Martial Force Transforms into a Dragon, a Talent That Stunned Ye Qingyao! (Eight-Thousand-Word Chapter, Please Vote with Monthly Tickets)

"One hour? He sensed it in just one hour?"

Qin Zhong, who had been guarding the doorway like a door god with his arms folded against the frame, involuntarily straightened, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He stared at the figure bathed in starlight inside the room, his Adam's apple bobbing with a difficult swallow.

"Back then, it took me a whole day and night, with Senior Sister Ye relentlessly beating it into me, just to barely grasp a thread of its presence."

Qin Zhong felt his worldview take a hit—a critical strike worth ten thousand points of damage.

In this world that prized innate constitution and comprehension, he had always felt that, while he was not among the very best, he was certainly above average. Otherwise, Hong Tianbao would never have picked him out at a glance and accepted him as a personal disciple.

Yet now, watching Li Xiang advance like a blade splitting bamboo, Qin Zhong's heart was a jumble of conflicting emotions.

"Is this the payoff from years of building a foundation, or is Junior Brother Li simply a monster of talent?"

He muttered to himself, feeling both the sting of being outclassed and an inexplicable surge of pride.

This was his junior brother.

Qin Zhong clenched his fists, his gaze fixed on the room. "Break through the soil. Let me see what flowers this seed of yours can bloom into, and what fruit it can bear."

Inside, candlelight flickered.

Ye Qingyao stood with her hands behind her back, Li Xiang's figure reflected in her cool eyes.

As Li Xiang performed Taizu Long Fist faster and faster, his movements grew increasingly fluid. Every trace of stiffness vanished from his techniques, which flowed like drifting clouds and running water, seamlessly natural.

She knew he was ready.

To her eyes,