The Old Dojo Master's Intentions, Arhat Fist Initiated!!

What? He had only broken through to the Blood Qi Realm half a month ago?

For a moment, even Lan Linglong's expression shifted slightly.

Outside the hall, the Heaven and Earth Dojo disciples who had been secretly peering through the windows also gradually fell silent.

He had broken through to the Blood Qi Realm half a month ago?

And now he was already at the Fourth Layer of Blood Qi?

While that speed was not utterly heaven-defying, those with slightly better talent could achieve it as well if paired with sufficient cultivation resources.

But...

Looking at Lu Sheng's clothes, he did not seem like someone particularly wealthy at all.

And if Lu Sheng had money, why would he come to the Heaven and Earth Dojo to obtain free martial arts?

For a moment, even the look in Wang Lin's eyes as he regarded Lu Sheng changed ever so slightly.

Reaching the Fourth Layer of Blood Qi in half a month—this speed was undeniably astonishing.

At the very least, Wang Lin could not do it.

"Bone age eighteen, Perfect Foundation..."

As though he had not noticed the changes in everyone else's expressions, the Old Dojo Master merely examined Lu Sheng's body. Sharp gleams burst from his aged eyes from time to time.

Under the Old Dojo Master's gaze, Lu Sheng's scalp went numb. It felt as though everything about him had already been seen through by the old man before him.

Ordinarily, having one's cultivation seen through was nothing much, but the other party could even tell when he had broken through to the Blood Qi Realm.

That method was somewhat terrifying!

No wonder he was the most mysterious person in Cloud City!

Lan Linglong glanced at Lu Sheng, then at the Old Dojo Master. Seeing the thoughtful expression on her master's face, a flicker of surprise appeared in her beautiful eyes.

Based on her understanding of her teacher over all these years, whenever the Old Dojo Master showed such an expression...

He was likely harboring some thoughts already!

At this thought, Lan Linglong's heart stirred slightly, though she did not show it.

Although Lu Sheng's cultivation speed was rather fast, becoming her junior disciple brother...

Would not be so simple!

Sure enough, the Old Dojo Master's voice slowly rang out the next moment.

"What martial art do you want?"

The Old Dojo Master's gaze settled upon Lu Sheng, his eyes seeming as though they wanted to see through him completely.

Hearing this, Lu Sheng did not hesitate in the slightest. "A fist technique!"

The talent he had refreshed this time was Fist Master. Naturally, he wanted to make good use of it, raise his ranking in the Martial Arts Class, and obtain more resources.

Since the Old Dojo Master had put it that way, Lu Sheng did not stand on ceremony.

"A fist technique..."

The Old Dojo Master sank into thought. A moment later, he turned his palm slightly, and a yellowed book appeared in his hand.

Several large characters were clearly printed upon its cover.

"Arhat Fist"!

Wang Lin's pupils immediately constricted slightly when he saw this martial art.

Lan Linglong, standing beside him, revealed an astonished look when she saw the Arhat Fist in the Old Dojo Master's hand.

She knew that this Arhat Fist was no ordinary Blood Qi Realm martial art. It was a Blood Refining Martial Art, above Blood Qi Martial Arts!

A martial art that only Blood Refining Martial Artists could cultivate to mastery!

Of course, certain monstrously gifted prodigies could initiate it while still in the Blood Qi Realm. But to cultivate it to mastery required an exceptionally terrifying level of talent.

At least, Lan Linglong had never seen such a monster before!

Sure enough, Teacher wants to test Lu Sheng. But... isn't using a Blood Refining Martial Art to test him a little too difficult?

Lan Linglong could not help thinking.

Though Lan Linglong thought so, she did not stop her teacher. After all, becoming her junior disciple brother was no easy matter.

At this thought, anticipation also surfaced in Lan Linglong's heart.

While Lan Linglong was thinking this, the Heaven and Earth Dojo disciples outside the hall had already become somewhat noisy.

"It's actually a Blood Refining Realm martial art. What does Teacher want to do? Normally, shouldn't he only give out a Blood Qi Martial Art?"

"No, Lu Sheng's talent may be decent, but he still hasn't undergone a Martial Arts Talent test. By rights, Teacher shouldn't be taking out a martial art at all!"

"Could it be... Teacher wants to test him?"

Outside the hall, quite a few dojo disciples whispered among themselves, discussing the Arhat Fist in the Old Dojo Master's hand.

"But isn't this test far too difficult? Even among all the Outer Disciples of our dojo, those who can initiate this martial art in the Blood Qi Realm are as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns!"

"Exactly. What is Teacher really planning?"

Everyone was deeply puzzled.

Inside the hall, the Old Dojo Master handed the Arhat Fist to Lu Sheng and said calmly, "Do not blame this old man for failing to warn you. This Arhat Fist is a Blood Refining Martial Art. If you can initiate it within a day, this old man will grant you a great fortune! If you cannot, then today's matter ends here. You will not receive even a Blood Qi Martial Art!"

"Of course, you may also give up this opportunity, choose any Blood Qi Martial Art from this old man, and leave."

"The choice is entirely yours."

After saying that, the Old Dojo Master fixed his gaze on Lu Sheng, wanting to see how he would choose.

"A Blood Refining Martial Art..."

Lu Sheng's gaze immediately locked onto the Arhat Fist, unable to move away.

This was a Blood Refining Martial Art. In the Black Market, it could sell for a sky-high six-figure price, yet now it had appeared right before him.

Lu Sheng licked his lips, and a fervent light rose in his eyes.

As for the Old Dojo Master's words...

Lu Sheng selectively cast them aside. With the boost of Fist Master, he might not be unable to initiate it.

Besides, Lu Sheng wanted to see just where the limits of Fist Master lay!

Without any hesitation, Lu Sheng took the Arhat Fist, sat cross-legged on the ground by himself, and began flipping through it.

Dense rows of words filled the pages. Lu Sheng was completely drawn in after merely one glance at its contents.

As Lu Sheng delved deeper into the text, a blurry figure seemed to appear in his mind. He could vaguely make out its appearance—it seemed to be Lu Sheng himself.

As Lu Sheng studied the Arhat Fist, the figure in his mind actually began practicing the moves within it, every movement precise and methodical.

For a time, all of Lu Sheng's attention fell upon the figure in his mind, and he no longer noticed anything in the outside world.

As Lu Sheng observed the figure's movements in his mind, many insights regarding the Arhat Fist could not help surfacing in his heart.

It was as though he had already practiced the Arhat Fist for a very long time.

Meanwhile, in the outside world.

Seeing Lu Sheng completely oblivious to everything around him, a trace of approval appeared in the Old Dojo Master's aged eyes.

The reason he had said those things just now was merely to test Lu Sheng's temperament.

If Lu Sheng had chosen the second option, perhaps their fated connection would have ended there.

But if Lu Sheng chose the first option, then even if he failed to initiate the Arhat Fist within a day, the Old Dojo Master would not be stingy with a Blood Qi Martial Art.

Originally, the Old Dojo Master had thought Lu Sheng would hesitate for a while. Who would have thought that Lu Sheng would choose the first option without the slightest hesitation?

Such temperament was something the Old Dojo Master rather appreciated.

"Teacher... are you planning to find me a Junior Disciple Brother?"

At this moment, Lan Linglong sat beside the Old Dojo Master and asked gently.

The instant those words came out, shock appeared on Wang Lin's face. He stared at the Old Dojo Master in horror.

What?

The Old Dojo Master was going to accept a disciple?

For a moment, countless complicated emotions flashed through Wang Lin's heart. He looked complicatedly at Lu Sheng, who was studying the Arhat Fist beside him.

One had to know that, in order to enter under the Old Dojo Master's tutelage back then, he had paid no small price. Even so, he had only become an Outer Disciple and might not receive the Old Dojo Master's guidance even once a year.

Yet Lu Sheng had actually made the Old Dojo Master entertain thoughts of taking him as a disciple!

Was this not... far too absurd?

Hearing Lan Linglong's words, the Old Dojo Master smiled and stroked his beard. "It is still too early to say such things. Whether he can become your Junior Disciple Brother depends on this boy's performance next!"

"Although Arhat Fist is not a particularly powerful martial art among Blood Refining Martial Arts, if someone without any foundation in fist techniques cultivates it, they may not even be able to initiate it after several months!"

"To initiate it within a day is exceedingly difficult. Your teacher merely saw that this little fellow's cultivation speed and foundation were exceptionally perfect, so I entertained a few thoughts. Everything... can wait until after today."

Hearing the Old Dojo Master's words, Lan Linglong nodded as well. Lu Sheng had indeed made the Old Dojo Master entertain some thoughts, but just as he said, whether Lu Sheng could become his disciple was still unknown!

However...

Just as Lan Linglong was about to reopen the book in her hands to pass the time, Lu Sheng, who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly rose to his feet. A trace of clarity surfaced in his eyes.

"Hmm?"

The Old Dojo Master narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze instantly fell upon Lu Sheng.

Yet when he sensed Lu Sheng's aura, the Old Dojo Master's pupils suddenly contracted sharply.

He saw...

Lu Sheng take a step forward. A powerful surge of Blood Qi erupted from his body, then gathered upon his fist.

He violently thrust it forward!

Clang!

In an instant, it was as though a Sanskrit chant had exploded into being. Lu Sheng's fist instantly tore through the air before him.

Then, the Old Dojo Master's cry of shock rang out at once.

"Strength fierce and unyielding, Sanskrit sound suddenly appearing..."

"Th-this is the sign of Arhat Fist initiation!!!"