Feet?
Ye Miyue was taken aback for a moment, clearly not reacting immediately.
It wasn’t until she followed the other person’s gaze and slowly looked down, leaning forward slightly to see her toes, that she finally understood.
Her cheeks flushed as if splashed with paint, turning crimson in an instant.
She shook her head vigorously, like a rattle drum, and her voice was as cold and hard as winter ice:
“No way!”
The refusal was firm and resolute.
Wang Xian smiled faintly.
After all, in ancient times, feet were something only the most intimate people could see, let alone use for…
In today’s era, who among decent people would use their feet?
“I suggest you think carefully…”
Wang Xian lay on the bed, his hands resting behind his head.
“The martial arts school is run by my uncle, and even if you’re just working part-time, your personal information is clearly on record.”
“Ye, the campus belle, surely you wouldn’t want the whole school to know tomorrow that you’ve been working as a…”
The words carried immense weight.
Before Wang Xian could finish, Ye Miyue panicked: “Wait…”
After what seemed like an internal struggle, Ye Miyue finally bent down, gently rolling up her pant leg to reveal a section of her calf, as white and smooth as a snow lotus.
So pale.
A few faint blue veins ran along her calf, extending all the way to the top of her foot.
Just a glance was enough to give the illusion of a ‘priceless treasure.’
“Come closer.”
Wang Xian thought for a moment, then added, “Put them on the bed, let me take a look.”
“?”
Ye Miyue’s eyes widened.
“Don’t give me that look like I’m some kind of pervert, okay?” Wang Xian said with a serious expression. “I need to check if there’s any odor. What if you pass something to me?”
“Doesn’t that make sense?”
Ye Miyue remained silent for a few seconds before placing her feet on the bed, moving closer.
Wang Xian leaned in, his brow furrowed as he examined her feet carefully, his demeanor completely serious.
Then, he used his hand to fan the air near her feet.
Before Ye Miyue could react with a shiver of embarrassment, Wang Xian spoke first:
“It’s a bit sour, huh.”
“Campus belle, go wash them.”
“……”
Ye Miyue immediately stood up and fled to the bathroom.
Wang Xian clicked his tongue:
“I didn’t expect her soles to already have martial spirit patterns.”
“……”
That’s right, he had genuinely been observing her seriously.
On the soles of Ye Miyue’s feet was an extremely rare and special martial spirit pattern.
In the year 2040, it was discovered that when someone awakens a high-level or above martial talent, their body would manifest ‘martial spirit patterns.’
The principle is that the energy of heaven and earth would gather and form due to the latent talent within the body.
“Based on the clarity of the patterns…”
“At least a King-level talent…”
Wang Xian sighed softly, “In the future, she’ll at least be a seventh-level grandmaster.”
Martial talent became a defining feature of the new era after the New Martial Calendar 1912, as the new generation of humans gradually replaced the old.
Those with martial talent were born with extraordinary power, capable of unlocking the genetic locks of the human body, awakening supernatural martial skills, and embarking on a new path of martial greatness.
People of the later era referred to this as the ‘New Martial Path.’
For those without martial talent, becoming a martial artist was far more difficult.
They had to endure grueling training, pushing their bodies to the limit, practicing highly demanding martial techniques, and enduring both physical and mental torment.
This was known as the ‘Old Martial Path.’
The New Martial Path was favored by the era, and all the martial gods of the past had followed this path.
As for Old Martial experts, apart from Wang Xian himself, not a single one had ever reached the eighth level.
But that didn’t mean the Old Martial Path was weak.
On the contrary, even in the past, it was still incredibly powerful.
It’s just that very few could endure the hardships required to master it.
Take, for example, the way Ye Miyue had pressed on his body earlier. It might have seemed simple, but in reality, it was an incredibly complex technique from the Old Martial Path known as the ‘Meridian Opening Method.’
Opening the meridians, which are the twelve primary channels and the eight extraordinary vessels, is crucial for circulating the energy of heaven and earth within the body.
For Old Martial experts to absorb this energy, they had to open their meridians. Without doing so, they could never match the strength of New Martial experts.
Each meridian contains dozens of key acupoints, some of which are vital points that could be life-threatening if mishandled.
Allowing someone to press on these points with a force of over a hundred pounds was essentially flirting with death.
Coupled with the infusion of energy from nutritional supplements, the pain endured was several times worse than being kicked in the groin.
Most people couldn’t withstand even a few seconds of it.
Only Wang Xian could endure it while calmly guiding Ye Miyue to press in just the right way to make him feel comfortable.
Thus, the difficulty of mastering the Old Martial Path was unimaginable.
After the 21st century, as the genes of the new generation evolved, more and more people awakened martial talent, and the Old Martial Path gradually fell out of favor.
Nowadays, over 70% of students in a school would awaken martial talent.
Very few would bother with the Old Martial Path anymore.
“Without a doubt, by the second semester of her senior year, when Ye Miyue awakens her martial talent, she’ll make a name for herself across the entire city of Rongcheng…”
For a small city, having even one person with King-level talent in a year was cause for celebration.
The occurrence rate of high-level or above martial talent was less than one in a hundred thousand.
For King-level or above, it was less than one in a million.
Wang Xian hadn’t expected that Ye Miyue, who had met an untimely end in his past life, actually harbored King-level or above martial talent.
Not long after, Ye Miyue emerged from the bathroom.
By now, she had composed herself, returning to her usual aloof and elegant campus belle demeanor.
During her training before starting this part-time job, the instructor had told her not to be afraid of anything as long as the other person didn’t get handsy. She was to treat it as if she were massaging a piece of pork.
Using her feet? Then it was just stepping on a piece of pork… nothing more.
“Wait.”
Seeing her approach calmly, Wang Xian made a gesture.
Ye Miyue was puzzled.
Wang Xian rummaged through the drawers beside the bed, then with a smirk, pulled something out and tossed it onto the bed:
“Put these on.”
Ye Miyue glanced at it, and in an instant, her composure shattered. Her eyes widened, filled with embarrassment and shock.
It was a brand-new pair of black stockings!
She looked up, her eyes blazing like those of an angry deity, capable of dispelling all indecency.
“Don’t give me that look again, as if I’m some kind of pervert,” Wang Xian said with a righteous tone. “I’m asking you to wear stockings for your own protection. Don’t you know about propriety between men and women? Besides, do you really want to step on a stranger’s body with bare feet?”
“Even if you’re okay with it, I have standards!”
“……”

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