Even You Must See Whether I Can Take It

"What plans could I possibly have?" Yi Feng sighed, his face full of helplessness. "For now, I can only guard this little patch of land and scrape out a living. Of course, if I could take in a few more disciples, that would be even better!"

"Oh."

Old Ancestor Qingshan nodded, faint disappointment stirring in his heart.

The reason he had asked was because he had hoped to learn something from Yi Feng about the direction of the grand situation to come.

If he could learn even a little, then master and disciple would be taking a shortcut.

But Yi Feng's words seemed to answer the question while saying nothing at all.

Since Yi Feng did not wish to reveal anything, Old Ancestor Qingshan naturally did not dare ask further.

Still, successfully borrowing the blade today was already a perfect outcome.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two hurriedly took their leave.

Only after they had walked a great distance from the Martial Arts Hall did they recover their breaths and turn into two streaks of light, flying toward the Qingshan Sect.

The moment he returned to the Qingshan Sect, Old Ancestor Qingshan hurried inside.

"Martial Uncle, wait for me! Wait for me!" Zhu Yun trotted behind Old Ancestor Qingshan, his face brimming with flattery.

"What is it?"

Old Ancestor Qingshan came back to his senses and asked irritably.

"Hehe." Rubbing his palms together, Zhu Yun said with a grin, "Martial Uncle, could you let me take a look at that blade?"

"What is there for you to see?" Old Ancestor Qingshan barked.

"Just one look, only one look." Zhu Yun bent at the waist, speaking humbly.

"Hmph!"

Old Ancestor Qingshan snorted coldly and impatiently took out the blade.

Whoosh!

As the blade emerged, it brought with it an unusual aura.

Zhu Yun's tiny eyes narrowed into slits as he cautiously raised his hand, wanting to touch it.

In an instant, Old Ancestor Qingshan put the blade away.

"Alright, you've seen it. I'm going into seclusion for a day. Inform all the sect's higher-ups that there will be a meeting tomorrow."

With that, Old Ancestor Qingshan transformed into a streak of light and vanished.

Zhu Yun's face twitched as his hand hung in midair. He spat in the direction Old Ancestor Qingshan had left, but he still did not dare neglect the order and hurriedly notified the people of the sect about tomorrow's meeting.

"Doggy, come here."

Lying in the courtyard, Yi Feng beckoned to Ao Qing.

Ao Qing wagged his tail eagerly, squinting as he came to Yi Feng's feet.

Petting the dog was part of Yi Feng's daily routine.

After he was done, Yi Feng stretched lazily, then took off his shirt, revealing smooth, healthy skin.

"Let's do some boxing. If I don't move around soon, my muscles and bones are going to fall apart."

With that, Yi Feng loosened up his muscles and bones, walked to the side, and entered a meditative state.

A set of Shaolin Fist then unfolded as smoothly as drifting clouds and flowing water.

Though he had no cultivation, his fist technique had already reached the level of being On Par with Gods. When he practiced it, Gale Force rose on every side, and every movement carried a kind of beauty.

"Awoo!"

Nearby, Ao Qing stared wide-eyed and could not stop himself from howling. He was so excited he was nearly crazed.

From the moment Yi Feng assumed his stance, Martial Intent had already filled the surrounding space.

The moves were clearly not complicated, and it was clearly just a simple punch, yet it carried an incomparably profound feeling.

Without realizing it, Ao Qing seemed to comprehend something, and his realm directly broke through by a level.

But gradually, he could understand less and less.

Even stranger, he had wanted to memorize this set of fist techniques, only to discover that no matter what he did, he could not recall what moves Yi Feng had performed before.

At this point, Yi Feng's fist technique had already reached a white-hot state.

When Ao Qing excitedly tried to watch again, he found his head swimming and his eyes bulging.

The fierce impact of Martial Intent nearly made his entire body burst apart.

Ao Qing hurriedly closed his eyes, knowing this was simply not a realm he could covet.

Gradually, Yi Feng finally withdrew his stance.

"Feels great."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Yi Feng felt incomparably refreshed. After not exercising for so long, practicing a set of punches was simply blissful.

Looking at the dog beside him, Yi Feng smiled. Ruffling his head, he said with a laugh, "How was that? Your master is impressive, right?"

"Awoo, awoo."

Ao Qing barked twice.

"You little rascal, you really are smart." Yi Feng took a sip of water and laughed. "Since that's the case, I'll practice another set."

Putting down the teacup, Yi Feng entered a meditative state again.

It had not been easy to enter this state, so it would be excellent to exercise a little more.

Another set of Internal Family Fist slowly unfolded in his hands.

Ao Qing's expression turned ugly.

Senior, Senior, I know your good intentions. You want to nurture me properly, but even you must see whether I can take it!

That earlier set of Shaolin Fist had already left him dizzy and swollen-headed, nearly bursting him apart.

Yet Yi Feng had now brought out another, even more profound set of punches.

He did not dare look at this fist technique even once!

It was not that he did not want to; the key was whether he had the life to watch it.

After finishing the set of Internal Family Fist, Yi Feng was drenched in sweat, yet he felt exceptionally refreshed. After taking a bath, he lay back down in his recliner.

Then he took out the Flame Bead Old Ancestor Qingshan had given him and turned it over in his hand, studying it...