Fierce Tiger Fist Perfected

"Elder Yun, once your disciple entered the sect, he opened his Spiritual Aperture straight away. At such a pace, I'm afraid not even you could compare. Though it was a gift from an immortal, he did open his aperture. You must teach him well!"

The Grand Elder added.

My disciple actually received an immortal's gift and opened his Spiritual Aperture!

Yun Qingyao was utterly astonished.

No wonder Lu Ren had wanted to bid for the Aperture Opening Pill back then. She had wronged Lu Ren.

For a moment, Yun Qingyao's feelings were a tangled mess, and she felt somewhat sorry for Lu Ren.

Now that he had opened his Spiritual Aperture, the Aperture Opening Pill was naturally useless to him. Of course he could auction it off and earn a hefty sum.

How was that failing to make progress? He was clearly a business prodigy.

"Elder Yun, the Sect Master has given an order. You must bring your disciple to participate in this exchange of skills among the newly admitted disciples!"

The Grand Elder's words directly interrupted Yun Qingyao's thoughts.

Yun Qingyao came back to her senses and smiled. "Grand Elder, I agree to this."

"You really agree?"

A look of surprise appeared on the Grand Elder's face.

He had been worried that Yun Qingyao would refuse, but he had never expected her to agree so readily.

"Since I have taken on a disciple, I will certainly help the sect cultivate an outstanding disciple, while also repaying the Sect Master's kindness!"

Yun Qingyao said.

"Are you confident you can train that Lu Ren? Though he has opened his Spiritual Aperture, he is still a Scrap Bloodline, something never seen before!"

the Grand Elder said.

Confidence appeared on Yun Qingyao's cool, beautiful face. "My disciple has my Fire Spirit Sword. I only need to teach him the sword technique I created myself. Even if he has a Scrap Bloodline, I am fully confident I can teach him. As long as he trains my sword technique to the beginner stage, he can open at least two Spiritual Apertures!"

"If he can train it to minor mastery, he can open four Spiritual Apertures. If he reaches major mastery, he can open six!"

Her disciple merely had abysmal talent. That was decided by Heaven and could not be changed. Yet as long as he worked hard and had her guidance, he could still grow stronger.

"Hahaha! If even a Scrap Bloodline can truly be cultivated by you, it will be enough to make our Qingyun Sect famous!"

The Grand Elder burst into laughter.

If their Qingyun Sect could even nurture Scrap Bloodlines, more geniuses would naturally join the Qingyun Sect in the future.

"Since there is nothing else, I shall go see my disciple!"

After saying that, Yun Qingyao rose and left.

At this moment, within the courtyard.

Xiao Huohuo wielded the Fire Spirit Sword as he practiced the Blazing Sword Technique, carrying considerable momentum.

"This Blazing Sword Technique is truly formidable. Once I train it to major mastery, those disciples with Fifth-grade Bloodlines will definitely be no match for me!"

Xiao Huohuo stared excitedly at the Fire Spirit Sword in his hand.

For only two hundred thousand Copper Coins, he had gotten to experience the power of a Low-grade Spirit Artifact in advance. It had truly been worth it.

"I'll strive to train the sword technique to the beginner stage within one month!"

Just as Xiao Huohuo finished speaking and was about to swing the Fire Spirit Sword again, he suddenly sensed an afterimage streak past before him.

Immediately afterward, a slender palm caught him off guard and struck toward his chest.

Pfft!

Xiao Huohuo spat out a mouthful of blood, then flew backward and crashed to the ground.

When he saw the figure clearly, a flicker of shock appeared on his pained face. "S-Saintess!"

Yun Qingyao drew up the Fire Spirit Sword that had fallen to the ground. With a thrust of her blade, its tip pointed at Xiao Huohuo.

"You have some nerve! You actually dared bully my disciple and steal his Fire Spirit Sword. Though my disciple has a Scrap Bloodline, do not forget that he has a master!"

Yun Qingyao's face was frosty, and an icy aura radiated from her, as though she intended to freeze Xiao Huohuo solid.

At that moment, an image could not help surfacing in Yun Qingyao's mind: a disciple with a Scrap Bloodline being bullied and suppressed by disciples from the same courtyard, until even the meeting gift bestowed by his master was taken away.

Xiao Huohuo's entire body went cold, and he trembled nonstop. "Saintess, could there be some misunderstanding?"

"What could I possibly have misunderstood? Wasn't the Fire Spirit Sword in your hand given by me to Lu Ren?"

Yun Qingyao asked coldly.

"The Fire Spirit Sword was indeed given to Lu Ren by you, but I didn't steal it. Lu Ren sold it to me!"

Xiao Huohuo hurriedly explained, terrified that Yun Qingyao would kill him in a fit of rage.

Yun Qingyao was not merely an elder of the Qingyun Sect; she was also the Saintess of the Jiangyun Kingdom. Even if she killed him within the sect, the Xiao Family would not dare utter a single word.

"Nonsense!"

Yun Qingyao said coldly, "My Fire Spirit Sword is worth at least one million Copper Coins. How could a newly admitted disciple like you possibly afford it?"

"I couldn't afford it, but Lu Ren let me pay him in installments. I gave him two hundred thousand Copper Coins first. For the remaining eight hundred thousand Copper Coins, plus interest, I have to give him eighty-eight thousand Copper Coins every month for the next ten months!"

Xiao Huohuo said with tears in his eyes.

"Installments? Interest?"

Yun Qingyao's spiritual eyes widened, as though she had heard the most unbelievable thing in the world.

"Saintess, I truly didn't lie to you. If you don't believe me, wait until Lu Ren returns and we can confront each other face-to-face!"

Xiao Huohuo hurriedly said.

"No need!"

Yun Qingyao put away the Fire Spirit Sword, took out twenty banknotes, and tossed them to Xiao Huohuo. She said coldly, "Here is your two hundred thousand. I'm taking the Fire Spirit Sword back!"

Xiao Huohuo was on the verge of tears. The Fire Spirit Sword had been taken away—hadn't he borrowed the Blazing Sword Technique for nothing?

"Saintess, what if Lu Ren asks me for money?"

Xiao Huohuo asked miserably.

"Of course you don't give it to him. If he refuses to accept that, beat him up. A good-for-nothing with a Scrap Bloodline who neglects his studies is simply asking for a lesson!"

Yun Qingyao left in a huff.

In her twenty years of life, this was the first time she had given someone a gift, yet Lu Ren had sold off the gift she gave him and even made someone pay for it in installments.

She had originally intended to spend some time teaching this disciple, but now she wanted nothing more than to slap him to death.

Not long after Yun Qingyao left, Lu Ren returned excitedly and rushed into his dormitory.

Entering the Pagoda Space required an absolutely safe environment. Otherwise, his mind could not relax, and he would be unable to enter the Pagoda Space.

Soon, Lu Ren entered the Pagoda Space.

Lu Ren looked at the sixty bags of Spirit Rice before him and made a rough calculation. Sixty bags of Spirit Rice could sustain him for eighty-two years.

Lu Ren had practiced the Fierce Tiger Fist for an entire month without even finding the knack of it, but now that he had eighty-two years of training time, was he supposed to fear being unable to master it?

"Let's begin training!"

Lu Ren took out the Fierce Tiger Fist manual and continued practicing.

For someone like Lu Ren with a Scrap Bloodline, cultivation was a thankless, exhausting task. It took him a full two years just to train the Fierce Tiger Fist to minor mastery.

Xiao Huohuo had the talent of a Fourth-grade Bloodline and reached minor mastery in three days, while Lu Ren had spent two years.

The gap between them was simply too vast.

"It's fine if my talent is poor. I can grind it out. This Spirit Rice is still enough for me to train for eighty years!"

Lu Ren continued training.

In the blink of an eye, thirty years passed!

Within the Pagoda Space of the Heaven and Earth Law.

Lu Ren lunged forward like a fierce tiger, his fists striking out continuously. His fist wind howled and the air trembled, like a tiger descending the mountain.

Hah!

Lu Ren suddenly shouted and punched a huge boulder before him.

Boom!

With an explosive crash, the boulder instantly shattered, spraying fragments of stone everywhere.

"It actually reached perfection!"

A smile could not help appearing on Lu Ren's face.

Though the Fierce Tiger Fist was a Human Tier Low-grade Martial Skill, once trained to perfection, its power was far from weak—even stronger than some Human Tier Mid-grade Martial Skills.

Although it had taken thirty years, Lu Ren did not care.

Moreover, Lu Ren discovered wisps of spiritual energy circulating within the palms of both his hands, transmitting astonishing power.

Lu Ren was overjoyed. He had opened another two Spiritual Apertures!