Arhat Fist at Perfection!

Cloud City. A massive courtyard sat quietly near the city walls.

Above the courtyard gates, two characters had been inscribed in sweeping strokes like dancing dragons and soaring phoenixes.

"Bai Family"

Inside a study in the Bai Family residence.

Bai Mo sat in a chair with a gloomy expression. Looking at the vessels arranged on the table, he suddenly felt an incomparably fierce rage surge up within him for no reason at all.

With a violent sweep of his hand, the vessels that had been lying quietly on the tabletop were knocked to the floor.

Smash!

The vessels hit the ground and shattered into pieces.

"Lu Sheng..."

Bai Mo's gaze was dark and sinister, like that of a man-eating lion.

Everything that had happened today kept flashing through Bai Mo's mind.

First, Lu Sheng had beaten him to the punch and defeated a Martial Arts Puppet at the Blood Qi Layer Eight, stealing all the limelight. Then Chen Zhen had summoned Lu Sheng alone.

Although Bai Mo did not know what Chen Zhen had said to Lu Sheng, the chance to build a relationship with the Martial Arts Class instructor was, in Bai Mo's eyes, clearly something that should have belonged to him.

Yet Lu Sheng had gotten there first.

Afterward, Chu Yanran, who had always cultivated alongside him, had actually used an utterly lame excuse to reject him for Lu Sheng's sake!

As the eldest young master of the Bai Family, blessed with exceptional talent, Bai Mo had stood above his peers ever since becoming a martial artist.

Yet he had suffered a loss at the hands of an orphan like Lu Sheng.

How could Bai Mo possibly endure that?

For a moment, flames blazed in Bai Mo's heart, threatening to burn Lu Sheng to ashes.

"Someone, get in here!!"

Bai Mo let out a low roar.

At once, the study door slowly opened, and an ordinary-looking middle-aged man walked in.

The middle-aged man entered expressionlessly, then gave Bai Mo a slight bow.

"Young Master!"

Bai Mo looked at the man before him, and a trace of ruthlessness surfaced in his eyes.

"Go. Get rid of that Lu Sheng for me. I don't want to see that bastard appear before me again!"

Bai Mo practically ground his teeth as he spoke viciously.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "Young Master, Lu Sheng has already become a martial artist. Although he has not yet been registered with the Martial Alliance, casually making a move against a martial artist... would be very troublesome!"

Although the Bai Family could be considered first-rate within Cloud City, dealing with a martial artist was not such an easy matter.

At the very least...

They could not act openly!

After all, martial artists held an extraordinarily lofty status. With Demons in existence, martial artists were the only weapons against them. If one casually killed a martial artist, then even if one was a stronger martial artist, one would still be punished by the Martial Alliance.

Not even the Bai Family was an exception!

"Hmph! I don't care what method you use! In any case... I don't want to see that bastard appear before me again!!"

Bai Mo snorted coldly, his gloomy gaze fixed on the middle-aged man.

"What? Has my family kept you for all these years only for you to fail at even such a small task?"

The middle-aged man fell silent. A helpless look appeared on his face, and he bowed again.

"Yes!"

Only then did the middle-aged man respectfully withdraw.

Once Bai Mo was the only one left in the study, the expression on his face grew increasingly savage.

"Lu Sheng! A mere orphan dares to steal this young master's limelight? In this Cloud City... I have far too many ways to kill you!"

Bai Mo's gloomy voice echoed through the study.

After leaving the Martial Arts Training Hall, Lu Sheng headed directly to the Heaven and Earth Dojo.

He had originally intended to leave the city, but it was almost evening now. If he went out at this time, he might not be able to get back in at night.

Once night fell, even with the token Lan Linglong had given him, entering the city would be extremely troublesome.

So Lu Sheng decided to cultivate at the dojo today.

Inside the training hall.

Lu Sheng stood alone in the spacious hall. After swallowing a Blood Qi Pill, he immediately felt the blood qi throughout his body stir.

Without delay, he began practicing "Arhat Fist."

After all, it was a Blood Refining Martial Art. Lu Sheng was only in the Blood Qi Realm, and even with the Fist Master bonus and Double Fist Comprehension, after a month, he had only cultivated it to major mastery.

There was still...

Some distance before perfection!

Lu Sheng drove one punch after another forward.

Golden radiance flickered faintly over his fists. In the haze, it even seemed as though deep and resounding Buddhist chants were exploding through the hall.

Outside the hall, quite a few Outer Disciples of the Heaven and Earth Dojo could hear the bursts of Buddhist chanting.

As they looked at Lu Sheng's figure within the hall, envy appeared in their eyes.

"As expected of Third Senior Brother. A month ago, he was only at the Fourth Layer of Blood Qi, yet now he's already at the Qi and Blood Seventh Layer. Judging by Third Senior Brother's strength... even Blood Qi Layer Eight martial artists might not be his match!"

"Isn't that so? A month ago, Third Senior Brother couldn't even get close to Senior Brother Wang Lin. But some time ago, when I saw Third Senior Brother sparring with Senior Brother Wang Lin, he could actually shake Senior Brother Wang Lin!"

"This talent... is simply terrifying!"

Outside the hall, the Outer Disciples of the Heaven and Earth Dojo could not help whispering among themselves.

They had naturally witnessed Lu Sheng's changes over the past month.

In merely one month, Lu Sheng seemed to have shed his old body and exchanged his bones. His progress had been terrifying, leaving many Outer Disciples dumbstruck.

"As expected of someone the Dojo Master took in as a disciple. It probably won't be long before Third Senior Brother breaks into the Blood Refining Realm!"

"Once he enters the Blood Refining Realm, among us Outer Disciples, only a handful will be able to surpass Third Senior Brother!"

Everyone watched Lu Sheng continuously practice his martial art and discussed him softly.

Meanwhile, Lu Sheng seemed unable to hear the discussions outside. He simply continued practicing "Arhat Fist" in silence.

As the Blood Qi Pill dissolved, it felt as though Lu Sheng possessed inexhaustible blood qi within his body, supporting his prolonged cultivation.

No one knew how much time had passed before Lu Sheng's body suddenly paused.

Immediately afterward, an exceedingly profound fluctuation spread from his body.

Buzzz!!

All of a sudden, a Buddhist chant erupted fiercely from Lu Sheng's body.

The majestic sound spread outward, so clearly that even the Outer Disciples outside the hall could hear it.

When they heard that Buddhist chant, disbelief appeared on every face, and they abruptly turned to look in Lu Sheng's direction.

They saw Lu Sheng slowly thrust out a punch.

Boom!!

The air ahead was instantly torn apart by an incomparably terrifying force, and the space before him became a vacuum in an instant.

Dazzling golden radiance flashed continuously across Lu Sheng's fist.

At that moment, Lu Sheng seemed to transform into a martial monk. While his body radiated a peaceful aura, the killing power contained in his fist was incomparably terrifying.

"This is..."

Quite a few Outer Disciples' pupils shrank at the sight.

"Buddha's light breaking through the body, carrying the might of an Arhat—th-this... this is clearly the sign of 'Arhat Fist' reaching perfection!!"

Suddenly, one Outer Disciple cried out in shock.

As that cry rang out, sharp intakes of breath immediately came from all directions.

Many Outer Disciples looked at Lu Sheng with overwhelming shock in their eyes.

"Arhat Fist" at perfection!

What kind of concept was that?

One had to know that "Arhat Fist" was a Blood Refining Martial Art. Even Blood Refining Realm martial artists needed a long time merely to get started with it, let alone cultivate it to perfection.

It could be said that for an ordinary Blood Refining Realm martial artist to cultivate a Blood Refining Martial Art to perfection, the time required would at least be measured in years.

And Lu Sheng...

He was only in the Blood Qi Realm!

Setting aside the fact that he had cultivated "Arhat Fist" to major mastery in just a month, he had even... just now, directly cultivated "Arhat Fist" to perfection.

Such speed...

Such talent...

It was simply terrifying!!

For a moment, beyond shock, everyone's eyes were completely filled with respect.

Lu Sheng's talent... had thoroughly won them over!

At this moment, Lu Sheng gradually awakened from that profound state. Feeling the changes in himself, a hint of delight also appeared in his eyes.

"'Arhat Fist' has reached perfection! Now, even if I face a Blood Qi Layer Nine Martial Arts Puppet again, I might be able to defeat it!"

Dazzling light flashed in Lu Sheng's eyes.

Though "Arhat Fist" had only advanced from major mastery to perfection, the increase in combat power it brought Lu Sheng was terrifying.

At the very least...

It was enough for Lu Sheng to defeat a Blood Qi Layer Nine Martial Arts Puppet. Of course, if it were a Blood Qi Layer Nine martial artist...

Even if he could not win, Lu Sheng would still be able to remain undefeated!

At that thought, the smile on Lu Sheng's face deepened.

"Today's gains were fairly good!"

Lu Sheng glanced outside the hall, only to discover that who knew how much time had passed. The sun in the Sky Curtain had already grown dim, as though it were about to set.

"Is it evening already?"

Lu Sheng raised an eyebrow slightly, then tidied up simply and prepared to leave the Heaven and Earth Dojo.

Yet when he stepped out of the hall, Lu Sheng discovered that the way the Outer Disciples of the Heaven and Earth Dojo around him looked at him seemed to have changed somewhat.

"Do I have flowers growing on my face?"

Lu Sheng muttered in confusion. He touched the tip of his nose and slowly left the Heaven and Earth Dojo beneath the gazes of the Outer Disciples.