As long as it had a direct connection to the Immortal Path, it would be easy to handle.
What kind of person was Zhang Xiaohua? An Immortal Path Qi Practitioner. Though the first few acupoint-striking manuals were simple and straightforward, they were ultimately explained on the foundation of the Martial Way. To Zhang Xiaohua, they left him knowing the what but not the why. Yet this genuine manual, incomparably obscure in the eyes of Martial Way practitioners, was as sweet as honey to him.
The more he read, the happier he became, but the more he read, the more alarmed he was. If he truly mastered this "[***] Finger," it would be quite a help to him. This [***] Finger could not only strike acupoints, it could truly [***] people. After striking their acupoints, whatever he told them to do, they would do. It truly was an indispensable tool for harming others.
Before he knew it, the night had grown deep.
Under the lamplight, Zhang Xiaohua studied earnestly, his right hand constantly striking at empty air. His diligence truly left nothing to be said.
The next day, when Nie Qianyu woke, the first thing she did was look at whether Xiao Juzi on the kang beside her had sat up. She was deeply disappointed. Walking over to the kang, she checked her pulse, only to find that the vitality in it had weakened by several more degrees.
Nie Qianyu began to panic. She hurried outside, praying in her heart, Perhaps Brother Ren has already invited one of his elders here. They simply did not wish to disturb us.
However, when she entered the courtyard, she saw Zhang Xiaohua calmly practicing his fist forms. Anger rose in her heart. After waiting with great difficulty for him to finish, she went up