Yin Yang Polarization Hand?"

Ji Qinglin replied blankly:

"Didn't you just teach me?"

The Red-Eyed Girl nearly spat blood when she heard that. So he knew I had only just taught him? And without the components and move software, he shouldn't have been able to learn it at all!

"Impossible! How exactly did you learn it? Did you install Yin Yang Polarization Hand software too? Is there a cracked version in Bangkok?"

As she spoke, the Red-Eyed Girl prepared to get out of bed. But the feeling in her left leg had not fully returned, and she nearly fell before sitting back down.

Ji Qinglin also realized he had misspoken. Smiling, he walked into the room and explained, "How could I afford a Cultivation Suit or move software? I only installed a simulated suit on myself. It can imitate the moves I see, but it only copies the appearance to bluff people. It has no practical use at all."

Though the Red-Eyed Girl still had her doubts, that seemed to be the only reasonable explanation.

Otherwise, her twenty years of modern cultivation common sense would be completely shattered.

Ji Qinglin changed the subject at the right moment. "How does your leg feel?"

"It's still recovering, but I should be able to move around in another two or three hours."

When Ji Qinglin sat down beside the bed, Coal Boss on his shoulder grew bolder as well, flying straight before the Red-Eyed Girl and looking her up and down.

"Your bird is pretty cute. Does it have a name?"

Not wanting to reveal any personal information, Ji Qinglin answered casually:

"It's called Beggar Chicken."

Not only the Red-Eyed Girl, but Coal Boss froze as well. Caw? "You've always lived here?"

"Why are you asking?"

As her left leg gradually recovered, the Red-Eyed Girl's tone softened slightly. "I was only thinking that, after I get through this calamity, I should thank you properly for helping me today."

Ji Qinglin thought that he absolutely could not tell her where he lived. After all, his helping hand today had really been a "hand" indeed. Who knew whether she might retaliate afterward? So he made something up. "Put the favor on my tab for now. I didn't expect anything from fugitives like you anyway. I live here, but I spend most of my time working in Bangkok."

"Hmph. I'll naturally repay what I owe. At the very least, I won't let you suffer a loss."

"What? Are you planning to press me beneath you too and shake the bed?"

"You! Shameless!"

The matter she had barely managed to shove to the back of her mind was dragged out again by Ji Qinglin's two sentences. The Red-Eyed Girl's face, which had only just returned to normal, flushed crimson once more. This guy is quite handsome, but his mouth is truly venomous.

With a cold snort, she grabbed Coal Boss, who had just acquired the title of "Beggar Chicken," and scooted backward, absentmindedly stroking his black feathers.

Coal Boss, who recognized milk as his mother, did not resist much. Instead, he edged even closer, looking left and pecking right.

Under these circumstances, neither knew the other's identity, so neither dared rest easily.

Beep, beep—

Just as Ji Qinglin was about to find another topic, the little box at the Red-Eyed Girl's waist beeped twice. Ji Qinglin recognized it as a communicator popular on the black market. It only had positioning and messaging functions. Though its functions were simple, it could only be used with matching devices, so it was almost impossible to track.

After reading the message on the communicator, the Red-Eyed Girl visibly relaxed. She looked up and said, "The person coming to get me will be here soon."

Perhaps worried that it would look improper for the person coming to find her to see her sitting in someone else's bedroom in this state, the Red-Eyed Girl set aside Coal Boss, who was reluctant to leave her arms, threw back the blanket, and climbed down.

But since her left leg had not fully recovered, she limped as she walked. Seeing this, Ji Qinglin could only see Buddha through to the western sky. He stepped forward to support her and helped her to the sofa in the living room.

That message seemed to have brought the Red-Eyed Girl great comfort. It was obvious that she was no longer as tense as before.

She had practically felt her way into the courtyard in the dark earlier, so she had not carefully examined the living room. Now that she looked, the place was simple but fairly clean and tidy. The bookcase to one side held quite a few materials, and several books had even been tossed onto the sofa.

Truly, the poor pursued literature while the rich pursued martial arts. Though his life was somewhat shabby, he could keep plowing and reading without interruption. That showed this young man was still ambitious.

With that thought, the Red-Eyed Girl casually picked up two books to see what they were about. Yet the moment she opened them, she froze.

"Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Postures Mini-Album." "Five Years Training Waist, Three Years Training Kidneys." What... what were these? The illustrations were even quite detailed. Could the entire bookcase be filled with this kind of book? No wonder he was so frivolous!

He had collected so many books. Could it be that this guy wanted to use them to train certain aspects of his abilities, hook up with a wealthy Bangkok woman, and skip several decades of detours? Well, with a face that handsome, it was possible. But his character and that mouth of his... Hearing the girl say that the person coming for her would arrive soon, the wary Ji Qinglin kept a closer eye on the entrance, afraid that Guard Team members might be lying in wait like rabbits by a tree stump. He did not notice that the girl beside him had begun flipping through the books on the sofa and was studying him with a peculiar look.

When he turned back, he was startled too. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

The Red-Eyed Girl sneered and tossed "Five Years Training Waist, Three Years Training Kidneys" aside. "No wonder you're so lecherous and wicked. You've kept so many indecent 'study materials.'"

Ji Qinglin naturally knew what those books were. He cleared his throat and explained solemnly:

"These books aren't mine."

Having finally found an opening for a personal attack, the Red-Eyed Girl naturally would not let it go. In a strange, mocking tone, she said, "I understand. They must belong to some friend you've never met, right?"

Ji Qinglin could not be bothered to explain. Just as he was about to go outside and take a look, he heard a vehicle stop beyond the small courtyard. But when he looked up, he saw no lights at all.

"Looks like the person coming for you is here."

"Are you changing the subject?"

Ji Qinglin helplessly turned back and glared at the Red-Eyed Girl. But when he turned around again, he discovered that a lean Black Shadow had silently leaped into the courtyard at some point. Like a ghostly specter, it made no sound as it touched the ground and was flying toward him.

Ji Qinglin was no longer the same as before. The instant the thought of evading arose, the Big Dipper Map opened in response.

The lean Black Shadow reached out with his left hand, seemingly intending to seize Ji Qinglin by the throat. But with the Big Dipper Map's intelligent evasion function activated, Ji Qinglin leaned his head back and sprang sideways, barely dodging the sudden grab. Once he steadied himself, he immediately drew the pistol at his waist.

Yet the lean Black Shadow had no intention of pursuing him. Seeing that his strike had missed but that he had forced the other party back, he flashed over at once and shielded the Red-Eyed Girl behind him.

Only then did Ji Qinglin get a clear look at the newcomer. He was an old man dressed in a crisp black Tang suit, half a head shorter than Ji Qinglin and extraordinarily thin. Even after barging in like that, not a strand of his gray-white hair was out of place. He had an eight-shaped mustache, and though his face bore the marks of time, his hawk-like eyes locked onto Ji Qinglin with crushing pressure.

Before Ji Qinglin could ask anything, the Red-Eyed Girl explained:

"Uncle Mo, don't be nervous. He helped me."