Some of the old fellows, however, were getting on in years, and their reactions were a little slow.
Fortunately, they had drilled that imposing spirit into themselves!
That spirit came from the military soul forged in iron and blood in his memories of his previous life!
Every stance, every step, every kick was as precise as if it had been measured with a ruler!
Once unleashed, that perfectly synchronized, heaven-shaking, earth-shattering might would absolutely scare every disorganized rabble in the Cultivation World into pissing and shitting themselves!
He glanced at the Incense Masters in the distance, as well as Fang Yuan and Bai Yutang, who were making their rounds.
At this point, Fang Yuan and Bai Yutang were the chief instructor and deputy chief instructor respectively, each bristling with aggression.
Whenever the training fell short, the two would march over and give the Incense Masters a kick, making those old fellows who had once stood high above everyone else bow and scrape in repeated apology.
Bai Yutang, however, had been up to all sorts of little antics lately.
Like right now.
After scolding an old fellow, Bai Yutang ran over to a graceful female elder, waved the folding fan in his hand, and recited with an air of rakish elegance.
"A tree of pear blossoms weighs upon the crabapple blooms; the flower path has never been swept for a guest."
"A moment on a spring night is worth a thousand gold; sunlight upon Incense Burner Peak raises violet mist!"
He really had the manner and bearing of a pedantic, musty scholar down to perfection, making the female elder blush and praise him repeatedly.
"Wonderful poetry! Wonderful poetry, Deputy Instructor!"
"Damn it! Do you even understand poetry, or are you just praising whatever you hear?"
Chun Xiaobai flashed over and kicked