Rules

You defeated another LV1 enemy and gained 1 experience point.

You defeated another LV1 enemy and gained 1 experience point.

You defeated another LV2 enemy and gained 2 experience points.

After every bout with one of the youths, Chen Ming would receive a prompt like this, and all the experience he gained was halved.

Heaven knew how much effort it took for him not to laugh out loud.

After fifteen sparring sessions, he gained another 23 experience points.

This was simply an unexpected delight.

He had originally thought that defeating the same person a second time would yield no experience points. Who would have thought...

"Looks like there might be a time limit."

On his way home, Chen Ming pondered the difference. Last time, in the prison, the interval had been too short. This time, a day had passed.

Of course, there were other possibilities.

That would need further verification.

No matter what, this was definitely major good news.

As Chen Ming was thinking, he suddenly heard an angry voice. "...You don't even know him. Why did you plead with Master for him?"

Huh, wasn't that Wen Zehao?

It sounded like he was arguing with someone.

Chen Ming had no desire to meddle in other people's business. He immediately turned and left without listening to what they were arguing about.

Huo Qianqian looked at Wen Zehao, whose face was twisted by burning jealousy. Her own face flushed red, grievance glimmering in her tearful eyes.

The ever-gentle Seventh Senior Brother had actually been so fierce with her over such a trivial matter.

Not even her grandfather had ever scolded her.

Annoyed, she snapped, "Who do you think you are? Since when was it your turn to control me? I'll plead for whoever I want."

"You—"

The fury in Wen Zehao's chest swelled further, nearly exploding.

When Huo Qianqian saw his savage expression, she was frightened at first, but then anger surged from her heart. "What, are you going to hit me?"

Wen Zehao froze at once. In the end, he did not dare raise a hand against her.

Seeing that he had fallen silent, Huo Qianqian turned and walked away.

With nowhere to vent the rage filling his chest, Wen Zehao smashed a fist into a tree. With a crack, the tree, as thick as a bowl's rim, snapped in the middle and crashed down.

Chen Ming had no idea that he had missed such a fine show. He was thinking about how to allocate his points.

After considering it for a long time, he ultimately decided to put the bulk of them into the "Three Powers Fist."

Li Jinchuan had put him under considerable pressure today. If he had not decided on the spot to put all 25 experience points into the "Three Powers Fist," he might really have capsized in a gutter.

Same old rule: 3 points to the "Iron Horse Stance," 20 points to the "Three Powers Fist."

Name: Chen Ming

Level: 3

Current Points: 0

Cultivation Method: "Iron Horse Stance" (Second Layer 8/200+)

Martial Skill: "Three Powers Fist" (Proficient 86/200+), Bagua Saber Technique (Beginner 12/100+)

After adding the points, the sensation of growing stronger was utterly intoxicating.

Over the next few days, Chen Ming ran quite a few experiments and finally confirmed his earlier guess.

There really was a time limit.

If he defeated the same person twice on the same day, he could not gain experience points the second time. More than a day had to pass.

The more times he defeated the same person, the fewer experience points he would gain.

The good news was that no matter how many times he defeated someone, he would still receive at least 1 experience point.

Thus, starting from the fourth day, the experience points he gained each day became fixed at 15.

In this day-after-day sparring, his strength grew greater every day at a speed ordinary people could scarcely imagine.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

"Junior Sister, I really know I was wrong."

In the back courtyard, Wen Zehao was carefully apologizing to Huo Qianqian, coaxing her in a lowly manner.

For the past half month, Huo Qianqian had refused to see him. She was clearly truly angry. Master had also summoned him and, openly and indirectly, reproached him for making Qianqian angry. He was genuinely starting to panic.

"You're Senior Brother. How could you possibly be wrong?" Huo Qianqian was still speaking with a touch of sarcasm.

"I was too narrow-minded. Junior Sister, I just care too much about you. When I learned that you had pleaded with Master for another man, jealousy drove me nearly mad. That was why I was fierce with you. I really know I was wrong..."

Under such a barrage of sweet words, Huo Qianqian's attitude finally softened. Her face grew a little warm as she said coquettishly, "Honestly, you get jealous over everyone. Do you think I could possibly fancy that kind of man?"

"Whenever it concerns you, I become stupid."

"If you dare be so fierce with me again, I really won't speak to you anymore."

"..."

After leaving Huo Qianqian, Wen Zehao went to the Training Ground to find Third Senior Brother Zhang Mingyu.

Zhang Mingyu teased, "With springtime written all over your face, did you make up with Junior Sister?"

"Senior Brother's eyes are sharp as torches."

Wen Zehao smiled, still feeling somewhat pleased with himself.

Today, he had successfully held Junior Sister's little hand. Their relationship had taken another step forward. Naturally, there was no need to tell Senior Brother about that.

As they were talking, a burst of cheers suddenly came from nearby.

Wen Zehao's expression abruptly darkened. Without even turning his head, he knew that the students under Fifth Senior Brother were sparring with Chen Ming.

Chen Ming!

Just thinking of that person made him feel uncomfortable.

For the past half month, he had been racking his brains to earn Junior Sister's forgiveness and had had no time to deal with that fellow. He had not expected the fellow to still dare prance about before his eyes.

If it had not been for that bastard, would he and Junior Sister have quarrelled like this?

A cold glint flashed through Wen Zehao's eyes.

Zhang Mingyu noticed the change in his expression and asked curiously, "Why are you suddenly unhappy again?"

"Third Senior Brother, I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"We're brothers. Why talk about favors? Go on, what is it?"

Wen Zehao said, "I don't like that Chen Ming. Can you think of a way to drive him away? You know Master was the one who asked that he be kept, so we can't make Master lose face. It would be best if we could make him leave on his own."

Zhang Mingyu immediately laughed. "I wondered what it was. This is easy. Leave it to your senior brother. I guarantee he'll lose face badly in public and never have the face to remain here again."

"Then I'll thank Senior Brother in advance."

Zhang Mingyu said, "It's a small matter. Just bring me two more bottles of good wine next time."

After saying that, he beckoned a student over. "Qi Jun, come here."

A tall, lean young man with dark skin walked over. "Third Senior Brother, Seventh Senior Brother. What are your instructions?"

Zhang Mingyu said, "Find an excuse to beat up that fellow named Chen Ming in public. You can humiliate him slowly."

Qi Jun's eyes lit up at first, but then he hesitated slightly. "But wouldn't that make Fifth Senior Brother lose face?"

"Don't worry. I'll speak to Fifth Junior Brother. Just go ahead and do it. Are you confident?"

Qi Jun laughed loudly. "If I can't even deal with that kid, I might as well go back to the countryside and carry buckets of manure!"

He had observed that fellow Chen Ming on the very first day he arrived. His "Iron Horse Stance" was at most at the Second Layer; only his "Three Powers Fist" was trained fairly well.

His "Iron Horse Stance" had long since broken through to the Third Layer. He could beat that kid flat with one hand.