Zhenxing Martial Arts School

The next morning, Hua Qiang was dragged out of bed by Ye Bingxue at the crack of dawn.

He muttered and grumbled under his breath, his morning temper in full force.

Suddenly, a soft little hand rested on his ear and gently stroked it.

He instantly woke up, and his muttering came to an abrupt stop.

"Ah, what wonderful weather today—bright sunshine, gentle breeze... Ah, which family's great beauty is this?

She actually came to my home. Could it be that my eyes are playing tricks on me?"

Hehehehehe!

Ye Bingxue was so amused by Hua Qiang that she let out a string of chicken-like laughter.

"Brother, your ability to spout nonsense is getting better and better. The sun hasn't even gotten out of bed yet—where did this bright sunshine come from?"

"But what you said afterward was quite honest. I like it!"

"Alright, don't waste time. Hurry and eat breakfast, then we can head to Sister Mei Ting's martial arts school earlier."

"We took their money but still haven't even visited the place. That really doesn't seem right."

She felt like the hundred thousand yuan sitting in that account was burning a hole in her hand!

"Alright, the leader has spoken!"

After tossing out a bit of flattery, Hua Qiang pulled himself together and finished washing up at top speed.

He gulped down a few mouthfuls of porridge, then swallowed several large meat buns and patted his stomach.

Full!

Diao Xiaobai watched her master eat from the side, and an expression of finding a kindred spirit flickered across her face.

Hua Qiang did not notice it. Otherwise, he definitely would have slapped her.

Who was kindred spirits with you?

You were a beast, and he was a human!

Don't lump them together.

By now, there was no trace of fat left on him. He had the perfectly standard build of a handsome man.

Every muscle on his body brimmed with strength—slim in clothes, muscular out of them!

As Ye Bingxue looked at Hua Qiang's figure, her eyes practically gleamed with golden light, joy written all over her brows and eyes.

She had never disliked Hua Qiang when he had been fat. Now that he had the standard physique of a handsome man, she liked him even more.

Everyone loved beauty, regardless of gender.

Men loved beautiful women, and women likewise enjoyed handsome men!

Ye Bingxue was no exception.

The two had grown up together, and when she had been very, very young, she had known that her parents had found her a husband, also known as a child groom.

The two of them would grow up together, then marry when they were older, have children, and then...

In any case, from childhood onward, she had always believed Hua Qiang was her man, and she would become Hua Qiang's wife.

What was more, Hua Qiang had always cherished and cared for her since they were young.

Whenever there was something good, he gave it to her to eat. If anyone dared bully her, he would charge up and fight them head-on.

Even if he could not win, he would still fight. In any case, he would not let anyone bully her.

Ye Bingxue had also regarded Hua Qiang as her guardian god, the pillar of her life.

Later, Hua Qiang fell seriously ill and gradually turned into a super-fat man.

Yet she had never once felt the slightest disgust. In her heart, fat or thin, Hua Qiang was the guardian god of her life, the partner she would walk hand in hand with until old age.

The two of them and one ferret left the house, got into a car, and drove toward People's Avenue in the western part of the base.

Modu Base was divided into five major areas: the East District, South District, West District, North District, and Central District.

Hua Qiang lived in the North District, while Mei Ting's family lived in the West District. Their martial arts school stood at the very center of People's Avenue in the West District.

The terrain here was excellent, the foot traffic heavy, and business was easy to do.

Thus, it was coveted by others in the same trade, who wanted to claim this territory for themselves.

As a result, friction often occurred, sometimes even escalating into wager battles.

Two hours later, the car stopped in front of a five-story building.

Mei Ting stood at the entrance, craning her neck and looking around nonstop.

Earlier, Ye Bingxue had called Mei Ting and said they would arrive soon.

Overjoyed, Mei Ting had hurried to the entrance to welcome them.

Hua Qiang parked the car by the roadside, and the two people and one ferret got out and walked toward Mei Ting.

When Mei Ting saw Hua Qiang, her eyes immediately lit up. What a handsome guy!

Having shed his fat, Hua Qiang was simply dazzling, his brilliance enough to blind people's eyes!

"Coach Hua, little sister Bingxue, you're here!"

"Ah, when did you get such a beautiful little squirrel?"

Diao Xiaobai rolled her eyes and muttered unhappily, "You're the little squirrel! Your whole family is little squirrels!

This lady is a ferret!

A Lightning Ferret!"

Mei Ting's hearing was sharp. Though the Lightning Ferret had spoken softly, she still heard every word clearly.

An awkward look appeared on her face.

Her knowledge was rather shallow—she had actually mistaken a ferret for a squirrel.

She sensed the ferret's realm and was instantly shocked.

She could not perceive it at all, which meant this ferret's level was extremely high.

Such a powerful Mutant Beast had actually become these two people's pet. This made her involuntarily feel reverence toward Hua Qiang.

This man was very mysterious!

Ye Bingxue gently patted the Lightning Ferret's head.

"Xiaobai, don't talk nonsense. Mind your manners!"

Diao Xiaobai had now been assigned by Hua Qiang to Ye Bingxue. From then on, she would follow this girl around.

Ye Bingxue treasured her dearly, constantly feeding her delicious things.

Spicy strips, potato chips, cake, and so on—she had never eaten any of these before, and they all tasted wonderful.

She ate until tears welled up in her eyes, feeling that all those years of her ferret life had been lived in vain.

Led by Mei Ting, the group entered Zhenxing Martial Arts School.

Before them was a large hall with wooden flooring. All kinds of training equipment stood on both sides, while sabers, spears, swords, halberds, axes, battle-axes, hooks, and forks—the eighteen kinds of weapons—were arranged neatly.

Some students trained until they were drenched in sweat, while others exchanged moves with one another, honing their skills through actual combat.

Two middle-aged men in coach uniforms were teaching or guiding those students.

Hua Qiang sensed their strength. One was a Mid-Stage Martial Artist, while the other was a High-Stage Martial Artist. They were barely qualified to teach these people.

After all, these students had not yet entered the ranks of Martial Artists.

At the front, against the wall, stood a grandmaster's chair. A slightly thin middle-aged man with graying hair, a fair and beardless face, sat there watching everyone with a solemn expression.

This man was the founder of Zhenxing Martial Arts School, Mei Zhenxing.

Mei Ting ran up to Mei Zhenxing and shouted excitedly, "Father, Coach Hua is here!"

Mei Zhenxing looked toward Hua Qiang, and his eyes instantly brightened. He quickly rose to his feet, extending his hand as he walked toward Hua Qiang.

He could sense Hua Qiang's vigorous Blood Qi, as well as his powerful aura.

He had felt this aura on Chairman Mo Wuqiong before.

This youngster... could it be...

Mei Zhenxing was startled by his own thought, then immediately shook his head and dismissed it.

The other party was simply too young. Moreover, according to his daughter, this man had only been certified as a Martial Artist a few days ago.

Even if Hua Qiang was exceptionally gifted and his strength had risen quickly, he could not believe that someone so young had reached the Martial Ancestor Realm.

If that were really the case, how could people like them, who had cultivated for their entire lives, possibly face anyone? Where would they even put their faces?

What meaning would there be in their cultivation?

They had cultivated their entire lives only to end up in the belly of a dog.

Just as the two were about to shake hands and exchange greetings, a group of people suddenly rushed in from outside. A domineering voice shouted, "Old Mei, are you ready?

After today's fight, this martial arts school will be mine!"