The Lone Monk's Alms

Han San's fingers twitched slightly, already holding several stones in his hand—ones he had picked up because he couldn't forge weapons and could only use stones to practice his hidden weapon throwing technique. Xiao Wu was his friend, and since she was in trouble, there was no way he could just sit by and do nothing.

Once he determined that Xiao Wu was in danger, he would immediately strike without hesitation.

This Tang Qinghe clearly didn't know how he had cultivated such formidable martial arts, but his Spirit Power was only at the fourth tier, and he lacked defensive weapons, so there was no way he could dodge his hidden weapons.

Seeing Xiao Wu charging toward him, Tang Qinghe's body erupted with Spirit Light Shards, all converging into his left hand. He extended five fingers flat and struck a palm toward Xiao Wu's chest.

"Heh, with such a clumsy move, do you think I'll fall for it a second time?"

Xiao Wu let out a cold snort. Just as Tang Qinghe was about to strike her—

Suddenly, Xiao Wu twisted her body in midair in a way that defied human limits, barely dodging Tang Qinghe's palm. When her body stretched out again, she was already in front of him.

"I win."

Facing Tang Qinghe, who was close at hand, Xiao Wu's face showed a triumphant smile. She spun around, arriving behind him, planted her hands on the ground, and swung her leg up in an instant, Spirit Light Shards enveloping her entire body.

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Xiao Wu's entire body was like a drawn bow, seemingly about to hook Tang Qinghe's neck, but instead, a "thud" of pain rang out, and her body lost balance.

It turned out that Tang Qinghe had already anticipated her move. Just as she swung her leg, he had already turned around, spread both arms, and sent a palm strike whistling down. It landed on Xiao Wu's hand that was propping her up, causing her body to lose balance.

This unexpected turn of events left everyone utterly astonished.

"Not good, Xiao Wu is in danger."

Seeing Xiao Wu's Spirit Skill broken, Han San's heart raced, but his hands moved quickly. Almost without thinking, he threw the stones in his hand.

Tang Qinghe heard the sound of something breaking through the air from the side. Without knowing what was happening, he sneered inwardly. Just as Xiao Wu was about to land, he reached out with his other hand, grabbed her slender calf, and pulled it in front of him.

"Ah..."

With a series of sharp "thump thump thump" sounds, three or four stones struck Xiao Wu's body, one of them landing squarely on her face.

Xiao Wu's fair and delicate little face visibly swelled up, the pain making her howl like a ghost.

This unexpected turn of events left Wang Yue and the others utterly astonished. Everyone looked at Han San in unison, their eyes filled with shock and disappointment.

They were having a normal Spirit Power sparring match, so why did you have to stick your nose in and sneak attack? What kind of behavior is that?

Han San, however, ignored them. He stared at Tang Qinghe in disbelief, his pupils slightly constricted, as if he couldn't believe what had just happened.

His Han Family throwing weapon technique had actually been caught, and with the most ordinary throwing technique at that, using only stones, not even real throwing weapons—yet it had still been caught.

[Han San Resentment +188888]

[Han San Resentment +288888]

Just catching a few stones earned this much resentment value. Han San truly lived up to being the web novel male lead with the worst mentality, almost catching up to those dragon male leads from "The Rebirth of a Waste: I Am a Waste."

Tang Qinghe clicked his tongue inwardly, as if throwing away trash, released Xiao Wu's leg, and let her roll on the ground in pain.

Under everyone's gaze, Tang Qinghe looked left and right, then finally turned to Han San: "Oh my, Han San, I really have to hand it to you, I have to hand it to you... Even if you wanted to give it to me, you couldn't just sneak attack like that. Look, you've almost beaten Xiao Wu into a pig's head. Good thing you didn't hit her eye, or she'd be a one-eyed rabbit now. Alright, I have things to do, so I'll be going now. Take your time chatting."

With that, Tang Qinghe left.

"Han San, you bastard, how dare you sneak attack me? I'm never talking to you again!"

As soon as Tang Qinghe left, Xiao Wu, who had been writhing in pain, immediately covered her already swollen face and, with a crooked mouth, tearfully scolded Han San.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Wu, I didn't mean to. I was trying to help you, but I didn't expect Tang Qinghe to use you as a shield at that moment."

At this time, Xiao Wu had not yet become Han San's sister, nor had she taken the most important place in Han San's heart. Hearing this, he only showed an apologetic smile on his face. Instead, it was Tang Qinghe's words that made him swallow a breath of resentment.

Tang Qinghe didn't even know he was attacking him; it seemed it was just luck, a coincidence that he had caught it.

He definitely hadn't seen through his throwing weapon technique.

"Really?" Xiao Wu was a little skeptical.

"Of course. I swear!" Han San raised three fingers.

Hearing this, Xiao Wu immediately believed him, and then burst into a fit of rage, "That damn Tang Qinghe, how dare he use me as a shield? Next time, next time, I'll beat him until even his mother doesn't recognize him, make him half-crippled."

Han San was speechless, but inside he was secretly shaking his head.

He had seen it clearly: Tang Qinghe's fist and palm techniques were very strong, and Xiao Wu was a close-combat Spirit Body. Beating him would be very, very difficult.

Of course, he didn't say that to discourage Xiao Wu.

After all, the gap in talent between the two was there.

By the time Xiao Wu became a Great Spirit Body, Tang Qinghe probably still wouldn't have become a Spirit Master. By then, the difference in Spirit Power alone would be enough to crush him.

Xiao Wu beating Tang Qinghe was only a matter of time.

[Xiao Wu Resentment +128888]

At the same time, Tang Qinghe saw the resentment value Xiao Wu had just provided, and a hint of a smile appeared on his face as well. "Finally broke through ten thousand. But that's still far from enough."

Days passed one by one, and Tang Qinghe began a fulfilling life.

Perhaps because he had comprehended the Autumn Water Sword Intent, his mental strength had improved a lot, and his memory had also been significantly enhanced.

Just a few months had passed, and he had already read through the illustrated manuals from the Scripture Pavilion seven or eight times.

The academy's curriculum held little importance for him anymore. With the books he had devoured, coupled with his own worldly experience, he understood far more than those old masters whose cultivation barely scraped the Spirit Body realm.

Ever since Jade Little Sister had helped him retrieve the Golden Crow Blood, Tang Qinghe had basically stopped bothering him, aside from attending class and morning practice. He paid even less attention to Jade Little Sister.

Occasionally, when he had time, Han San would run over to Jade Little Sister's place.

It wasn't just to learn the peerless principles she taught—there was another reason, or perhaps only Tang Qinghe knew the true cause.

After all, he had put a dose of system-produced Zimu River water into the tea Jade Little Sister drank (the knockoff version, ten-month pregnancy edition—if she gave birth the next day, that would defeat the purpose).

Even if Han San didn't drink it, Jade Little Sister certainly had.