Requests and the Madwoman

Requests and the Madwoman

With the help of a snap, Shi Jian successfully came back to his senses.

His eyes rolled, landing on Chen Sheng.

"Brother Chen, you—"

Shi Jian was about to say something.

But at that moment, the frozen disciples on the Martial Arts Training Field also gradually began to stir.

The next second, it was as though a stone had set off a thousand waves.

"Holy shit!!"

"Brother Chen, what happened to you?!"

"You heard it too, right? What I just heard?"

"What did you hear? I think I was hallucinating?"

Several disciples who had previously received Chen Sheng's guidance immediately gathered around him, bombarding him with questions.

Even those who did not know Chen Sheng whispered among themselves, their faces full of disbelief.

If it had merely been the emergence of a practitioner of Bright Force, there would not have been such a reaction.

After all,

more than half the disciples on the Martial Arts Training Field were Bright Force practitioners.

The reason they reacted so strongly

was because this Bright Force practitioner was Chen Sheng.

Chen Sheng, who had joined the martial arts school only a few days ago, and whose physique had been examined by the Head Instructor—revealing physical qualities barely better than an ordinary person's.

Therefore,

there were now only two possibilities.

Either Chen Sheng and the Head Instructor were putting on an act.

Or Chen Sheng's martial arts talent was not only monstrous, but his talent for sensing qi was also formidable—he simply had not displayed it before.

No one believed Li Xingwu was bored enough to do something like that.

That left only the second possibility.

Having figured this out,

those who had not intended to get too involved with Chen Sheng now looked at him with newfound interest.

As far as they knew, the only people who had made such progress during the initial few days of transformation

were the Personal Disciples Guo Yang and Li Qian.

Guo Yang was even stronger than Chen Sheng. On the second day after his awakening, he had directly crossed from Hidden Force into Transforming Force, and his physical qualities were absurdly powerful.

Li Qian's rate of progress was roughly similar to Chen Sheng's. In just three or four days, her physical qualities had risen from those of an ordinary person to the point where she could rival a Bright Force practitioner.

And her martial arts talent was nowhere near as monstrous as Chen Sheng's.

As for Wu Ran,

everyone deliberately chose to ignore him.

On the second day after joining the martial arts school, he had already been able to crush most of its disciples through physical strength alone.

As for how strong he was now, perhaps no one besides Li Xingwu and the other two Personal Disciples knew.

A monster like that was simply beyond comparison with ordinary humans.

But even so, in the eyes of the disciples, with Chen Sheng's talent for sensing qi and martial arts, becoming a Personal Disciple was practically a certainty.

While they still had the chance, naturally they had to establish a good relationship with him early.

Then, whether it was sparring with him or asking for his guidance, everything would be easier.

Otherwise, once Chen Sheng entered the inner court, it would be too late for them to try getting close to him.

With that in mind,

quite a few disciples gathered around Chen Sheng, hoping to get acquainted with him.

And so, the people Chen Sheng had failed to get to know in his two days at the martial arts school all introduced themselves to him within ten short minutes after he became a Bright Force practitioner.

It left him rather emotional.

"Brother Chen, looks like we brothers will be spending more time apart than together from now on."

After the crowd dispersed, Shi Jian came to Chen Sheng with a mournful expression.

"When you become a Personal Disciple, don't forget Little Shi."

"You have to remember those years when we knew and understood each other, supported each other through hardship, and treated each other with mutual respect—"

Smack! Before Shi Jian could finish, he took a blow to the back of the head.

"Get lost!"

Chen Sheng cursed with a laugh.

If Shi Jian kept talking, things were about to take a very strange turn.

"Whether I can become a Personal Disciple isn't up to you."

"Want to spar first?"

Chen Sheng invited Shi Jian.

Shi Jian accepted.

The two immediately began an intense sparring session.

Two hours later.

Seeing that it was almost time to spar with the Personal Disciples, the two stopped.

Chen Sheng looked at his panel.

Two hours of sparring had increased his agility attribute by 0.09, while his other two attributes had each risen by 0.02. Now that Chen Sheng's strength had been revealed, Shi Jian no longer needed to hold back so much during their sparring.

Therefore,

his attributes improved noticeably more than they had yesterday.

After a brief rest,

the doors at the far end of the Martial Arts Training Field opened.

Li Xingwu was still at the front, walking toward the tea table with his hands behind his back.

But today, there was an additional figure behind him.

Chen Sheng's face lit up.

It was his master, Li Chenghu.

The moment Li Chenghu entered, his gaze swept over all the disciples present.

Finally, it landed on Chen Sheng.

Chen Sheng waved.

Li Chenghu nodded and smiled.

Soon,

as Li Xingwu took his seat at the tea table,

the disciples gathered before him as well.

"Li Qian."

"Wu Ran."

"Guo Yang. Chen Sheng."

There was little difference from the previous two days.

Li Xingwu assigned the sparring partners as usual.

Li Chenghu had been standing off to the side in a daze when he suddenly heard his disciple's name.

He immediately looked at Chen Sheng, surprise flashing through his eyes.

This disciple of his

had become qualified to participate in sparring after only two days.

It truly gave him another pleasant surprise.

After all,

the Xingyi Five Elements Fist was far harder to practice than the San Ti Stance.

Li Chenghu quietly gave Chen Sheng a thumbs-up in approval.

After Li Xingwu finished making the assignments, the disciples dispersed.

The three Personal Disciples also prepared to head to their respective training areas.

Chen Sheng alone remained where he was.

The disciples naturally knew what he intended to do, but none of them said anything. They merely watched in silence.

If nothing unexpected happened,

from today onward, Chen Sheng would no longer practice on the Martial Arts Training Field alongside them.

"Do you need something?"

Li Xingwu had been about to drink his tea when he saw Chen Sheng still standing there.

"Head Instructor, I want to become a Personal Disciple."

Chen Sheng cupped his fists in salute.

The moment he said that,

Li Xingwu's hand froze as he raised the teacup.

Even the three Personal Disciples, who had been preparing to leave, stopped and turned their eyes toward Chen Sheng.

"What did you say?"

Li Xingwu frowned.

Though he was questioning Chen Sheng,

his eyes were glaring at Li Chenghu.

Clearly, in Li Xingwu's view, Chen Sheng had most likely been instructed by Li Chenghu.

But Li Chenghu was equally bewildered. He could only shrug, indicating that he knew nothing about it.

He had not expected Chen Sheng to suddenly say something like that either.

To become a Personal Disciple, one needed talent in both martial arts and sensing qi.

Chen Sheng's talent for sensing qi truly was lacking, so why would he suddenly say this now? Did he want to take advantage of Li Chenghu's presence and have him plead on his behalf? But as soon as the thought surfaced, Li Chenghu quickly cast it aside.

Although he had known Chen Sheng only briefly, and Chen Sheng could sometimes be rather unpredictable,

he did not believe Chen Sheng was someone so calculating.

With that thought, Li Chenghu looked at Chen Sheng and quietly waited for what came next.

"You think you deserve it?!"

However, before Li Xingwu could speak, a shrill, piercing voice suddenly rang out.

Chen Sheng looked up.

The speaker was Li Qian, her face displaying undisguised disgust.

Li Qian had always believed that these ordinary disciples of the martial arts school had no reason to exist.

With their level of talent, no matter how long they trained, any slightly stronger Qi Sense User could beat them to death.

And they wasted her time every day. It would be better to throw them all out so she would not have to look at them.

The glance Chen Sheng had given her yesterday had already displeased her.

If Li Xingwu had not stopped her then, she might even have taught Chen Sheng a lesson herself.

But now, this kind of trash actually dared to say he wanted to become a Personal Disciple, to stand on equal footing with her and share resources?

At that thought,

Li Qian felt even more disgusted, and her gaze toward Chen Sheng immediately turned fierce.

"What the hell are you?"

"You think you deserve to be a Personal Disciple?!"

The moment her words fell,

Whoosh! Li Qian shot toward Chen Sheng like an arrow loosed from a bow. Her expression was vicious as she raised her hand high and fiercely swung it toward Chen Sheng's face.