Pervert!

The students staying at the Martial Arts Academy were cultivating quietly, even those who weren't asleep.

Only a few night-shift laborers occasionally patrolled the grounds.

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

Unexpectedly.

This fourth floor, which only the School Master's disciples could access, looked no different from the third floor. There were a few training rooms and small chambers. The only difference was that the floor was made of some kind of metal.

It looked very hard.

The entire fourth floor was dim and quiet, with no sounds. It seemed no one was there.

Fifth floor?

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Fusheng walked towards the stairs to the fifth floor.

"Student?" a crisp voice suddenly rang out.

He froze, turned around, and through the dim moonlight outside the window, he could see a small figure standing in the corridor, tilting its head and looking at him.

A tiny tot, about seven or eight years old.

Probably the School Master's granddaughter, or perhaps a relative of the other few direct disciples?

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

Zhang Fusheng walked forward, crouched down, looked at the seven or eight-year-old girl, and said with a smile:

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

"They're not here," the little tot, wearing a floral dress, shook her head and said softly. "None of them are here."

Zhang Fusheng was stunned:

"Do you know where they went? Hmm?"

He rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a balloon, smiling:

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

"Puppies, butterflies, I can make them all!"

The little tot stared at Zhang Fusheng expressionlessly:

"Do you know you look a lot like a creepy uncle trying to abduct a child right now?"

Zhang Fusheng blinked:

"Do I?"

"Yes."

The little tot, with a voice full of childish innocence, said slowly:

"Also, I'm not a child or a little girl."

"Okay, okay, young lady," Zhang Fusheng said patiently. "Then do you know where the School Master and the others went, and when they'll be back? Hmm, if you don't like butterflies and puppies, I can also make bananas, apples, and things like that."

He dangled the flat balloon in his hand.

The little tot's mouth twitched.

After a long pause.

She spoke slowly:

"First, Master and Second Senior Sister went to the hospital. Eldest Senior Brother went to teach someone a lesson. It's hard to say when they'll be back."

Master?

Zhang Fusheng was shocked.

The little tot, with her pigtails tied up, standing at 1.2 meters tall, and looking no older than eight, gritted her teeth:

"Second, I'm nineteen this year! I think you have bad intentions!"

She swung a palm at him, the wind fierce!

Zhang Fusheng's scalp tingled. What the hell?

Nineteen?

This 1.2-meter little tot is nineteen??

She's a year older than me???

Zhang Fusheng was first taken aback, then suddenly snapped back to reality, bending and extending his legs to dodge the childish hand that swept towards him.

"Martial Artist?" the little tot narrowed her eyes, took a fierce step forward, and stomped on the metal floor with a loud 'rumble'!

She lunged forward, her small fist moving steadily and straight.

But.

But she was too short.

1.2 meters.

A straight punch, aimed at a rather clever spot.

"Your mother!"

Zhang Fusheng was truly startled, narrowly dodging the blow. Cold sweat broke out on his back. In a fit of rage, he swept his palm to grab the little tyke. One large, one small, fist and palm clashed.

Dong!

He felt a surge of immense power strike him, sending him flying and crashing heavily onto the metal floor!

"A thousand jin, no, not quite. At least fifteen hundred jin of force."

Zhang Fusheng got up in a disheveled state. A Martial Artist at First Refinement adds five hundred jin of strength. The process from the initial stage of First Refinement to its peak can increase strength by another five hundred jin, totaling a thousand jin.

Fifteen hundred jin of strength signifies Second Refinement!

Is this little tyke a Second Refinement Martial Artist??

Zhang Fusheng's heart tightened. He looked at the fiercely charging little tyke and dared not confront her head-on; her strength was double his!

He inhaled, and continuous thunderous sounds erupted from his body.

"Mastered Spring Thunder Technique?" the little tyke exclaimed in surprise. She didn't hold back either, leaping two to three meters. Her tender fists shot towards Zhang Fusheng's ears, but suddenly she heard a true thunderclap accompanied by a fierce tiger's roar!

Spring Thunder Technique, Minor Completion, accumulating thunder.

Tiger Roar Fist, Third Stance, Tiger Devouring Man.

Zhang Fusheng's palms emanated the startling sound of spring thunder. The perfected Tiger Roar Fist unleashed a gust of wind. The intense compression of the air caused visible ripples, which then coalesced into the shape of a roaring tiger's head!

With his seven hundred jin of strength, he unleashed an impact force of nearly four thousand jin!

The little tyke, who had leaped into the air, was caught off guard. Zhang Fusheng pressed her chest with his palm and slammed her fiercely to the ground.

BOOM!!!

The immense impact, intertwined with spring thunder and tiger roars, exploded throughout the entire Martial Arts Academy.

"Freak!!"

Simultaneously exploding was the little tyke's indignant shriek.

Fourth District General Hospital.

Old Master Hong brought his index and middle fingers together and tapped the air three times, producing three 'tok' sounds that echoed in the ward.

The dazed expression on the young man's face on the hospital bed had lessened, but he still seemed somewhat lost.

"Hoo..."

Old Master Hong frowned:

"Not simple. The one who exerted mental influence has very high mental strength. An old fellow."

Chen Yuque asked curiously:

"Master, how can you tell?"

"I can sense it."

Old Master Hong replied curtly:

"That person has been practicing meditation techniques for decades, otherwise, they wouldn't have such profound mental accumulation. But what I'm curious about is, who is that old fellow, and where did he learn White Bone Meditation?"

Chen Yuque pondered:

"Can you beat him?"

The old master rolled his eyes:

"What do you think?"

He paused, then added:

"That old fellow must have just recently broken through White Bone Meditation to the perfected stage. It was the 'flash of inspiration' during his breakthrough that caused such severe mental impact on this child."

Chen Yuque twirled a strand of her hair:

"What if, like you, he's an old monster who has achieved 'Minor Completion' in White Bone Meditation, possessing characteristics of the 'He Observes as I Should Be' level prematurely?"

Hong Tianbao, angered, lightly smacked the girl's head and glared:

"Who are you calling an old monster?"

The latter rubbed her head and chuckled sheepishly.

A moment later, Hong Tianbao said irritably:

"Mastered meditation techniques of 'I Observe as I Should Be' require at least ten years of mental accumulation, unless one is a natural genius or took a crooked path.

"Similarly, perfected meditation techniques of 'He Observes as I Should Be' require a hundred years of mental accumulation. Even those with Minor Completion, or pseudo-perfection, who possess characteristics of this level prematurely, would need a hundred years of mental accumulation.

"And that unknown mysterious person only has about thirty to fifty years of experience."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuque understood:

"So the mysterious person couldn't possibly be at Minor Completion of meditation techniques, and could only have influenced others due to the flash of inspiration during a breakthrough?"

Hong Tianbao nodded slightly.

[I Observe as I Should Be] can only affect oneself. To affect others, one must at least raise the meditation technique to the 'minor completion' level.

For example, Hong Tianbao, who can make people fall into a stupor and mental illusions.

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

Chen Yuque pondered for a moment:

"Not necessarily. The Martial Arts Academy has surveillance. If, and I mean if, he was 'scared crazy' inside the Martial Arts Academy?"

Hong Tianbao shook his head:

"Impossible. When did some old guy enter the Martial Arts Academy, cultivate a meditation technique there, and coincidentally break through a realm?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand:

"But we should still go back and take a look. Perhaps we'll gain something."

Without further ado, the two immediately headed back to the Martial Arts Academy.

"Who is this White Bone Meditation?"

Not long after, the two arrived back at the Martial Arts Academy. Silence reigned.

"I wonder if little junior sister is asleep yet." Chen Yuque hadn't finished speaking.

'Rumble!!'

Thunder, impact sounds, and faint tiger roars exploded from within the Martial Arts Academy!

There was also little junior sister's embarrassed and angry scream.

The expressions of the two changed drastically.