Young Man in Blue with a White Horse

Everywhere was yellow sand, not even a weed, a desolate wasteland.

Song Shuhang smiled wryly. He had never learned how to survive in the desert. Moreover, his current cultivation level was not high enough to prevent him from using the Fasting Pill with him today.

Could it be that his life is finally coming to an end? -- On July 3, 2019, Song Shuhang- traveled.

Subsequently, he died?

"I don't want to die like this, I can't give up... I was sent into this desert when I opened the door of my house. If Senior White and Doudou were home, they would probably have noticed something was wrong, right?" Song Shuhang rubbed his temples, analyzing the situation calmly.

With Senior White's cultivation level of Seventh-Grade Spirit Venerable, if he sensed anything amiss, he should be able to rescue me, right?

Now, all I can do is hold on. If possible, I should leave this desert. At the very least... I need to find a water source first.

Putting away his phone, Song Shuhang tried to walk in a straight line across the desert.

This desert was completely barren, without a single landmark. Furthermore, with no sun, moon, or stars to guide him, even with Song Shuhang's enhanced Eye Aperture and keen eyesight, maintaining a straight line was extremely difficult; he could only do his best.

This desert is quite strange. There's no sun in the sky, yet the desert is still brightly lit and sweltering. Who knows where this light and heat come from? Doesn't the law of conservation of energy apply to this world?

We walked and walked for about ten minutes.

All Song Shuhang could see was a vast expanse of yellow sand, devoid of plants and animals, utterly desolate.

Staying in such a pale and monotonous world for too long can easily lead to a nervous breakdown.

"Even a fly would be nice," Song Shuhang exclaimed. At this moment, he wouldn't mind a fly buzzing around annoyingly.

Just as he was marveling at this, he suddenly heard the melodious sound of bells coming from afar.

Looking up, I saw a man and a horse slowly approaching me in the distance of the desert.

It was a Young Man in Blue White Horse. He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with red lips, white teeth, and skin like jade. What a handsome young man!

Finally, I've encountered a living person! Song Shuhang exclaimed inwardly.

At that moment, the Young Man in Blue also saw Song Shuhang, and he suddenly shouted joyfully, "Little White, Little White! I've finally found you!"

Song Shuhang wondered: Could the 'Little White' this young man was talking about be himself?

Did I not only time travel this time, but my Soul Transference? And I didn't even bring my physical body with me?

Wait a minute! My phone is right next to me! Besides, the clothes I'm wearing, the newly opened Heart Aperture and Eye Aperture, and the Spirit Ghost curled up in the Heart Aperture all prove that this is my own body, not Soul Transference!

"Little White, where did you run off to? I thought you were going to get lost." The Young Man in Blue came up to Song Shuhang, flashing a bright, sunny smile.

"Young man, are you mistaken for someone else?" Song Shuhang asked, bowing respectfully to the man who was dressed in ancient attire.

However, the Young Man in Blue acted strangely. He seemed not to hear Song Shuhang's words, first pulling the horse aside, then saying to Song Shuhang, "Little White, shall we practice our boxing?"

Song Shuhang frowned. "Young man, who are you? And... you must have mistaken me for someone else. I'm not the Little White' you're talking about."

But the Young Man in Blue smiled lightly, and with a swift movement, pounced on Song Shuhang like a tiger.

In the dim light, Song Shuhang even saw the phantom of a fierce tiger behind the Young Man in Blue, roaring through the forest, about to strike him on the forehead. If that tiger really hit him, his forehead might be split open!

"Damn it, can't we just have a pleasant chat?!" Song Shuhang reached out and formed a claw, grabbing at the wrist of the Young Man in Blue — Basic Fist Technique, Level Three! At the same time, this claw contained hidden variations, capable of transforming into a palm blade at any moment, like a knife or axe to slay the enemy.

"Hehe." The Young Man in Blue chuckled, seemingly having discerned the changes in Song Shuhang's fist technique. He suddenly changed his move mid-fight, transforming his palm into a finger and pointing out with it.

His finger strike landed precisely on the weakness in Song Shuhang's punch, causing Song Shuhang extreme discomfort and forcing him to change his move.

Song Shuhang transforms the claw into a straight punch: Foundation Fist Form One!

His punches were like cannonballs, straight and direct, without regard for technique, relying solely on brute force to subdue his opponent.

"Heh!" The Young Man in Blue continued to laugh, then with a flick of his finger, he swiftly tapped Song Shuhang's wrist.

Song Shuhang felt a numbness in his right fist; his powerful strike had been easily deflected. He rubbed his wrist and quickly took two steps back.

The Young Man in Blue didn't seize the opportunity to attack; he simply gazed at Shuhang quietly, smiling innocently, "Again, Little White!"

"Basic Fist Technique, Two!" Song Shuhang decisively changed his move, his fists flying like meteors, transforming into a storm of punches that furiously slammed towards the Young Man in Blue. If brute force couldn't prevail, then he would win through sheer numbers and speed!

However, the Young Man in Blue swayed gently from side to side like a willow in the wind.

Song Shuhang's lightning-fast fists completely grazed past him! They didn't even manage to hurt him!

Was the punch too slow?

"Drink!" Song Shuhang unleashed the power of his Blood Qi in his Heart Aperture, continuing to use 'Foundation Fist Form Two'. Under the influence of the power of his Blood Qi, his fists became faster and more lethal, firing like a machine gun.

The boy still had a smile on his face. Suddenly, he lightly leaped upwards, temporarily retreating from the range of Song Shuhang's punch. Then, he pointed out with a finger.

His gaze was like the sharp eyes of an eagle; his finger pierced through Song Shuhang's furious fist and landed on Song Shuhang's right shoulder.

Song Shuhang's shoulder went numb, and his fist lost its power; his 'Foundation Fist Form Two' was broken.

Using the force of that finger strike, the Young Man in Blue, still in mid-air, twisted his waist and spun around, delivering a whip kick towards Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang was broken, his old strength exhausted and no new strength generated. He took the kick squarely, flying away and rolling several times in the desert before he could deflect the impact.

The Young Man in Blue chuckled and said, "Little White, let's go again!"

Is he a madman?

Song Shuhang was frustrated... but he had no choice but to continue. If he didn't, the Young Man in Blue would come and beat him up! He didn't like being beaten up; he would only fight back!

Fifteen minutes later, Song Shuhang used the Vajra Foundation Fist from beginning to end, but he couldn't even touch the boy's clothes.

After Song Shuhang used each of his fist techniques, the Young Man in Blue would point out with a finger. His finger was like the 'Nine Swords of Dugu'; each point he made would expose the flaws in Song Shuhang's fist technique and break it.

Thanks to him, Song Shuhang realized many mistakes in his boxing technique, and when he used it again, he corrected these flaws himself.

Another fifteen minutes passed.

After another round of the <Vajra Foundation Fist>, just like last time, he couldn't even touch the hem of the Young Man in Blue. Again, he was countered by a single finger. Song Shuhang had lost count of how many times he had been struck, and many parts of his body were numb.

"Hehe." The Young Man in Blue chuckled, repeating his previous words. "Let's go again, Little White!"

"Basic Fist Technique, Part Two!" Song Shuhang gritted his teeth. He discovered that only Foundation Fist Form Two was most effective against the Young Man in Blue, whose finger strike resembled the 'Nine Swords of Dugu'.

The reason why the Young Man in Blue was still able to break his strategy was because he wasn't fast enough and didn't throw enough punches!

Whether it's One Force Subdues Ten Wisdoms, unbreakable speed, or overcoming clumsiness with skill, as long as a force reaches its extreme, it will have miraculous effects.

Song Shuhang simply stopped using other fist techniques, frantically unleashing his Heart Aperture Blood Qi, focusing solely on using 'Foundation Fist Form Two' to bombard the enemy. He just went for it, not thinking about anything else.

About half an hour later...

Song Shuhang fell to the ground, unable to get up.

His entire body was touched by the Young Man in Blue's fingers, and he twitched intermittently as if he had been electrocuted.

"Hey, Little White, that's enough practice for today. I'll come find you again tomorrow!" The Young Man in Blue chuckled and mounted his horse.

As the horse bells jingled, the boy quickly disappeared from Song Shuhang's sight.

"Don't do that! If you're going to leave, at least take me with you!" Song Shuhang shouted from behind, but his numb body couldn't get up.

He could only lie on the ground, convulsing, and then watch helplessly as the Young Man in Blue vanished without a trace.

What is all this nonsense?

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Song Shuhang rested on the scorching sand for a long time. The red spots on his body, which had been touched by the Young Man in Blue, finally disappeared. He finally regained his strength and stood up.

"Damn it," Song Shuhang cursed under his breath. Who beats someone up and then just leaves them in the desert?

Don't let me see you again, otherwise... otherwise... Damn it, even if I run into that young man again, I still can't beat him!

Even if I met him again, I couldn't do anything to him.

A series of melodious horse bell sounds rang out.

Song Shuhang looked up and saw a Young Man in Blue leading a White Horse, rapidly approaching Song Shuhang.

"Has he finally had a change of heart and come back to me?" Song Shuhang thought to himself.

"Little White, where did you run off to? I thought you were going to get lost." The Young Man in Blue ran up to Song Shuhang cheerfully, flashing a bright, sunny smile.

Wait, this line sounds familiar...

"We just met, okay?!" Song Shuhang retorted angrily.

However, the Young Man in Blue ignored Song Shuhang's roar. He first pulled the horse aside, then said to Song Shuhang, "Little White, shall we practice our swordsmanship?"

"Again? I just finished practicing boxing with you, my body is practically falling apart! Besides, I've never learned swordsmanship, how am I supposed to practice with you?" Song Shuhang roared. And didn't you say you'd come find me in a day? How come you're here again in the blink of an eye?

But the Young Man in Blue seemed not to hear Song Shuhang's words. He took two identical long swords off his horse and threw one of them at Song Shuhang.

The blade gleams coldly, its edge sharp; it's clearly a fine knife capable of cutting hair in an instant!

Song Shuhang snorted coldly. Since the other party wouldn't listen to him, why should he bother with his nonsense? He took a step back, and the knife fell in front of him.

Song Shuhang crossed his arms, striking a pose of 'non-cooperation'!

It takes two to tango; that's the point.