Teaching Qiu Chan

Early the next morning, Jiang Yang quietly slipped out of Tang Ya's room, intending to return to Ye Qingwei's side, only to run right into Qiu Chan.

The woman was wearing a training outfit she had no idea where she had found, practicing swordsmanship in the living room.

"Worthy of my master—so full of energy!"

Qiu Chan froze for a moment when she saw Jiang Yang emerge from Tang Ya's room, then a mischievous look appeared on her face.

"Ahem, why aren't you asleep? What are you doing here?"

Jiang Yang looked embarrassed. Why did it have to be such a coincidence every time?

His master's dignity had been shattered beyond repair, but Jiang Yang could no longer worry about that.

Things were still unstable with Ye Qingwei. If Qiu Chan accidentally let something slip, his harem would catch fire before it had even taken shape.

Qiu Chan continued practicing her swordsmanship as if nothing had happened, then said, "Master, if you have the time, shouldn't you fulfill some of your duty to impart knowledge and resolve doubts?"

"I can pretend I didn't see what happened today, but how about you train me for an hour every day?"

Qiu Chan smiled faintly.

She did not care whose room Jiang Yang had come out of. All she cared about was whether Jiang Yang could teach her something real.

As soon as she said that, Jiang Yang immediately smiled. "Although you haven't formally become my disciple yet, it wouldn't hurt to teach you a thing or two. Come on, follow me to the Meeting Room!"

He had been worrying about having no chance to spend time alone with Qiu Chan, yet she had unexpectedly taken the initiative.

Jiang Yang was practically bursting with joy, and he also gained a better understanding of Qiu Chan's temperament.

This girl did not care about his private life. She was more interested in what she could learn from him.

Just like what she had said before: only someone who could beat her would have a chance to date her.

Jiang Yang wore a smile, but once they arrived at the Meeting Room, he suddenly realized that he had nothing to teach Qiu Chan.

He did not know any combat techniques or National Martial Arts. At that thought, Jiang Yang's expression fell.

He had been so focused on agreeing that he had forgotten he did not know anything at all.

Meanwhile, Qiu Chan looked at Jiang Yang with an excited expression, seemingly waiting for her first lesson.

Faced with Qiu Chan's gaze, Jiang Yang's eyes narrowed as his mind raced wildly.

As the saying went—if you didn't speak, you looked like an expert.

In Qiu Chan's eyes, her master must have been preparing something.

But two or three minutes passed, and Jiang Yang was still pacing around aimlessly. Qiu Chan grew impatient, though she continued to endure it. Experts all had some strange habits.

What if Jiang Yang's lesson had already begun?

With that thought, Qiu Chan focused on Jiang Yang's footwork. He had been wandering around this entire time, without any discernible pattern. Could he be teaching her footwork?

"Master Jiang, are you teaching me footwork?"

Qiu Chan spoke up. She truly could not see anything special about Jiang Yang's steps. They were simply chaotic, with no rhythm whatsoever.

Perhaps that was what made his footwork unique. If there were no trace to follow, no one could predict his position in advance.

Footwork?

Why was she making things up on her own now?

Jiang Yang was frantic, terrified that Qiu Chan would discover he knew nothing, but he had not expected her to come up with an explanation herself.

"Yes, yes, yes. Today, I'm teaching you footwork. Watch carefully."

Jiang Yang's expression turned solemn as he began using everything he knew to demonstrate footwork for Qiu Chan.

It was actually very simple. As long as he showed off his maximum speed, Qiu Chan would naturally imagine all sorts of things.

As for him, he only needed to admire Qiu Chan's perfect face while demonstrating.

Still, even looking at a beauty for too long could get tiring. It would be nice if Qiu Chan changed into a different outfit.

At that thought, Jiang Yang began entertaining improper ideas. Qiu Chan still had one more assessment to complete.

"Ahem, Qiu Chan, we'll stop the footwork demonstration here. Do you remember your assessment?"

"Go change into a nice-looking outfit."

Jiang Yang waved his hand. Qiu Chan's assessment was not over yet, so he could not teach her too much.

Qiu Chan said nothing. She merely nodded and went to change.

For an entire hour, she watched Jiang Yang walk around for an entire hour, yet she failed to understand anything.

Moreover, Jiang Yang moved very quickly, and there were some details she had not seen clearly.

Helplessly, Qiu Chan could only blame herself. Her comprehension must not have been good enough.

"Wait, Master's meaning is... could he be reminding me that speed is the most important thing in footwork?"

After Qiu Chan left, Jiang Yang finally let out a sigh of relief. Just then, the system suddenly gave him a notification.

Caused the Son of the Plane to lose a fortuitous opportunity.

Ability range increased.

What was going on?

Jiang Yang was somewhat baffled. After a moment, he realized this was the question he had asked the system last night.

The system's delay after a whole night was a bit much.

Jiang Yang curled his lips and closed his eyes, beginning to sense the water elements around him. The range of his ability had increased by ten meters.

At that moment, Jiang Yang could clearly sense Ye Qingwei's physical condition in the room next to the Meeting Room.

Roughly sixty percent of the human body was water. By observing the water elements inside Ye Qingwei's body, Jiang Yang could determine her physical state.

Then he sensed Qiu Chan approaching the Meeting Room. The water elements within her body were flowing rapidly, as though she was excited.

It seemed there was still plenty of room to develop his ability.

Jiang Yang looked toward the Meeting Room entrance. In his perception, Qiu Chan had already arrived at the door.

With a creak, the Meeting Room door was pushed open.

Slit Cheongsam and Black Stockings—Jiang Yang's blood began to race as well.

Two hours later, Jiang Yang led everyone downstairs and headed straight for a nearby Apocalypse Store.

Jiang Yang had never dealt with an Apocalypse Store before, and he was feeling excited. But when they arrived, they discovered a group of armed people surrounding it.

"Chen Ke?"

Jiang Yang looked inside the Apocalypse Store. Chen Ke and Mo Li were browsing the merchandise, but it seemed the Apocalypse Coins on them were insufficient. They kept picking through the items.

Not enough Apocalypse Coins? I have them!

A confident smile appeared on Jiang Yang's face as he led the group toward the store.

"Stop! Our boss is inside!"

Several people blocked Jiang Yang's path, only to drop to their knees and curl into Crawfish shapes the next instant.

Jiang Yang's gaze turned cold. "Does your family own this store? Your boss can go in, but I can't?"

Qiu Chan stood behind Jiang Yang, her eyes shining. She had not even seen Jiang Yang make his move in that instant.

Sure enough, in all martial arts under heaven, speed was the only thing that could not be overcome!

He had not been brushing her off this morning. Her comprehension was simply lacking.

Qiu Chan clenched her fists. If her comprehension was lacking, then she would practice more. She believed diligence could make up for clumsiness!