Six Harmonies United, the Fierce and Beautiful Master

The vast training hall fell into dead silence.

The outer sect disciples witnessing this scene rubbed their eyes, wondering if they were still dreaming.

Li Mo had only just learned this fist technique.

Yet today, he defeated Wang Hu—the tyrant of the training hall—with a single punch, leaving him unable to even crawl back up.

And they call this a beginner?

Are all true disciples this monstrous?

On the grand chair, He Hongfeng’s eyes flickered with shifting emotions.

Having touched the threshold of the Observation Divine Realm, he could clearly see that Li Mo had only opened one primary meridian.

While his progress was undeniably fast, that wasn’t what shocked him.

Wang Hu was at the Qi-Blood Realm with three meridians opened.

For a one-meridian fighter to crush a three-meridian opponent—though Wang Hu had underestimated his foe—it proved Li Mo’s mastery of fist techniques far surpassed Wang Hu’s!

He had seen it clearly.

That punch was at least at the minor mastery level of the Six Harmonies Fist!

Wang Hao shot up from his seat and rushed to Wang Hu’s side, channeling his inner breath to stabilize the latter’s qi and blood. His expression darkened to the extreme.

"If True Disciple Li disdains sparring with outer sect disciples, then how about crossing hands with me?"

"Wang Hao, this violates the rules."

He Hongfeng set down his teacup, inwardly cursing.

An Inner Breath Realm cultivator who’d been training for years, challenging a Qi-Blood Realm novice?

Have you no shame?

The other outer sect disciples also couldn’t hold back their outrage.

When Wang Hu bullied us, you stayed silent.

So he’s only allowed to win, is that it?

"I won’t use my inner breath. I’ll suppress my cultivation to the early Qi-Blood Realm. An inner sect disciple seeking guidance from a true disciple—even if this reaches my master, it’s still within the rules."

Wang Hao made no effort to spare He Hongfeng’s dignity.

He Hongfeng’s face grew even uglier. Using Fu Tu to pressure him?

The gap between an inner sect deacon and an outer sect deacon was far greater than that between their disciples.

A cold smirk suddenly twisted his lips as a thought struck him.

"Fine. As long as you don’t regret it. What say you, Junior Brother Li? If you wish to decline, that’s understandable."

Wang Hao ignored him, his sharp gaze locking onto Li Mo.

Li Mo narrowed his eyes.

If they were at the same realm, it was worth a try.

Moreover, during the earlier fight, an inexplicable surge of battle intent had risen in his chest. Instead of fading, it had only grown fiercer, like a wildfire.

That was why, in his first real combat experience, he had executed his techniques without the slightest hesitation, unleashing everything he’d learned.

Could this also be due to the Xuanpin Immortal Body?

"Then I’ll ask for your guidance."

Li Mo’s soft voice sent ripples through the crowd.

He actually accepted? He’d only been practicing fist techniques and martial arts for two days at most!

If it were any other inner sect disciple, it might be fine—but Wang Hao, for all his amiable facade, was vicious at heart...

Li Mo then turned his head.

"Senior Brother Xiao, step back a bit—huh?"

Where was Old Xiao?

The space beside him was empty. Xiao Qin had vanished without a trace.

Strange. Old Xiao didn’t seem the type to flee at the first sign of trouble.

"Hah, you stand up for others, yet they abandon you."

Wang Hao, eager to ensure his opponent didn’t back out, clasped his hands behind his back, lips curling in mockery.

"To avoid accusations of bullying, I’ll let you make the first—"

Whoosh—

Before he could finish, a fist was already at his ribs.

Li Mo had no patience for niceties with troublemakers. His spine arched like a drawn bow, his fist a cannonball aimed straight for the vulnerable spot below Wang Hao’s ribs.

Feeling the sharp gust of wind, Wang Hao raised a brow but remained unshaken.

Boom!

Their fists collided.

Wang Hao’s arm went numb from the impact, yet he stood firm, relying on his combat experience to counterattack immediately.

But to his shock—

Li Mo moved with the precision of a veteran!

Ignoring the straight punch aimed at his chest, Li Mo instead surged forward, his arm descending like an iron whip toward Wang Hao’s shoulder.

His fist momentum flowed seamlessly, without pause—minor mastery of the Six Harmonies Fist?

Wang Hao’s heart chilled, but his own punch was already beyond recall.

Gritting his teeth, he poured every ounce of his Qi-Blood Realm strength into the strike, executing it flawlessly.

He, too, had minor mastery of the Six Harmonies Fist!

And moreover—

Hmph.

Wang Hao snorted, pulling his shoulder back slightly.

Li Mo’s devastating punch landed—but an invisible force seemed to cushion the blow, leaving it a hair’s breadth from its target.

Meanwhile, the punch to his chest sent Li Mo stumbling back several steps.

Inner breath?

Li Mo exhaled sharply, recognizing Wang Hao’s feint—he had used inner breath after all.

But instead of protesting, the fire in his eyes burned brighter.

"Again!"

"Oh?"

Wang Hao was taken aback by the kid’s tenacity, though his sneer deepened.

In the end, you’re just a novice with a few tricks.

The longer this drags on, the more your inexperience shows. This move again?

If it failed once, repeating it would only leave you open—

His pupils abruptly constricted.

That fist—

Crack!

Li Mo’s fierce punch shattered the thin layer of inner breath, landing squarely on Wang Hao’s shoulder.

Wang Hao staggered back, his face alternating between green and white, vision swimming.

"Six Harmonies interconnected?!"

"Major mastery?!"

He Hongfeng’s teacup slipped from his fingers, spilling premium Longjing tea all over his lap.

But he didn’t even notice, his face frozen in shock.

The Six Harmonies Fist was foundational, yes—but that didn’t make it easy. On the contrary, the most basic techniques were often the hardest to refine, each step requiring relentless practice.

Is this even human?

Wang Hao, caught off guard, had suffered a heavy blow.

Yet instead of conceding, his entire body trembled with barely suppressed fury.

"Wang Hao! What do you think you’re doing?!"

Before He Hongfeng could intervene—

Wang Hao was already charging forward, his palm shimmering with a sinister gleam as he aimed straight for Li Mo’s dantian.

He Hongfeng moved to intercept, his cultivation far superior—

But his help wasn’t needed.

Boom—

Wang Hao flew backward like a cannonball.

Under that terrifying force, his bones emitted a series of sickening cracks.

He smashed through the wall, leaving a gaping hole in his wake.

He Hongfeng’s hair stood on end as he stiffly turned his head.

"Elder... Elder Shang."

"Master? Senior Brother Xiao?"

Li Mo blinked, spotting two figures at the entrance.

None other than Shang Wu and Xiao Qin.

Except Xiao Qin—a burly grown man—was currently being dangled in the air by one hand, his face ashen.

"Master, why are you here?"

"This kid said you were being bullied in the training hall, so I came."

Shang Wu’s eyes narrowed to slits.

Gone was her usual lazy demeanor—now she resembled a tigress defending her territory.

Understanding dawned on Li Mo.

So that’s why Old Xiao disappeared earlier. Knowing Wang Hao’s sore loser nature, he’d gone straight to Jade Cluster Peak to fetch reinforcements.

"Smart move, Old Xiao."

"Ugh... cough You flatter me, Junior Brother Li."

Xiao Qin, finally set down, swayed unsteadily, his stomach churning.

Poor guy—a Qi-Blood Realm cultivator hauled through the skies by an Inner Landscape Realm expert.

"Master, you beat him up like this... is this really okay?"

Li Mo withdrew his sidelong glance.

Not far away, Wang Hao had been smashed straight into the wall like a hanging painting, his bones shattered beyond count. Foam dribbled from his mouth, his breathing ragged—more exhales than inhales. Even if he survived, he’d likely be crippled.

"Hmph, of course it's not okay."

Shang Wu crossed her arms, narrowing her almond-shaped eyes. "Daring to lay a hand on someone under my protection? A mere inner disciple attacking a true disciple? Someone’s definitely pulling the strings behind this."

"You there, what’s your name again?"

"This... this humble one is He Hongfeng."

He Hongfeng wiped cold sweat from his brow, legs trembling.

Damn that idiot Wang Hao—no amount of persuasion could stop him.

New to the sect, and he had to pick a fight with her?

Any seasoned disciple knew: in the Qingyuan Sect, it was better to offend the Sect Master than provoke the Ninth Elder.

"Go to the Divine Arms Peak. Tell Fu Tu to get his ass over here."

"If I don’t see him within fifteen minutes, I’ll pay him a visit myself."

Shang Wu sprawled lazily across the grand chair.

"Me?!"

"Hmm?"

"R-right away!"

He Hongfeng bolted out as if a ferocious beast were chasing him.

Li Mo: "???"

He’d been worried about the classic "small fry beaten, big fry comes seeking revenge" scenario—that the matter would escalate and his master would face consequences.

But Shang Wu’s attitude suggested she was ready to drag the "big fry" over for a beating too?

Xiao Qin coughed lightly and whispered,

"Rumor has it the Divine Arms Peak used to be quite tall, second only to the Qingyuan Main Peak."

Li Mo paused, glancing out the window.

Among the mountain peaks, the Divine Arms Peak was now the shortest, as if a massive chunk had been gouged out.

Xiao Qin continued,

"Back when Elder Han He and Elder Shang Wu had a disagreement, she... well, she removed the summit."

Li Mo: "What?!"

He stared at the jagged, beast-bite-like scar where the peak should have been.

Turning back, his delicate, seemingly harmless master sat sipping tea, legs crossed, a faint smirk playing on her lips as if recalling a fond memory.

Li Mo felt the absurdity and surrealism of it all.

"Come here, my precious disciple—are you hurt?"

Shang Wu beckoned with a sweet smile.

Li Mo approached, touched—until she added:

"When Fu Tu gets here, we’re squeezing him dry. Think you’re up for it?"

"Squeeze him dry?"

Li Mo broke into a cold sweat.

No wonder his master had arrived so quickly.