Pervert!

The trainees staying at the Martial Arts Academy were quietly cultivating, even if they were not asleep.

Only a few night-duty handymen occasionally patrolled the academy.

Zhang Fusheng stood before the stairs leading to the fourth floor, hesitated for a moment, then strode up.

Unexpectedly.

This fourth floor, accessible only to the School Master's disciples, looked no different from the third floor: several training rooms and several small rooms. The only difference was that the floor was made of some kind of metal.

It looked extremely hard.

The entire fourth floor was dim and silent, seemingly empty.

The fifth floor?

After thinking it over, Zhang Fusheng headed for the stairs to the fifth floor.

"A trainee?" A crisp voice suddenly rang out.

He froze and turned around. In the dim moonlight filtering through the windows, he could make out a small figure standing in the corridor, tilting her head as she watched him.

A Little Bean, around seven or eight years old.

Probably the School Master's granddaughter, or perhaps the relative of one of the other personal disciples?

"Little friend, do you know where the School Master is?"

Zhang Fusheng walked over, crouched down, and smiled at the seven- or eight-year-old girl.

"Or perhaps the other senior brothers and sisters? I need to see them about something."

"They're not here." The Little Bean in a floral dress shook her head and said softly, "None of them are here."

Zhang Fusheng blinked.

"Then do you know where they went? Uh..."

He rummaged through his pockets, pulled out a balloon, and said with a grin.

"Big brother can make balloon animals. If you answer well, I'll make you a little animal. How about it?"

"Dogs, butterflies—Big Brother can make them all!"

The Little Bean stared expressionlessly at Zhang Fusheng.

"Do you know that you look very much like a creepy uncle trying to abduct children right now?"

Zhang Fusheng paused.

"Do I?"

"You do."

The Little Bean, brimming with childish innocence, said unhurriedly.

"Also, I am not a child or a little girl."

"Fine, fine, a grown lady." Zhang Fusheng patiently said, "Then do you know where the School Master and the others went, and when they'll be back? If you don't like butterflies and dogs, I can make bananas, apples, and stuff too."

He shook the flat balloon in his hand.

The Little Bean's mouth twitched.

After a long while.

She spoke faintly.

"First, Master and Second Senior Sister went to the hospital. Eldest Senior Brother went to teach someone a lesson. As for when they'll return, hard to say."

Master?

Zhang Fusheng was dumbfounded.

The Little Bean, with a sprout-like ponytail, barely four feet tall, and a face that looked no older than eight, gritted her teeth.

"Second. This lady is nineteen this year! I think you're up to no good!"

She slapped at him, her palm wind fierce and brutal!

Zhang Fusheng's scalp went numb. What the hell?

Nineteen?

This four-foot-tall Little Bean was nineteen??

She was a year older than me???

Zhang Fusheng was stunned at first, then abruptly came back to his senses. His legs bent and sprang, evading the childish little hand sweeping toward him.

"A warrior?" The Little Bean narrowed her eyes and boldly stepped forward, her foot making the metal floor boom with a tremendous crash!

She closed in, her tiny fist driving steadily forward.

But.

But she was too short.

Four feet.

The target of that straight punch was rather ingenious.

"Fuck!"

Zhang Fusheng was genuinely terrified. He barely dodged aside, cold sweat rising down his back. In anger, he swept out a palm to seize the Little Bean. One large and one small, fist and palm collided.

Dong!

He only felt a vast force crash into him, sending his whole body flying back. He smashed heavily onto the metal floor!

"Fifteen hundred pounds—no, more than that. At least fifteen hundred pounds of force."

Zhang Fusheng scrambled to his feet. First Refinement warriors gained five hundred pounds of strength, while the process from initial First Refinement to the peak of First Refinement could add roughly another five hundred pounds, for a total of one thousand pounds.

Fifteen hundred pounds of strength represented Second Refinement!

This Little Bean was a Second Refinement warrior??

Zhang Fusheng's heart tightened. Seeing the Little Bean fiercely pounce at him, he did not dare meet her head-on. She had twice his strength!

He inhaled, and rolling thunder exploded from within his body.

"Great Accomplishment Spring Thunder Technique?" The Little Bean cried in surprise, yet she did not hold back. She leaped seven or eight feet into the air, her childish fists shooting toward Zhang Fusheng's ears—only to suddenly hear the sound of true thunder, accompanied by a savage tiger's roar!

Spring Thunder Technique, Minor Perfection, Gathering Startling Thunder.

Tiger Roar Fist, Third Form, Tiger Devours Man.

Spring thunder crackled between Zhang Fusheng's palms. At the Perfection level, the Tiger Roar Fist blasted up fierce winds. As the air compressed violently, visible ripples actually appeared, gathering into the shape of a roaring tiger's head!

With his mere seven hundred pounds of strength, he unleashed an impact approaching four thousand pounds!

The airborne Little Bean was caught entirely off guard. Zhang Fusheng planted a palm on her chest and smashed her viciously into the ground.

Boom!!!

The enormous collision, mingled with spring thunder and a tiger's roar, exploded throughout the entire Martial Arts Academy.

"Pervert!!"

At the same time, the Little Bean's humiliated, furious scream rang out.

District Four General Hospital.

Old Master Hong pressed two joined fingers against the air three times, yet three tapping sounds rang out, echoing through the hospital room.

The dazed look on the young man's face had faded considerably, though he still appeared somewhat unfocused.

"Hoo..."

Old Master Hong frowned.

"Not simple. The person who inflicted the mental influence possesses formidable mental strength. An old fellow."

Chen Yuque asked curiously.

"Master, how can you tell?"

"I can sense it."

Old Master Hong answered briefly.

"That person must have cultivated a Visualization Method for decades. Otherwise, he could not possess such deep Mental Accumulation. But what I'm curious about is who that old fellow is, and where he learned the White Bone Meditation."

Chen Yuque fell into thought.

"Can you beat him?"

The old School Master rolled his eyes.

"What do you think?"

After a pause, he added.

"That old fellow likely only just broke the White Bone Meditation through to Great Accomplishment. He relied on the 'flash of insight' during his breakthrough to cause such severe mental influence on this child."

Chen Yuque twirled a lock of hair around her finger.

"What if, like you, he is also an old monster who has brought the White Bone Meditation to Minor Perfection and prematurely possesses traits of the [He Observes as I Should Be] level?"

Hong Tianbao irritably gave the girl a knock on the head and glared.

"Who are you calling an old monster?"

She covered her head and laughed awkwardly.

A moment later, Hong Tianbao said irritably.

"A Great Accomplishment Visualization Method of [I Observe as I Should Be], unless one is a born monster or takes crooked shortcuts, requires at least ten years of Mental Accumulation."

"Likewise, a Perfection Visualization Method of [He Observes as I Should Be] requires one hundred years of Mental Accumulation. Even a Minor Perfection—or so-called pseudo-Perfection—that possesses traits of that level in advance requires a century's worth of Mental Accumulation."

"And that unknown mysterious person only has thirty to fifty years' worth at most."

Hearing that, Chen Yuque understood.

"So the mysterious person absolutely cannot have reached Minor Perfection in their Visualization Method. They could only affect others because of the flash of insight from breaking through?"

Hong Tianbao nodded slightly.

[I Observe as I Should Be] could only affect oneself. To affect others, one had to raise the Visualization Method to at least Minor Perfection.

Like Hong Tianbao, who could make people sink into depravity and fall into mental illusions.

"So who could it be?" Hong Tianbao stroked his chin and pointed at the young man still lying in a daze on the hospital bed. "We can only wait until tomorrow, when this little fellow fully wakes up."

Chen Yuque pondered for a moment.

"Not necessarily. The Martial Arts Academy has surveillance cameras. What if—just what if—he was frightened mad inside the academy?"

Hong Tianbao shook his head.

"Impossible. When did some old fellow enter the Martial Arts Academy, stay there to cultivate a Visualization Method, and just happen to make a breakthrough?"

As he spoke, he waved a hand.

"Still, let's go back and take a look. We might find something."

The two did not waste words and immediately headed back to the Martial Arts Academy.

"Who exactly is behind the White Bone Meditation?"

Not long after, the two returned to the Martial Arts Academy. Everything was silent.

"I wonder whether Little Junior Sister is asleep yet." Chen Yuque had not even finished speaking.

Rumble rumble!!

Thunder, crashing impacts, and the faint sound of a tiger's roar exploded from within the Martial Arts Academy!

And Little Junior Sister's humiliated, furious scream.

Both of their expressions changed abruptly.