The Young Master's Nitpicking, Baji Fist Perfected, Body Transformation!

Huang Dequan, who had only taken a few steps, came to a halt.

Standing under the scorching sun, the smile on his face froze completely; he stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

He cast an embarrassed yet hopeful glance at Zhou Heling, but unfortunately, she remained expressionless, her eyes never once drifting toward him. It was clear that in her heart, this little lackey who ran errands for her held no status at all.

Wei Shan's reprimand drew countless gazes from those around them.

Huang Dequan's face flushed red, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into and hide!

Seeing this, some of the disciples who had been bullied by Huang Dequan felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in their hearts.

You guy, just because you latched onto an inner-court disciple.

You act arrogant and high-handed all day long; anyone who didn't know better would think you were the senior brother of the outer court. Can you handle taking a hit like this now?

"Junior Brother Huang, got a moment?" Wei Shan looked toward the fair-skinned, slightly chubby youth under the tree and offered a gentle smile. "Let's go, let's grab a meal!"

Yet, Huang Xuanhe acted as if he hadn't heard a thing.

He lay propped up under the tree, clumsily puffing out smoke, his legs crossed in a leisurely manner.

Wei Shan saw that Huang Xuanhe was ignoring him.

Feeling somewhat awkward, he spoke again, "Junior Brother Huang, coming? We're going to the River-Viewing Pavilion to drink Junior Brother Qin's celebratory wine!"

However, Huang Xuanhe still showed no intention of getting up.

It wasn't until Wei Shan called out a couple more times that Huang Xuanhe spoke up impatiently: "I'm ignoring you—isn't that clear enough?"

"What are you shouting and hollering for? Do you only feel happy when you're begging for humiliation?"

"He is a dog that fawns over power, and you are a guy who looks down on others; you're both birds of a feather. I hate people like you the most, and besides, breaking through to the Blood-Tempering Realm—is that really such a big deal?"

"The Blood-Tempering Realm isn't even enough to qualify as a gatekeeper at my house, and this guy only became a Blood-Tempering warrior after eating pills and spending a whole week on it."

"Is that something worth being proud of?"

"Damn, this is what you call an inner-court genius? This is what you all fawn over?"

"It's fucking hilarious!!"

Huang Xuanhe's face was full of disdain and contempt, a cigar dangling from his lips as he puffed out smoke.

Although there wasn't a trace of martial arts training on him, the confidence radiating from his very bones actually stunned Wei Shan.

It actually stunned Wei Shan.

Wei Shan's expression was extremely ugly, but in the end, he returned to the group without saying another word.

The scene suddenly became awkward and stifling.

Huang Xuanhe's words not only humiliated Wei Shan but also made the arrogant and self-satisfied Qin Huan's face turn much darker; he clenched his fists so tightly he wanted to rush over and beat the little fatty up!

But everyone knew that Huang Xuanhe had been brought here personally by Master Li.

Master Li's attitude toward Huang Xuanhe was very amiable, and it was clearly visible that Huang Xuanhe was no ordinary person.

Who dared to offend him?

"That Senior Brother Yan, right?" Huang Xuanhe suddenly spoke up. "Although you love to bestow favors and make friends, you do it too broadly; it's meaningless. In the end, no one treats you as a true friend."

"That old-fashioned approach of yours—you learned it from your elders, didn't you?"

"It's outdated. Stop using it."

"Not to mention the waste of money, sometimes it might even end up harming yourself."

"Small favors are like small grudges, and great favors are like great grudges!"

"Also, I'm a good judge of character. This kid comes from a poor background and hasn't experienced any major storms. You might value his potential, but I advise you to sign a contract with him to bind his behavior."

"Otherwise, he'll only take your kindness for granted. The day you're no longer useful, or someone else offers a better benefit than you do, this kid will absolutely run off. If you don't believe me, just wait and see."

These words.

Made Qin Huan's face turn completely black, his breathing ragged.

His fists were clenched so hard they creaked.

But hindered by Huang Xuanhe's mysterious background, he didn't dare to make a move.

And because he didn't dare to move, Huang Xuanhe scoffed instead: "At your core, you're still the type to bully the weak and fear the strong. If you had retorted a few times, or even shown no expression at all, I might have thought more highly of you, but looking at it now, you don't have much of a future."

Yan Kai gave a light cough to ease the awkwardness. "Since Junior Brother Huang is busy, let's head out first. Junior Brother Huang, let's meet another time when you're free."

He gave an awkward laugh and took the lead in walking away.

The awkward atmosphere dissipated.

This small circle, with Yan Kai and Sun Mingting at its core, also walked toward the outside in silence.

For some reason, Sun Mingting was not present today.

So, everything was being handled by Yan Kai.

He never expected that such an awkward incident would occur today.

The group walked a short distance away in a sullen silence.

Yan Kai finally spoke up to comfort Qin Huan, "Junior Brother Qin, your talent is actually very high. It took me a month and a half to refine a sliver of blood-qi, and even more effort after that to officially enter the Blood-Tempering Realm. You, however, have become an official Blood-Tempering Realm martial artist in just half a month. That is truly impressive!"

"I heard that Flying Cloud Pavilion also recruited a genius disciple, someone they claim has Grade Nine aptitude."

"Heh, they've been there for half a month now, and there hasn't been a single whisper of them refining any blood-qi. Compared to him, Junior Brother Qin, you are far superior."

There was quite a bit of bad blood between Flying Cloud Pavilion and the Fist Academy.

In recent years, Flying Cloud Pavilion had adopted a new model, incorporating other martial arts styles and changing their recruitment and teaching methods.

They had gained quite a reputation in the city.

Conversely, the Fist Academy remained stagnant, and its fame was limited.

In the eyes of many outsiders, Flying Cloud Pavilion was a much more formidable place than the Fist Academy.

Yan Kai used the Flying Cloud Pavilion genius to compare with Qin Heng, and sure enough, once Qin Heng heard this, he felt much better. He quickly said, "Senior Brother Yan, you flatter me. If it weren't for the teacher bestowing the Blood-Nourishing Pill upon me, I might have needed quite some time to officially become a Blood-Tempering Realm martial artist."

"It really is impressive..."

The group walked out of the courtyard gate and slowly disappeared from sight.

"What aptitude, what nonsense. Who the hell measures a genius by aptitude? What kind of martial arts genius could possibly exist in a place like this? Ridiculous!"

Huang Xuanhe let out a mocking laugh.

He didn't care that his cigar had only just been lit; he pressed it out, flicked it into the trash can, stood up, dusted off his backside, and walked outside, shouting, "Old Jiang, let's go!"

"Yes, Young Master!"

The middle-aged man who had been feigning sleep in the corner stood up and followed behind Huang Xuanhe.

This middle-aged man's style of dress was very plain.

He wore a linen robe that hung loosely, concealing his frame. He stood about 175 centimeters tall, didn't look particularly strong, and showed no signs of any specific martial arts lineage.

"This place is incredibly dull, boring to death. Truly, in shallow waters, there are many turtles; it's completely uninteresting."

Huang Xuanhe yawned, "Too boring. Let's go, I'll treat you to a drink."

"Damn it, I don't know what my old man is thinking. That guy was just beaten half-to-death by the people I hired, it's not like I killed anyone, yet he makes me run off to the countryside to hide. So tiresome."

"You are right, Young Master."

Old Jiang responded with a smile.

The two walked away slowly, and within moments, they boarded a carriage and vanished from everyone's sight.

The events of the day brought a great shock to the outer-court disciples.

In particular, Huang Xuanhe, an outer-court disciple, had stood up to a group of inner-court disciples, leaving them unable to speak and forced to swallow their pride. It gave many outer-court disciples an indescribable sense of satisfaction!

It was as if Huang Xuanhe represented their social stratum, declaring war on the martial artist class and achieving a massive victory!

As for Huang Dequan, his eyes remained fixed on the backs of Huang Xuanhe and his companion as they departed.

A complex, indescribable emotion flickered in his eyes.

To integrate into the inner court and expand his connections, he had spent these past few days waiting on Zhou Heling hand and foot, spending quite a bit of money in the process.

Who would have thought that at the critical moment, Zhou Heling wouldn't even say a single word to help him.

Instead, it was someone who had no real connection to him who had spoken up. This experience left him with a feeling he couldn't quite put into words.

As for Shi Wen.

He continued to practice his punches, the entire commotion having nothing to do with him. His goal was to bring his foundation technique to Great Completion!

The events of the day might have seemed like a minor disturbance.

But the logic behind it was a collision between strength and strength!

Shi Wen had no background; he could only work hard at his training to become his own background!

"Done!"

Shi Wen threw out his final move, and the characters on the Extreme Seal pulsed slowly.

[Baji Fist Introductory Foundation: Perfection (Traits: Penetrating Momentum, Foot-treading Heavenly Spring)]

BOOM!

In an instant, Shi Wen felt his heart tremble for a moment.

It felt as if a gust of wind had drilled into his body, causing his entire frame to shudder uncontrollably.

Following that...

His blood-qi suddenly contracted into his dantian. The blood-qi was forcibly crushed and condensed by an invisible force, shrinking by a full third until it transformed into droplets of viscous blood that dripped into his dantian.