Martial Skill Runs Away From Home to Hunt Monsters!

Ye Wudao smiled slightly but said nothing.

He did not know if the "good luck" Hu Lianfeng spoke of referred to the good fortune of having a disciple with such talent, or the good fortune of having such a fine furnace.

He opened his system panel, preparing to motivate his two new martial arts techniques to trigger their self-improvement state.

"Eight Extremes Fist, Mountain Crushing Fist, can't you two learn a thing or two from the Northern Dark Divine Art?"

"Now that you're with me, do you have no self-awareness at all?"

"Look at the Northern Dark Divine Art—see how hard it works?"

A thought rose in his mind.

[Your martial art Eight Extremes Fist has been stimulated by you and has begun to cultivate. Martial art proficiency +10!]

[Your martial art Mountain Crushing Fist has been stimulated by you and has begun to cultivate. Martial art proficiency +10!]

[Your martial art Eight Extremes Fist, stimulated by the Northern Dark Divine Art, has decided to nourish itself through combat. It has detached from the host to seek out opponents. Martial art proficiency +10/minute.]

[Your martial art Mountain Crushing Fist, stimulated by the Northern Dark Divine Art, has decided to nourish itself through combat. It has detached from the host to seek out opponents. Martial art proficiency +10/minute.]

The next second, four notifications appeared on the system panel.

Ye Wudao was stunned; he had not expected the automatic cultivation of martial arts to differ from that of internal techniques.

Internal techniques cultivated on their own, while martial arts went out to find opponents to fight!

Furthermore, martial art cultivation did not increase his realm experience.

[Your martial art Eight Extremes Fist has encountered a Tier 1 demonic beast. Battle intent erupted, and after a fierce struggle, martial art proficiency +50!]

Immediately after, another notification popped up on the system panel.

Ye Wudao was completely dumbfounded. These martial arts could actually leave him to go fight demonic beasts?

[Your martial art Mountain Crushing Fist has encountered a Tier 1 demonic beast. Battle intent erupted, and after a fierce struggle, martial art proficiency +50!]

Soon, good news arrived from the Mountain Crushing Fist as well.

Ye Wudao watched the constant stream of notifications on the system panel, feeling incredibly excited.

This martial art cultivation was much faster than internal technique cultivation.

Once an internal technique entered the path of self-improvement, it would only cultivate automatically and would not leave him to seek out others for combat.

However, internal techniques seemed to lack combat capability; their primary function was to help him raise his realm.

But once a martial art entered the path of self-improvement, it could not only cultivate automatically but also go out to brawl with demonic beasts.

While brawling, the martial art proficiency could increase indefinitely.

Moreover, the martial arts leaving him to fight demonic beasts did not seem to affect his own ability to use them.

He could clearly feel the experience accumulated by the martial arts in battle feeding back into his mind.

Unknowingly, a wealth of practical combat techniques appeared in his mind, as if they had been branded there.

"Kid, what are you grinning about?"

"Cultivating martial arts isn't like cultivating internal techniques—you need to get moving!"

At this moment, Zhang Hankuang, who was standing to the side, noticed Ye Wudao staring into thin air with a silly smile and spoke up to remind him.

Ye Wudao quickly exited the system panel, looked at Zhang Hankuang, and said softly, "The senior is right to remind me. I was just digesting the fist techniques you and my master taught me."

Hearing Ye Wudao's words, Hu Lianfeng gave Zhang Hankuang a dissatisfied snort. "What is this, One-Eyed Dragon? Is he your disciple or mine?"

"I'm not in a rush, so what are you so anxious about?"

"He has only just entered the path of martial arts; doesn't he need to study a new fist technique properly?"

Zhang Hankuang looked at Hu Lianfeng with disdain and scoffed, "Of course you're not in a rush; you know exactly what you're planning."

"I just see that the kid is good material, and I don't want to see him ruined in your hands."

Hu Lianfeng furrowed his brows and said in a deep voice, "Zhang Hankuang, what do you mean by that?"

Zhang Hankuang narrowed his eyes, his tone cold as he replied, "Old Ghost Hu, you know full well what the Northern Dark Divine Art is used for!"

Hu Lianfeng narrowed his eyes and snapped, "What? You want to stick your nose in? Don't forget the rules of the pugilistic world."

Zhang Hankuang glanced at Ye Wudao, then back at Hu Lianfeng, before shaking his head helplessly. "Fine! This is a matter between master and disciple; it has nothing to do with me. I'll say no more!"

Listening to the exchange between the two, Ye Wudao's thoughts raced.

He had already gathered that Hu Lianfeng most likely intended to use him as a furnace.

Zhang Hankuang must have known about this when Hu Lianfeng taught him the Northern Dark Divine Art.

It was just that now that he had displayed a certain level of martial talent, Zhang Hankuang felt it was a pity and did not want him to become Hu Lianfeng's furnace.

As for the "rules of the pugilistic world" that Hu Lianfeng mentioned, he roughly understood what they meant.

Since he was currently Hu Lianfeng's disciple, Zhang Hankuang could not interfere in matters between them.

He looked toward Elder Qin, who was sitting on the first bed with his eyes closed in meditation, and couldn't help but wonder: he had no idea what this Elder Qin thought of him.

Perhaps only Elder Qin could suppress Hu Lianfeng.

At this moment, he did not intend to sit and wait for death. He looked at Hu Lianfeng and asked, "Master, what did you mean by what you just said to Senior Zhang?"

Hu Lianfeng glared fiercely at Zhang Hankuang, then turned to Ye Wudao and said, "It's nothing, just some old grudges between me and One-Eyed Dragon."

Ye Wudao pursed his lips and did not ask further.

Now was not the time to fall out with Hu Lianfeng; he did not yet have the capital to do so.

Hu Lianfeng glanced at Ye Wudao, frowned slightly, and said, "Focus on your cultivation and don't worry about other matters."

"Once you reach the Houtian Realm minor completion, I will naturally tell you."

Ye Wudao nodded, took one more look at Elder Qin on bed number one, and then set his stance to begin practicing his fist techniques.

After finishing a set of Eight Extremes Fist, he felt refreshed, with a sense of ease radiating throughout his entire body.

Immediately after, he attempted to practice the Mountain Crushing Fist.

"Hoo..."

Although it was somewhat strenuous, his fists still stirred up the wind.

Zhang Hankuang glanced at Ye Wudao, his eyes lighting up.

However, when he saw Hu Lianfeng standing nearby, he could only shake his head helplessly.

Hu Lianfeng watched Ye Wudao practicing the fist techniques, feeling somewhat surprised as well.

It seemed that this cheap disciple he had taken in truly possessed decent martial arts talent.

He had only demonstrated the Eight Extremes Fist to Ye Wudao once, yet Ye Wudao was already able to perform it in its entirety; his talent for martial techniques was at the very least quite good.

In particular, he could even detect a hint of seasoned experience in Ye Wudao's Eight Extremes Fist, which was extremely rare.

Watching Ye Wudao continue to practice, he pursed his lips and fell into deep thought once again.

At this moment, Elder Qin on bed number one suddenly stood up, glanced at the wall clock, and said, "Time is up, let's go!"

Hu Lianfeng looked at Elder Qin and said to Ye Wudao, "Stop practicing and come with me."

Ye Wudao nodded, withdrew his stance, and stood behind Hu Lianfeng.

Zhang Hankuang also stood up from his bed and followed behind Elder Qin.

Elder Qin glanced at the three people behind him, looked pointedly at Ye Wudao, and instructed, "Stay close to your master later and don't run around."

Ye Wudao nodded.

A flicker of something unusual crossed Hu Lianfeng's eyes, but when Elder Qin's gaze shifted toward him, his expression returned to normal.

Elder Qin turned his head, walked toward the cell door, and placed his hand gently on the door handle.

The next second, the door opened automatically.

Ye Wudao looked outside the door with curiosity; there wasn't a single prison guard in sight.

He looked at Elder Qin, his eyes filled with shock.

What kind of method was this?

Opening a lock out of thin air without a key?

Moreover, that was a padlock—it was hanging on the door!

In other words, Elder Qin had used some special means to open the padlock from this side of the door and even removed it from the latch.

If Elder Qin possessed such abilities, how could this cell possibly hold him?

Then why was Elder Qin staying in this prison?

Was being in jail fun?