You Old Man, It Depends On Whether I Can Withstand It

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

"Oh."

Old Ancestor Qingshan nodded, feeling a bit disappointed.

The reason he asked was that he had hoped to glean some insight from Yi Feng about the future direction of the grand scheme. If they could learn even a little, then he and his disciple would be taking a shortcut.

But Yi Feng's words, while seeming like an answer, said nothing at all.

Since Yi Feng didn't want to reveal anything, he naturally wouldn't dare to ask further.

However, successfully borrowing the blade today was already a complete success. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two quickly took their leave.

After walking a considerable distance from the Martial Arts Hall, the two finally regained their breath and transformed into two streams of light, flying towards the Qingshan Sect.

Upon returning to the Qingshan Sect, Old Ancestor Qingshan hurried inside.

"Martial Uncle, wait for me, wait for me!" Zhu Yun panted, following closely behind Old Ancestor Qingshan with a fawning expression.

"What is it?"

Old Ancestor Qingshan snapped back to attention and asked irritably.

"Hehe." Zhu Yun rubbed his palms together and said with a smile, "Martial Uncle, can I take a look at that saber?"

"What's so great about it that you need to look?" Old Ancestor Qingshan growled.

"Just one glance, just one glance." Zhu Yun bowed, speaking humbly.

"Hmph!"

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

"Whoosh!"

As the blade emerged, it carried a distinct aura. Zhu Yun narrowed his eyes and cautiously raised his hand to touch it. Instantly, Old Ancestor Qingshan retracted the saber.

"Alright, you've seen it. I'm going into seclusion for a day. Notify all the high-ranking members of the sect; we'll have a meeting tomorrow."

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

Zhu Yun, with his hand still suspended in mid-air, twitched his face. He spat in the direction Old Ancestor Qingshan had left, but he dared not neglect the order. He quickly notified the sect members about the meeting the next day.

"Doggy, come here."

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

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

Petting the dog was Yi Feng's daily routine.

After petting him, Yi Feng stretched and then took off his shirt, revealing his smooth and healthy skin.

"Let's do some boxing. If I don't move soon, my muscles and bones will start to stiffen."

With that, Yi Feng stretched his limbs and went to the side, entering a state of meditation.

Then, a set of Shaolin Fist was performed with flowing grace. Although he had no cultivation, his fist techniques had reached a level comparable to the divine. As he sparred, gusts of wind erupted, and each move and stance exuded a sense of beauty.

"Awooo!"

Beside him, Ao Qing's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but let out a howl. He was so excited he was going crazy.

From the moment Yi Feng began his stance, the surrounding space was filled with Martial Intent. The movements were not complicated, and even a simple punch conveyed an extremely profound feeling.

Unknowingly, Ao Qing seemed to have comprehended something, and his realm directly broke through a level.

However, gradually, he understood less and less.

Even stranger, he wanted to memorize this set of boxing techniques but found that he couldn't recall the specific moves Yi Feng had just executed at all.

At this moment, Yi Feng's boxing had reached its climax. When Ao Qing excitedly wanted to watch again, he found himself dizzy and disoriented. The intense impact of Martial Intent almost made him explode.

Ao Qing quickly closed his eyes, realizing that this was simply not a level he could aspire to.

Gradually, Yi Feng finally finished his movements.

"Comfortable."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he found that after not exercising for so long, performing a set of boxing was incredibly refreshing.

Looking at the dog beside him, Yi Feng smiled. He rubbed Ao Qing's head and said, "How was it? Pretty amazing, your master, right?"

"Woof woof."

Ao Qing barked twice.

"Little guy, you're really smart." Yi Feng took a sip of water and chuckled, "Since that's the case, I'll do another set."

Putting down his teacup, Yi Feng entered his meditative state again.

It was good to get more exercise while he was in this state. Another set of Internal Family Fist began to unfold under his hands.

Ao Qing's face contorted.

Senior, oh Senior, I know your good intentions, wanting to cultivate me well, but you old man, you have to consider if I can handle it!

The previous set of Shaolin Fist had already made him dizzy and on the verge of exploding, and now Yi Feng was unleashing another, even more profound, set of boxing.

He didn't dare to look at this punch even once!

Of course, it wasn't that he didn't want to, but the key question was whether he had the lifespan to do so.

After finishing a set of Internal Family Fist, Yi Feng was drenched in sweat, yet he felt exceptionally refreshed. After taking a shower, Yi Feng lay back down on the lounge chair.

Then, he took out the Flame Bead that Old Ancestor Qingshan had given him and held it in his hand, contemplating it