At the thought of the four girls coming down—and no, Murong Yu was coming down too—he feared the cold pool at the bottom of the valley wouldn't stay hidden from that woman's eyes.
If those four women caught him again, Wang Xian could hardly imagine the torment that awaited him.
Then he remembered the strange look Wen Xun'er had given him...
He was doomed!
Being examined by several women to see whether he was really a man was worse than dying!
He sat there in a daze for half an hour before Wuyue said sternly, "Stop slacking. Keep practicing your punches!"
Wang Xian sighed and sank back into a horse stance.
It was only punch practice. It wouldn't kill him, and it wouldn't mean humiliation at the hands of four girls. Just wait until he was roaming the martial world and slaughtering his way through his enemies. Heh...
Just then, Wuyue's phantom suddenly appeared before him.
"Fine. I'll trade a few moves with you. You can practice your punches while tempering your Divine Soul. If you can endure it, you might break through another realm before long."
Endure it?
At those words, Wang Xian immediately felt every bone in his body ache.
Last time, Wuyue had barely lifted a finger before taking apart every bone in his body.
If it happened again, would he lose half his life?
At the thought, he shook his head. "Can't you go a little easier on me?"
Wuyue smiled faintly. "Are you really such a sissy? If I don't go hard on you, then when you face your enemies, you'll be crawling all over the ground while they beat you to a pulp."
A sense of foreboding washed over Wang Xian.
He instinctively took a step back and folded his arms over his chest.