In the small courtyard.
The early autumn breeze carried a hint of chill.
Yet that chill could not suppress the boiling "passion" in the courtyard.
"Overturning Mountains and Seas!"
"Foshan Shadowless Kick!"
Lin Xiaoxiao stood in a crooked horse stance, wildly flailing her fists through the air.
This set of movements was all about doing whatever felt right.
One second, she was imitating the Tai Chi pushing hands she had seen on television.
The next, she had turned directly into a street thug throwing turtle fists.
And yet.
Lin Xiaoxiao was particularly absorbed in it.
Her fair cheeks were covered in beads of sweat, while she recited lines worthy of terminal eighth-grader syndrome.
By the stone table some distance away.
"Honey."
"Has this girl gone mad from practicing?"
"With those turtle fists of hers, what can she do if she runs into Ferocious Beasts? Give them a back massage?"
Lin Jianguo held a purple clay teapot, his brows knitted tightly together.
He took a sip of tea and turned to Zhang Hui, who was picking vegetables.
"What do you know?"
"This is called having too much energy."
"Our Xiaoxiao is a martial artist now. She's Mid First Rank!"
Zhang Hui rolled her eyes and snapped the water spinach in her hand into two pieces.
Hearing that.
Lin Jianguo sighed, though his eyes could not hide his pride.
Starting three months ago.
Every so often, the authorities would send over a batch of Ferocious Beast meat.
Lin Jianguo and Zhang Hui were getting on in years, so they absorbed it slowly.
But Lin Xiaoxiao was not even twenty yet, right at the age when she was still growing.
That very night.
Lin Xiaoxiao successfully condensed a Qi Vortex and became a true First-Order Martial Artist.
Most importantly.
Because of Lin Yuan's