Ye Miyue was stunned by these words, her lips parting slightly.
After a moment of thought, she nodded gently.
"Hmm, that makes sense."
With that, she silently picked up the pair of stockings and walked into the bathroom.
When she emerged again, Wang Xian was greeted by the sight of a pair of impossibly long legs clad in black stockings approaching him.
It was a breathtaking view, something rarely seen in this world.
The only regret was that she wasn’t wearing a short skirt.
Wang Xian lay back down on the bed, revealing a well-proportioned and firm back.
"Same as before, stick to the previous position."
"This time, use the Zhan Zhuang stance, the Hunyuan stance."
"Have you practiced it before?"
"Uh... not really..."
Hearing her response, Wang Xian wasn’t particularly surprised.
Zhan Zhuang was a fundamental practice of traditional martial arts. Although traditional martial arts had gradually been phased out by the times, some of its essence had been preserved.
Zhan Zhuang was one such essence. After students had their vitality potential tested upon enrollment, they were usually taught the Zhan Zhuang stance.
Its primary purpose was to strengthen the body.
But in this era, with the rise of new martial arts, most students didn’t take Zhan Zhuang seriously.
After all, once they awakened their martial arts talent and gained supernatural abilities, everything else seemed less important.
It was like the civilian fitness routine from before.
In reality, however, both the Hunyuan stance and the fitness routine were refined over decades from the traditional martial arts system by the nation.
How could they be so simple?
In the future, Wang Xian would practice the Hunyuan stance day after day, eventually reaching the seventh realm and becoming a master of traditional martial arts.
Later, after extensive research with many new martial arts experts and numerous personal refinements, he discovered that when combined with specific breathing techniques, Zhan Zhuang could significantly enhance the foundation and potential of new martial artists.
This was considered a groundbreaking move at the time.
After more than a decade of validation, it was only after Wang Xian had fought for years on an alien battlefield that the method was finally confirmed.
Ultimately, it was officially named the "Hunyuan Breathing Method" by the five highest martial arts committees of Dragon Country.
It was a foundational cultivation method that combined traditional Zhan Zhuang with the new martial arts' genetic breathing techniques.
However, that was all a lifetime away.
Sadly, Wang Xian didn’t live to see the widespread adoption of this breathing method...
"Stand straight, stand firm, stand correctly. The three essentials of Zhan Zhuang, and you’ve missed all of them."
Wang Xian glanced back, "Ye Miyue, aren’t you supposed to be a top student? Your Zhan Zhuang isn’t great... You can’t even stand steadily. How are you supposed to use your feet to... massage me?"
"......"
Ye Miyue didn’t respond. There was no defiance in her eyes, only a hint of shame.
In truth, she was standing quite well.
Of course, "well" was relative to the other students at school...
To Wang Xian, however, her stance was far from adequate. At a glance, nothing about it met the standard.
"Lower your shoulders another inch. If your hands are weak, press them together and keep them close to your sides..."
"Don’t keep your feet too close together. Spread them a bit more!"
"......"
Wang Xian continued to nitpick.
Before long, Ye Miyue, clad in black stockings, had adjusted her stance, her body taut like a bowstring.
Her loose pants now clung tightly to her legs, perfectly outlining their graceful curves.
A few minutes passed.
"Lift your foot and let me see..."
Ye Miyue lifted one foot at his command. While her lower body remained steady, her upper body began to sway slightly, losing its balance.
From Wang Xian’s perspective, two "rabbits" suddenly appeared, bouncing lightly.
"You still need to practice Zhan Zhuang... If there were a proficiency meter, you’d be at about 100/50, barely at the beginner level..."
Wang Xian continued to critique while keeping his eyes fixed on her.
Less than ten minutes into the stance, her legs began to tremble slightly.
Ye Miyue lowered her head, her ears turning red.
"Alright, now follow my instructions for breathing..."
"Listen carefully. Inhale deeply, let the energy flow through your body, gather strength, sink it into your dantian, and keep your mind empty..."
The Hunyuan Breathing Method consisted of about a hundred words of mnemonic chant. It sounded simple, but without proper guidance, mastering it was no easy task.
Only when one could seamlessly integrate it into every movement—walking, sitting, or lying down—could it be considered a true achievement.
Wang Xian explained each word in detail, and thanks to Ye Miyue’s innate intelligence, she grasped most of it within half an hour.
With this cultivation method, Ye Miyue’s stance visibly stabilized, and her overall demeanor improved significantly.
"You’ve adapted well enough. You can start massaging now."
Wang Xian yawned. After teaching for so long, it was time to enjoy the fruits of his labor.
True to his teachings, Ye Miyue massaged him with her feet diligently, her expression serious and focused. It was hard to imagine that she was currently wearing stockings and using her feet to massage a man.
The contrast between her earnest demeanor and the somewhat risqué nature of the act created a uniquely alluring charm.
Pure yet seductive.
"If it were that little green tea Chen Yuting, she’d probably..."
Wang Xian’s thoughts involuntarily drifted to another figure.
Glancing at the time and seeing Ye Miyue’s intense concentration, Wang Xian’s mind stirred.
Just as Ye Miyue was about to place her foot down again, Wang Xian subtly shifted his body.
The tip of her foot, coated in nutrient-rich ointment, missed its mark and landed on empty air.
Thud—!
Losing her balance, Ye Miyue tumbled forward, landing squarely on Wang Xian’s back.
In that instant, Wang Xian felt as if his body had been struck by a wave of jelly, bouncing several times from the impact.
"What are you doing? What are you doing?"
Wang Xian immediately turned his head, looking at the flustered and blushing Ye Miyue, and demanded, "My uncle’s martial arts studio is a legitimate massage parlor! What’s the meaning of this?"
"Are you trying to seduce me?"
"I’m not..." Ye Miyue, her face crimson, waved her hands in denial.
"If not, then get up! Are you trying to take advantage of me?"
"......"
Ye Miyue hurriedly got up, her eyes welling with tears of embarrassment.
"Time’s up."
With that, she flexed her feet, indicating that she had no strength left.
Wang Xian nodded, his gaze shifting to Ye Miyue’s backside.
Sensing his gaze, she panicked, covering her rear with both hands and shaking her head firmly. Without looking back, she turned and walked away.
In her heart, she resolved to quit this part-time job and never return.
But Wang Xian seemed to see through her thoughts.
"Thinking of leaving just like that?"
"What else do you want?" Ye Miyue stopped in her tracks, her voice low.
Wang Xian, now fully dressed, smiled and pulled out a card from his pocket.
"There’s 30,000 in here."
Ye Miyue was taken aback but shook her head.
"I don’t want it."
"Don’t be ridiculous. You think I’m giving it to you? I’m buying a membership," Wang Xian chuckled. "Come here every weekend, and for each session, you’ll get 1,000 as a tip. After 30 sessions, the money is yours, earned through your hard work."
"I don’t..."
"Think carefully."
Wang Xian took out his phone and casually opened the school’s official forum. "Ye Miyue, you wouldn’t want your ‘related news’ to appear on the school forum’s front page tomorrow, would you?"
Ye Miyue felt her scalp itch. She scratched her forehead, torn between shame and frustration.
"That’s too long!"
Hearing this, a mischievous smile spread across Wang Xian’s face.
"If you want to earn the money faster through other means... that’s also possible."
His eyes roamed up and down her figure.
"I’ll do it!"
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