...Half a year later, at the Martial Soul Academy, in the back hills.
"Bro, have a Liqun!"
Seven Liqun cigarettes appeared in Wu Chuan's hand. He gave them a light toss, then his hands flashed, fingers flicking out like phantoms to strike each cigarette with pinpoint accuracy, without damaging a single one. The seven cigarettes shot away in streaks of light.
Across from Wu Chuan stood more than twenty wooden stakes, each between one and a half and two meters tall, about as thick as a spear shaft. Seven of them had red tassels tied to their tops.
This was the Wood Stake Formation Murong Huai had set up specially for Wu Chuan. At first, when Wu Chuan flicked the cigarettes with his fingers, he often snapped them in half. Later, he coated them with a layer of Soul Power for protection.
After that, he practiced his accuracy. The targets started out as thick as water jars, then gradually grew thinner until they were as thick as spear shafts. Then Murong Huai added many other stakes to confuse him. Now, with more than twenty stakes in the formation, Wu Chuan could flick the cigarettes precisely onto each target.
The seven cigarettes streaked through the air, weaving around the stakes with pinpoint accuracy before landing on the seven slender stakes topped with red tassels.
"Not bad, Wu Chuan. You've made rapid progress over the past six months."
Murong Huai couldn't help applauding, his eyes full of praise. He had watched Wu Chuan's performance over the past six months. Wu Chuan was indeed as hardworking and diligent as the other teachers had reported.
He had originally set Wu Chuan the goal of hitting one chosen stake among five. But Wu Chuan had not only achieved that goal within six months—he had far