Yao, Yao!

"I'm not living anymore!"

Chen Yuque clutched her chest, then rubbed her eyes fiercely, and looked at the surveillance footage again.

The surveillance video was from the evening of June 29th, in training room number 2.

In the high-definition footage, the handyman currently lying in the general hospital pushed the teenager who was curled up on the meditation cushion, seemingly in great pain.

Chen Yuque could even see the lines on the teenager's face contorting with pain.

The next second.

This damned monster straightened up, sat cross-legged with its five senses facing the sky, and then.

Then it started to glow, it started to glow!

The bones emitted a faint light, signifying the Great Perfection of the White Bone Meditation.

I observe as I should be.

"Your mother."

"I'm not living anymore!"

She went crazy, pulling at her wine-red hair, and suddenly a wave of grief and indignation washed over her.

Why?

Why was this happening??

What happened to the promised ten years of mental accumulation?

How did he achieve Great Perfection in just one day?

Unfair, this is so unfair!

Chen Yuque felt a deep sense of powerlessness, murmuring to herself:

"I thought my junior sister was already invincible..."

She slumped onto the chair, then suddenly sprang up and ran out of the Martial Arts Academy like a madwoman.

The long street.

Moths swarmed around the streetlights, as if trying to extinguish the bright light. Occasionally, a gust of wind blew, bringing a rare coolness to the hot summer.

The moon hung quietly in the sky.

When Hong Tianbao heard his second disciple's shriek, he had already vaguely believed it.

He believed it, but he didn't want to believe it.

"You're saying you've achieved Great Perfection in the White Bone Meditation?" he stared at the clean-cut teenager. "Achieving Great Perfection in a meditation technique requires more than ten years of mental accumulation."

"Mental... accumulation?"

Zhang Fusheng blinked, not understanding what that was, and began to ponder. Wasn't Chen Nuanyu also at Great Perfection in her meditation technique?

He vaguely realized that the meaning and difficulty of achieving Great Perfection in visualization seemed to be much greater than he had imagined?

After a moment of silence, Zhang Fusheng carefully said:

"I don't know what happened. I was immersed in the purgatory illusion at the time, immersed for a whole day, and then, then I suddenly understood something."

"And then, it seemed like I achieved Great Perfection."

Hong Tianbao took a deep breath:

"A whole day."

He no longer hesitated, his eyes suddenly widening, filled with divine light!

Zhang Fusheng instinctively met the gaze of the old School Master.

Suddenly.

The cool summer night breeze disappeared, and the faint streetlight glow, obscured by swarms of moths on both sides of the street, also vanished.

Behind him was not the Martial Arts Academy, nor were there wide roads to his left and right.

Instead, there were mountains of blood and wailing skeletons.

The skeletons surged like a tide.

Zhang Fusheng looked up at the sky of this illusion—where was the sky? There was only the School Master's giant face.

The surging tide of skeletons was already upon him, roaring and screaming as if to tear him to shreds and devour him. A chilling cold swept over him.

Zhang Fusheng exhaled a breath of clear air and silently visualized himself.

The next moment.

He began to rot and decay, gradually turning into a skeleton, no different from the skeletal monsters.

"As bones, flesh grows; as flesh grows, bones emit light."

The teenager muttered to himself.

Then, on his 206 bones, a precious light actually bloomed!

Roars, bellows, wails, All sounds ceased at this moment.

The skeletons prostrated themselves, knelt, and prostrated themselves before the youth, uniformly issuing unpleasant shouts.

"Great Physician King!"

"Great Physician King!"

Amidst the worship, the youth raised his head again, looking at the boundless faces filling the sky, meeting their gaze.

The Purgatory Illusion was pierced by the faint light on his bones, then shattered into pieces. The scenes before his eyes dispersed, and he returned to the peaceful long street.

Before him stood the old School Master.

The old School Master slowly lowered the hand frozen in his long beard, and discreetly tucked a handful of white beard he had pulled out into his pocket.

He nodded and said:

"Indeed, you have achieved Great Perfection."

"Your spirit is profound and refined. From birth, you are equivalent to someone who has trained with a meditation technique for thirty to fifty years. Not bad."

Not bad?

Zhang Fusheng looked at the calm and composed old School Master, and his heart began to murmur again.

Had he guessed wrong?

Was the Great Perfection meditation technique not that difficult?

Or, were there many people born with profound spirits?

He was a bit confused, but he understood one thing: he was not born with a profound spirit.

It was because he truly had fifty years of accumulation.

If he were to use Zhong Shan's [Contemplation Time] as well, this accumulation would directly exceed a hundred years. What was the point?

Zhang Fusheng didn't understand, nor was he clear about the meaning of this. He only felt a bit uneasy because the School Master was too calm.

No, were the eyes of Martial Arts Masters always this high?

One refinement in a few days, and it was considered commonplace?

As his thoughts swirled, the School Master Hong said with restraint:

"Your spiritual accumulation is profound from birth, and your comprehension is also passable. Your bone structure doesn't look great, but that can be compensated for later. Hmm, it's barely enough to meet the requirements."

He paused, then said lightly:

"Thus, I can take you as my disciple. But remember, do not become arrogant due to your seemingly good talent. In the path of cultivation, the greatest taboo is blind arrogance."

Zhang Fusheng was overjoyed:

"School Master. Master, I understand what you mean!"

Hong Tianbao nodded, stroking his long beard with an air of profundity:

"Do not be arrogant, but do not be overly self-deprecating either. Your talent, while not earth-shattering, is still better than that of ordinary people..."

Before he could finish speaking.

A streak of fiery red rushed out of the Martial Arts Academy. The person couldn't suppress their excitement and shouted:

"Master! A monster, this is a complete monster!"

Chen Yuque slammed on the brakes and stopped in front of the two. Although she lowered her voice, she couldn't hide her excitement as she pointed at Zhang Fusheng:

"This great monster has cultivated the White Bone Meditation to the point of 'I Observe as I Should Be'!"

"He is that 'old thing' you were quite wary of!"

"Monster, a monster!"

Hong Tianbao pulled off another beard, closed his eyes, and sighed, not daring to look at Zhang Fusheng's bewildered gaze.

All his efforts were in vain, all in vain!

An hour later.

The Martial Arts Academy fell silent again. The students staying there gradually returned to their dorms, not understanding what had happened, but they all saw a youth follow the School Master up to the fourth floor.

"Who is that?" the students wondered.

Wang Xiangnan recognized Zhang Fusheng, but he found it hard to believe. The fourth floor...

Was he taken on as a personal disciple by the School Master?

No way.

Wang Xiangnan tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

At the same time, on the top floor of the Martial Arts Academy.

"So, this perverted freak is our junior disciple now?" The little munchkin glanced at Zhang Fusheng, looking displeased.

"Hey, don't talk about our junior disciple like that," Chen Yuque sighed softly. "Uh, but you're not wrong, he really is a perverted freak."

After a moment of silence, she wiggled her butt and stared at Zhang Fusheng:

"You really managed to train a fist technique to perfection??"

Three gazes locked onto his face.

Zhang Fusheng's expression remained unchanged, his heart beating steadily:

"It's a fist manual I found when I was a kid, called Tiger Roar Fist. I've been practicing it since I was little. I'm not sure if it's perfection, but it probably is?"

He flicked his hand, effortlessly kicking up a puff of dust. The dust swirled and danced in the wind from his palm, briefly coalescing into the shape of a tiger's head.

The quiet room on the fifth floor fell silent once more.

After a moment of silence.

"Ahem, fist techniques that align with intent, for a lower-tier fist technique, achieving perfection is indeed a sign of mastery."

Hong Tianbao's expression was calm—this time, it was genuinely calm.

More accurately, it could be called 'numbness'.

Heh, perfection in a fist technique, is that really that strange?

Can it compare to mastering White Bone Meditation in a single day?

Oh, wait, half a day.

He subtly patted his chest and asked calmly:

"Then what about that thunderclap sound?"

This time, he was truly calm, not faking it.

Hong Tianbao felt that in just over an hour, his capacity to be shocked had multiplied exponentially. Besides, A thunderclap sound, lower-level martial artists do have ways to produce it.

Although rare, it's not unheard of.

"Oh, that,"

Zhang Fusheng hesitated, but decided to tell the truth:

"When I was practicing Spring Thunder Technique at home this afternoon, it just reached great mastery as I was practicing."

Hong Tianbao's hand trembled slightly, then returned to normal. Chen Yuque was also numb:

"Oh, great mastery. Impressive."

She paused, then asked confusedly:

"What does that have to do with the thunderclap sound?"

Zhang Fusheng scratched his head and honestly confessed:

"Then I discovered that after reaching great mastery in Spring Thunder Technique, there was no further path forward."

The old man nodded:

"Breathing techniques are important, but compared to meditation techniques, they're nothing. Spring Thunder Technique can indeed only be cultivated to the level of great mastery. And then?"

For some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

As expected.

The young man spoke shyly:

"And then, I tried practicing Spring Thunder Technique again."

"As I was practicing, I pushed forward another 'half-step' and it seemed to reach... minor perfection?"

The quiet room was silent for a while.

After a long time.

Chen Yuque suddenly stood up, her voice calm:

"I'll go get some heart pills. Master, do you want one?"

"Me?"

The old man said calmly:

"Yes, one, please."