A Ten-Year-Old Master's Lessons Can't Be Trusted

"Minister Lin?"

The nurse rang the doorbell again.

"It's time for your lunch. I'll also give you a quick check-up."

Besides the medical team members, there was also a cook pushing a food cart in the corridor.

The food cart was piled high with hundreds of deep-fried pork ribs, and the strong aroma of cumin and pork filled the entire corridor.

Ever since Lin Chucheng and became young again, the medical team has been very worried about his condition. Although one test did not reveal anything, they still insisted on testing him every day.

In case anything bad happens, we can prepare as much as possible.

After all, he had already lost four-fifths of his weight. If he shrank again, wouldn't he shrink back to the size of an infant?

However, ten-year-old Lin Chucheng didn't like to cooperate with examinations all the time.

Fortunately, he has a big appetite now, and he especially likes to eat meat.

The medical team would take advantage of the meal delivery time to test him.

After the doorbell rang three times, the door was finally opened.

This is the second floor, and the window facing outwards is wide open.

The curtains, partially obscured, fluttered in the wind outside, allowing sunlight to stream in.

The child who had just opened the door jumped back onto the bed and said in a muffled voice, "Let's check first."

A tablet computer was on the bed, displaying the standby screen of a fighting game.

The nurse asked, "Minister, have you been staying up all night playing games again?"

"No, no, I only started playing this morning."

The child quickly shook his head, then pulled at his lower eyelids. "Look, I don't have any dark circles."

To prove you don't have dark circles, why are you pulling at your eyelids? It looks more like you're making a face.

The nurse had no choice but to sit down on the edge of the bed and prepare to put a wristband on him.

A muffled thud suddenly came from outside.

It sounds like it's coming from the training field; the noise is really loud to be heard all the way here.

Lin Chucheng's ears perked up, and he stared intently out the window. "One."

The nurse asked, puzzled, "What?"

I'm not talking to you.

Hearing the second noise outside, Lin Chucheng was even more delighted. He jumped directly onto the windowsill and gazed at the training field.

The nurse was initially anxious, but then felt relieved.

Although she knew perfectly well that this was the minister, he looked like a child now, and the sight of him stepping onto the second-floor window made her subconsciously a little nervous.

"The second time, and then the third... Oh dear, who is that person? Why is he stopping Uncle Bear?"

Lin Chucheng got angry and, like a small cannonball, jumped out of the window with a whoosh.

The medical team members quickly gathered around the window.

All that could be seen was Lin Chucheng's figure, who hopped twice on the corners of the rooftops of several buildings before flying to the training ground in the distance.

Who are you?

A childish voice rang out from the training field.

The child wearing an orange-red t-shirt fell with a thud, landing on the barrel of a tank.

The long cannon barrel swayed violently under his foot, but it still held firm.

The child stared at Chu Tianshu with puffed-up cheeks.

"You're quite capable, but why are you stopping Uncle Bear?"

"He finally got into a rhythm and was playing smoothly, but now you're stopping him, and he's stuck again."

"For quite some time afterward, it'll probably stay at the level of striking three palms in a row."

The members who had been dodging around the training ground had all gathered together, each with a different expression.

Mo Xiaoyu and Tang Nu also rushed into the training field.

Tang Nu exclaimed excitedly, "What beautiful kung fu! This time, you even managed to land a reliable person without any equipment!"

Mo Xiaoyu then walked over to Xiong Zhengsan and took his pulse.

"Fine!"

Mo Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief and called out to Lin Chucheng, "Minister, if it weren't for Mr. Chu's help, Old Xiong definitely wouldn't have been able to withstand such a series of blows."

She thanked Chu Tianshu again.

"Fortunately, Mr. Chu intervened in time. That strike just now not only broke through the palm force but also restored his strength, preventing Old Xiong's vital energy from being wasted."

"I am temporarily in charge of the Northwest region, and I sincerely thank you."

Chu Tianshu waved his hand. "It's nothing."

His figure suddenly floated and landed on the cannon barrel at Lin Chucheng Station, a smile on his face.

"So you're Senior Lin. You really have become like a child in every way."

Chu Tianshu sized up the other man and chuckled, "Old Xiong's fighting style, while very demanding, also requires a high level of skill. It doesn't seem like something he created himself. Did you teach him?"

Tang Nu said, "Old Xiong used to be a master of the Old Red Fist in Shaanxi. After he was transferred here, the minister said he was a man of great courage and taught him a set of Purple Blood Great Art."

Mo Xiaoyu seemed to be deep in thought.

"The Purple Blood Great Art was originally an ancient evil martial art, but because it lacked a small part of the manual, it lost its evil nature."

Mo Xiaoyu looked at Old Xiong, "The minister's guidance to you before probably only went up to the Rolling Blood Strike."

"Who taught you that combo that caused so much damage?"

Xiong Zhengsan has calmed down a bit now, but he still feels lingering fear when he recalls what happened before.

"The minister taught me that too."

Xiong Zhengsan was still a little embarrassed, "But, it was the minister who taught me a couple of days ago..."

A couple of days ago? Wasn't that after she turned into a child?

All eyes on the training ground were focused on Lin Chucheng.

Lin Chucheng's gaze was somewhat evasive; the anger he felt when he rushed over had completely vanished.

"W-What are you doing?"

Chu Tianshu asked in confusion, "Didn't you say you lost your memory?"

Xiong Zhengsan quickly replied, "The minister indeed doesn't remember the Purple Blood Great Art, but he came to instruct me that day, and I explained it to him again."

"Yes."

Lin Chucheng said, "I saw him secretly practicing boxing late at night that day. He was very hardworking, but his punches were so disjointed."

"Just watching it made me feel uncomfortable; it felt like ants were crawling all over my body."

"So I went to ask him what he was practicing, and then taught him to play more fluidly."

At this point, Lin Chucheng seemed to become a little more self-assured.

"When I taught him the seven-punch combo, I even demonstrated it myself. How come I was unharmed?"

"It must be something he did just now; he still didn't practice it correctly."

Chu Tianshu knew that Lin Chucheng had likely retained his cultivation level, but he just couldn't remember how to use it.

It's possible that someone might hear about ancient techniques and then offer some insightful guidance.

However, Lin Chucheng was renowned for his solid foundation in basic skills, and his teaching style was always characterized by its profound and weighty approach. Even when he taught according to students' individual needs, he never strayed from the fundamental principles.

How could someone who has shrunk in size be able to devise such a powerful and potentially fatal offensive technique on the spot?

Chu Tianshu thought for a moment, then took out a piece of candy from his pocket and said with a smile, "Then do it again, and let me see?"

Lin Chucheng took the orange gummy candy, stuffed it into his pocket, and obediently jumped from the cannon barrel to the ground.

As he assumed his stance and raised his hand, the internal energy emanating from his body transformed into the aura of the Purple Blood Great Art, indicating that he had indeed practiced it before.

But when he uses this style of boxing, its power is naturally much stronger than that of Xiong Zhengsan.

In the blink of an eye, he unleashed seven moves, palms interspersed with fists, and fists with palms interspersed.

Seven purple fist and palm prints were thrown forty or fifty meters away, causing a tank there to rattle and its tracks to buckle and break.

The sound was like striking a bell.

"Good!!"

The entire action team cheered loudly, raised their hands excitedly, clapped, and whispered among themselves.

"Even though the minister shrunk, his kung fu skills are still amazing! The minister is truly incredible!"

"The minister was right before, you have to build a solid foundation. If your foundation is strong, you can still use your skills even when you're small! I'll practice for an extra hour tonight!"

Chu Tianshu secretly praised the man's superb skill. This man had basically lost his memory and was not using the same cultivation method he used to practice, yet he still managed to achieve such an effect.

However, using this technique alone is more powerful, but also more burdensome.

Even if Lin Chucheng's physical body is stronger, after seven consecutive moves, he would probably show signs of large areas of ruptured capillaries on his arms.

Chu Tianshu observed very carefully and determined that Lin Chucheng did not subconsciously use any other techniques to alleviate this burden.

He really did tough it out, and his hands were fair and smooth, without any damage.

"You see, as long as you hit the right spot, nothing will happen."

Lin Chucheng took out a gummy candy, pressed it with his knuckles, and the bulging packaging bag burst open, the gummy candy jumping into his mouth.

After the demonstration, he felt relieved.

Chu Tianshu landed beside him, still staring at him.

Lin Chucheng chewed on a candy. "What's wrong?"

Give me a drop of your blood.

Chu Tianshu took out a hollow silver needle.

Lin Chucheng readily extended his arm, which was as thick as a lotus root.

Chu Tianshu gently pricked the skin with the needle, drawing out a drop of blood, but the wound was barely visible on the skin.

Mo Xiaoyu walked over. "A blood test is the most basic check. We've had frequent tests these past few days, and there have been absolutely no abnormalities."

"Oh?"

Chu Tianshu stared at the blood droplet on the needle tip for a while, then suddenly made a claw-like motion with his left hand from the side.

Greenish-blue specks of light floated out from the crimson blood droplets.

According to the Origin Canon of the Old Immortal Nanhua, it is not appropriate to extract vital energy from complex living beings such as humans and livestock. Forcing such extraction would be counterproductive.

But if it's just a drop of blood, of course you can try. If I'm not mistaken, most of what you extract should be water-attribute energy.

However, what Chu Tianshu is refining now is wood-type elemental energy.

Moreover, the wood-elemental energy extracted from just this tiny drop of blood is no less than that of a hundred-year-old tree!

No wonder Lin Chucheng to fight.

For him, this burden would probably be offset by the overwhelming vitality before any injury even occurred.

(End of this chapter)