Because Li Yuan had lived outside for a long time and rarely spent time at the martial arts school, Qi Zhengyang had tidied up a room for him, exclusively for his use.
Li Yuan did not return to his own little courtyard either. Instead, he settled down at the martial arts school. He had been the only person living in the courtyard he rented, making it terribly quiet, whereas the martial arts school was far livelier.
Disciples streamed back and forth without pause. Whether it was the disciples laughing and chatting among themselves, the shouts of those practicing martial arts on the training ground, or the sounds of fighting from disciples sparring with each other, one sound rose after another until they all blended into a single din.
In just a few days, the number of disciples at the martial arts school had increased by more than two hundred. A large portion of them had a solid foundation in martial arts, nearly half were Body Tempering Realm martial artists, and nine more were martial artists who had mastered inner force.
Even Inner Force Realm martial artists had come to Zhengyang Martial Arts School as disciples. They had all come for Poison Dragon Palm—and for Li Yuan.
With the advantage of being close at hand, if they could truly learn even a little from a genius martial artist like Li Yuan, perhaps they too might comprehend Martial Dao True Intent, right?
The number of disciples at Zhengyang Martial Arts School had already surpassed six hundred. Many of them needed to live at the school as well, and the school grounds immediately became insufficient.
Never mind the training ground where the disciples practiced martial arts—even the rooms for the disciples to live in were in short supply.
Zhengyang Martial Arts School had