Xiao Wu Returns, A Filler Chapter

"What?" No one had found it surprising that Ya Li was a support-type Soul Master. After all, she looked so beautiful and gentle, naturally giving people a sense of warmth.

But a support-type Limit Douluo?

"Hiss—"

Just who was Luo Chuan? Two Limit Douluo actually followed him.

Ning Rongrong covered her little mouth. Luo Chuan then said to Ma Hongjun, "Fatty, you can train under Senior Yun Ming. He's a power-attack-type Limit Douluo, a Demigod Level powerhouse. He's more than capable of guiding you."

"No, I'm following you! I don't know what you and Zhu Qing are going into the Small Woods for. I'm following you so you can't do anything bad."

Ning Rongrong shook her head. She could ask Ya Li for guidance at any time, but if she let Luo Chuan get away, she would never catch him again.

Over the past two days, Ning Rongrong had been frantically urging the workers on. Their new house would be ready to move into tomorrow night. It was all to deny Luo Chuan and Zhu Zhuqing any chance to be alone together.

"Rong Rong, wh-what nonsense are you talking about? There's nothing between Luo Chuan and me."

"Zhu Qing, your face is all red." Ning Rongrong stared at Zhu Zhuqing's cheeks, then turned to Luo Chuan with the look of someone catching an affair.

In the distance, Yun Ming and Ya Li stood side by side, smiling as they watched Ning Rongrong make a fuss. "That girl seems to have feelings for the Hall Master too."

"It's not just seems. She simply hasn't figured out her own feelings yet. Sometimes, the seeds of love are planted without one even noticing." Ya Li gazed at Yun Ming with adoration in her beautiful eyes and slowly nestled into his embrace.

"I wasn't planning to do anything bad. I only wanted Zhu Qing to practice a movement technique." Luo Chuan was helpless, but Ning Rongrong refused to let it go. Clinging to his arm, she said, "Then I can practice it too."

"You? I haven't figured out how to teach it yet. I'm using Zhu Qing as a test subject. With your little body, you'd be crippled after only a few tries."

"..." Ning Rongrong pouted. It seemed she had been looked down on again.

Zhu Zhuqing was also curious about the movement technique Luo Chuan intended to teach her, but her personality was more reserved. She could not bring herself to act like Ning Rongrong. She simply waited quietly.

"Fine, then I'll teach you together. Just watch how I deal with you!" Luo Chuan looked at Ma Hongjun and Oscar. "Xiao Ao, Fatty, go make some wooden stakes and bury them in the clearing according to the markings I left."

"Alright!" Oscar was full of enthusiasm. Since joining Luo Shen Hall, the earth-shaking changes he had undergone had filled him with a sense of belonging. He also grew increasingly respectful of Luo Chuan, the Hall Master.

The stakes were as thick as bowls. They were buried in the ground, with half a meter left sticking above the surface.

Ning Rongrong still refused to let go of Luo Chuan's arm, making Zhu Zhuqing feel quite uncomfortable. But due to her personality, she would not take the initiative to hold Luo Chuan's other arm.

"Still completely unremarkable, little girl." Luo Chuan pulled his arm from Ning Rongrong's embrace without any reluctance. If it had been Zhu Zhuqing, he definitely would have lingered a while longer.

Ning Rongrong raised her fist, but it was not threatening in the slightest. Instead, she received a flick on the forehead.

"Alright, I'll demonstrate the Lingbo Micro Step for you."

"The Lingbo Micro Step uses movement to cultivate Soul Power. Stepping through all sixty-four variations completes one cycle, and the Soul Power will likewise circulate through one full cycle.

Therefore, every time you complete the Lingbo Micro Step, your Soul Power will increase a little.

Practicing this footwork will not delay your Soul Power cultivation. On the contrary, it will aid it. More importantly, this footwork contains sixty-four variations. Its paths are difficult to predict. Whether used to evade, fight enemies, or flee, it is an exceptionally troublesome footwork technique."

Luo Chuan stepped onto the wooden stakes. He took one step and inhaled, then another step and exhaled. He repeated this cycle. After completing the sixty-four transformations, Luo Chuan went through them once more.

His speed changed from slow to fast, then gradually slowed again. Yet even at a slow pace, his movements were impossible to grasp. Countless afterimages appeared around him, as though he had split into several clones.

"What exquisite footwork." Yun Ming carefully observed Luo Chuan's Lingbo Micro Step, then used his powerful spiritual power to deduce it in his mind. The final result gave him quite a shock.

Even for him, the Lingbo Micro Step had a certain use. Forget actual combat—simply practicing it several times each day would increase one's Soul Power somewhat.

"Remember the order in which I land. First, memorize the pattern of my transformations." Luo Chuan taught the finer details of the Lingbo Micro Step bit by bit, replacing the terms related to the Eight Trigrams with descriptions of transformations.

"Hall Master, may I give it a try?" Unable to restrain his curiosity, Yun Ming stepped forward and asked.

"Of course. It would be even better if Senior Yun Ming can deduce an effective way to teach this footwork."

Yun Ming stepped forward and slowly walked across the wooden stakes.

Luo Chuan had arranged these stakes according to the trigrams and footwork patterns of the Lingbo Micro Step, using them to assist with training.

Yun Ming's spiritual power was formidable, and he had already memorized Luo Chuan's footwork. He slowly completed one circuit, made slight adjustments, then went through it once again.

His speed grew faster and faster, his movements increasingly skilled and natural.

Luo Chuan nodded slightly. Yun Ming truly deserved to be a Limit Douluo comparable to a Demigod. His talent was exceptional.

Once Yun Ming stopped, Luo Chuan asked, "Senior Yun Ming, can you teach it?"

Yun Ming gently shook his head. "Though I have learned it, I do not understand the principles within. If I am to teach it, I will need several days to study it."

Upon hearing that, Luo Chuan directly handed the Lingbo Micro Step manual to Yun Ming. "Senior Yun Ming, study it. Their Lingbo Micro Step training will be up to you."

As he spoke, Luo Chuan swaggered over to a wooden bench in the plaza and lay down. Before long, steady breathing could be heard.

Yun Ming lived up to expectations. After receiving the manual, he began teaching after studying it for only an hour.

Everyone was highly motivated to learn the Lingbo Micro Step. One after another, they rushed to practice, and their efficiency was astonishingly high.

By evening, Luo Chuan opened his eyes and saw Zhu Zhuqing still pacing across the wooden stakes. She could already make preliminary use of the Lingbo Micro Step.

"Zhu Qing, it's time to rest." Luo Chuan stretched, his expression clear and alert, without the slightest appearance of having just woken up.

The moment Zhu Zhuqing heard the word rest, her face immediately reddened. She nervously glanced at Ning Rongrong before giving a small nod. "Alright. The cafeteria should have dinner ready."

However, before they could eat and rest, Xiao Wu arrived at the academy.

Xiao Wu walked slowly, but she finally reached Shrek today.

Everyone looked at Xiao Wu, then exchanged glances before focusing their gazes on Luo Chuan.

"Xiao Wu, why are you back?" Luo Chuan was rather curious too. Had this little rabbit eaten a bear's heart and leopard's gall?

Xiao Wu had already prepared her excuse. With a flattering smile on her face, she came before Luo Chuan and said, "I-I need to cultivate too. Soul beasts that have taken human form need to stay close to humans in order to cultivate into true humans.

"I-I want to join Luo Shen Hall."

"Xiao San has always considered me his rival, yet you want to join my Luo Shen Hall. Tell me, did someone from the Star Dou Great Forest send you here to get close to me?"

Luo Chuan did not even need to think before he guessed Xiao Wu's true reason for coming. Hearing this, Xiao Wu's face turned crimson with embarrassment. For a moment, she had no idea how to hide it, since Luo Chuan had guessed the truth exactly.