The next day.
The sun rose high, casting bright light over the land.
In the martial training hall, Xiao Qin limped inside, his face pale and his breath weak—clear signs of injury.
"Xiao Qin actually dared to come today..."
"After getting beaten so badly yesterday, his wounds probably haven’t even healed yet."
"Ah, if it were the old Xiao Qin, he could’ve crushed Wang Hu with one hand. Who knows what happened to him?"
"If he stays like this for another six months, he’ll probably be expelled from the Qingyuan Sect, right?"
A few disciples whispered among themselves, their tones tinged with pity.
But the moment Wang Hu and Wang Hao walked in, they immediately fell silent.
"You trash, you still have the guts to show up today."
"Good, very good. I love stubborn fools who refuse to admit defeat."
Wang Hu grinned with amusement, cracking his knuckles.
Thud—
Xiao Qin ignored him, continuing to practice his punches despite his injuries.
Li didn’t come today?
It seemed he had taken his advice.
Sigh... Unfortunately, Xiao Qin had no choice but to be here.
In six months, if nothing changed, he’d be kicked out of the Qingyuan Sect.
With his Qi-Blood Realm declining again and again, his only hope now lay in mastering his fist techniques.
"Senior Brother Xiao, you’re injured?"
Hearing the voice, Xiao Qin turned around—and froze in surprise.
"Li Mo?"
The others were equally stunned.
He actually came?
Yesterday, Wang Hu had openly threatened to "spar" with Li Mo if he ever showed up again.
Wang Hu had been training in martial arts since childhood.
Li Mo might have exceptional talent as a core disciple, but he was still a newcomer to martial arts with no prior foundation.
Was he really that concerned about losing face as a core disciple if he backed down from a mere outer disciple?
But getting humiliated in a fight would be even worse!
"Good, good, good. So you think I wouldn’t dare challenge a core disciple, huh?"
Wang Hu narrowed his eyes, shifting his focus to Li Mo. His aura turned dangerous.
If he had merely toyed with Xiao Qin, his hatred for Li Mo ran bone-deep.
He glanced at his cousin.
"Don’t break the rules," Wang Hao said indifferently.
"Of course not," Wang Hu smirked.
Meaning: within the rules, anything goes.
He Hongfeng frowned. Couldn’t Wang Hu just stay quiet for once?
Had these two forgotten how terrifying Elder Shang Wu was?
But since they weren’t technically breaking any rules, there was nothing he could say.
"Stop standing around! Start training!"
The outer disciples resumed their fist practice, while Wang Hao began teaching the Six Harmonies Fist to the newcomers.
His movements were fluid and natural, showing years of mastery in the technique.
Yet, the atmosphere in the training hall was tense.
Something’s about to go down...
"You shouldn’t have come," Xiao Qin said gravely, his thick brows furrowed.
"You got beaten up yesterday, yet here you are," Li Mo replied with a carefree smile.
Xiao Qin sighed. "I have my reasons..."
"So do I."
"Eh?"
Xiao Qin was taken aback, unsure how to respond.
True, though they hadn’t known each other long, Li Mo didn’t strike him as the type to fight just for pride.
"Senior Brother Xiao, take this. Consider it repayment for teaching me yesterday."
Li Mo handed him a small jade box.
"The Six Harmonies Fist isn’t some divine technique, so there’s no need to—Huh?!"
Before Xiao Qin could even open the box fully, his pupils shrank in shock.
He recognized what was inside.
Mystic Crystal!
"Keep it quiet. Just between us," Li Mo whispered, pressing a finger to his lips.
"Junior Brother Li, I—I can’t accept this!"
"Besides, a treasure like this can enhance any martial art. You should use it yourself!"
Xiao Qin hurriedly closed the box, lowering his voice.
"My constitution is special. It’s useless to me."
Li Mo’s smile carried sincerity.
He had seen the flash of desire in Xiao Qin’s eyes—yet the man had restrained himself, refusing the gift and even reminding Li Mo of its value.
This guy’s worth keeping around.
"Even so, it’s too precious."
Xiao Qin remained firm.
"If you feel indebted, consider it a loan. Pay me back someday."
"And as the first friend I’ve made here, refusing again would be an insult."
Li Mo slapped the box into his hand.
"Friend..."
Xiao Qin clutched the box, stunned.
Once, he’d had friends in the Qingyuan Sect—back when his talent still shone.
But after falling from the inner sect to the outer sect, those so-called friends vanished. None offered help; some even kicked him while he was down.
And yet, Li Mo, who had only learned fist techniques from him for a day, was giving him a treasure that could change his fate.
Just now, the jade pendant on his chest had reacted violently.
"Take it, Senior Brother. You need this," Li Mo urged again.
After a brief struggle, Xiao Qin clenched his jaw.
"I will never forget this kindness."
No grand speeches, no questions about why Li Mo believed he could repay this debt someday.
Just a firm gaze and a solemn fist salute.
Some things needed no words.
"Then I won’t hold back when I need your help later."
Li Mo patted his shoulder.
Judging by the look in Xiao Qin’s eyes, the man would probably throw himself into danger for him without hesitation.
A purple-destiny individual.
His cheap master also had a purple destiny—now the youngest elder in the Qingyuan Sect.
A single investment could secure the loyalty of a future powerhouse and earn system rewards.
A triple win.
He won twice. Talk about luck.
"They say more friends mean more paths."
"If I keep investing like this, once they grow stronger, won’t I become the most well-connected man in the Great Yu?"
Li Mo’s imagination ran wild.
A classic scene played in his mind:
A core disciple of the Qingyuan Sect returns home to find his father living in a doghouse.
With a single command, 10,000 experts descend from the skies...
From now on, call me Li "The Face-Fruit Bearer" Mo.
What a glorious future.
Ah, right. The rewards.
Xiao Qin offered to continue teaching him the Six Harmonies Fist, but Li Mo declined with a smile, choosing to sit aside instead.
Sipping tea, he checked his investment returns.
[Congratulations, Host! Successful investment: Mystic Crystal x1.]
[Investment reward: Extreme Arms Slaughter Body.]
[Extreme Arms Slaughter Body (Peerless Art)]: "Harness the killing intent of weapons to temper the body, forging an indomitable physique. At its peak, all arms bow before you. Not only does it grant unmatched physical might, but it also amplifies the power of any weapon wielded!"
The complete martial art flooded his mind, instantly memorized.
Li Mo closed his eyes, absorbing the knowledge.
This was a body-refining technique—one that also enhanced weapon mastery!
"This art requires tempering myself with the killing aura of weapons..."
Deep in thought, Li Mo pondered his next steps.
"Ultimate Soldier's Body Refinement" - just the name alone exudes a menacing aura.
However, this is by no means a heretical practice. Instead, it is an extremely pure and highly sophisticated method of external body training.
It is extremely perilous and incredibly difficult to master.
But the rewards after mastering it far outweigh the hardships and perils!
Li Mo made a decision... to practice it!
In the martial world, getting into trouble is inevitable.
No matter how good the armor is, it can't compare to one's own strength.
For his own safety, he must master this technique.
"Is there a place within the sect where the sharp killing aura of soldiers is strong?"
Before he knew it,
The instructor in the Martial Arts Hall had finished teaching the boxing techniques.
It was now free - practice time,
Which also meant that free sparring was allowed.
"Li Mo, you don't have a woman to protect you today, do you?"
Wang Hu sneered, clenching his fists until they creaked.
His eyes were blood - red, and his gaze was filled with such hatred that it seemed he wanted to devour the young man in front of him alive.
He Hongfeng sensed something was wrong.
However, just as he was about to stand up and stop it, Wang Hao grabbed his hand.
"Junior Brother Wang, if something really goes wrong, you and I can't bear the responsibility," He Hongfeng said in a solemn tone.
Wang Hao squinted his eyes and sneered, "Don't worry. My cousin knows his limits. Besides, he's only at the Qi - Blood Realm. If there's any problem, you can stop it at any time."
"As long as it's within the rules, don't interfere."
"Alright then."
He Hongfeng hesitated for a moment and thought it made sense.
He had already reached the Great Heavenly Cycle Realm of inner breath. As long as he paid attention, no one at the Qi - Blood Realm could cause any major trouble under his nose.
"Wang Hu!"
Xiao Qin took a step forward and actually stood up, walking straight towards Wang Hu.
It seemed that he wanted to have a "sparring" session with Wang Hu first.
Xiao Qin was always reliable.
But someone was faster than him.
Xiao Qin only heard a whistling sound of the wind passing by his ear.
Wang Hu only saw a dark shadow rapidly expanding in his field of vision.
It was a fist!
Bang -
Almost all the outer - sect disciples present hadn't even reacted yet.
When they finally came to their senses, they heard a dull thud.
Wang Hu staggered backwards and finally plopped down on the ground.
The look of shock on his face hadn't even had time to fade.
He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word. The pain in his ribs made it hard for him to breathe.
It seemed that a bone had cracked.
"You're too weak. Sparring with you, I'm afraid I won't learn anything,"
Li Mo said indifferently, still wearing a faint smile on his face.
Beside him, Xiao Qin's mouth was wide open in disbelief.
The Six - Harmony Boxing?
This couldn't be right. Li Mo had just learned the boxing yesterday!
Moreover, he had just started his cultivation. Where did he get so much strength?
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