This scene made Li Miaoxin stare in surprise at the might of Lin Xiaolu's charge.
"Phew!" Under the willow tree, Lin Xiaolu dispersed his energy and took a deep breath before opening his eyes.
"Huh? Little martial sister, what are you doing here?" Lin Xiaolu asked in puzzlement as he opened his eyes.
Li Miaoxin smiled gently, "Martial sister came to see how your cultivation is progressing."
She then added in surprise, "That strike just now was quite powerful. What martial art is that?"
"That's the Iron Mountain Leaning from Baji Boxing," Lin Xiaolu said arrogantly. "I just started learning it and can't unleash its full potential yet. Martial sister, do you think this move can overcome your cultivators?"
Li Miaoxin thought for a moment. Not wanting to dampen his enthusiasm, she smiled and encouraged him, "Keep up the hard work!"
"Hehe, will do!"
Li Miaoxin watched as he continued training in the yard. In her heart, she secretly compared some things.
Undeniably, the might of Lin Xiaolu's charge was astonishing, but that was only for children. It still had to be ordinary children.
It could be certain that the vast majority of children could not withstand this charge. But what if Little Jade faced it?
Little Jade had not yet cultivated any offensive mystic arts, but with her current third layer condensed qi cultivation base, Li Miaoxin could casually impart a body protection mystic art to her, and Lin Xiaolu's charge would not break through it. Even with ten times the previous might, it would have little effect.
Watching the little guy diligently training in the yard, Li Miaoxin felt reluctant and sighed with complicated emotions. Her little martial brother really was so hardworking and could endure hardship. But perhaps just as Master had said, the martial path was after all an inferior dao that could not reach the noble halls of orthodoxy.
In the days that followed, Lin Xiaolu desperately practiced the Crosswise Training skill and Baji Boxing every day. The Crosswise Training skill required enduring beatings while breathing in a special way. That meant finding someone to beat you while breathing with that particular breathing technique.
For this, Lin Xiaolu specifically went to ask Li Miaoxin to beat him. But Li Miaoxin always felt bad for him and absolutely could not bear to strike heavily. Therefore, every day after school, he would alone climb to the mountaintop for Li Mingru to beat him.
Li Mingru had no qualms whatsoever about beating him. Every time, he would beat Lin Xiaolu until his face was bruised and swollen, bawling loudly.
Time thus slowly flowed by. Lin Xiaolu and his younger sister Little Jade gradually adapted completely to life at Emei.
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"Ha!"
"Ha!"
"Ha!"
In the yard, Lin Xiaolu was bare-chested, charging the willow tree again and again, shaking the willow violently.
Today was a rest day with no school. Lin Xiaolu had gotten up early to start practicing. He had already trained for over an hour.
Little Jade squatted in the yard, licking a candy haw stick while watching her brother practice.
"Ha!"
The willow violently shook, its branches and leaves falling rapidly.
The boy rested for a bit, using a dust-removal pellet to expel the sweat in his clothes.
"Brother Deer! Brother Deer!"
Dongfang Dan's voice suddenly sounded from outside the yard. Hearing this guy's voice, Lin Xiaolu couldn't help laughing.
Today was a rest day. Yesterday after school, the children from the academy had gotten together to discuss where to play today. Finally, Lin Xiaolu suggested taking everyone to the Spirit Beast Valley at Demon Peak to play. Everyone unanimously agreed and made plans to come find Lin Xiaolu at Dawnpicking Hall to meet up this morning.
Now Dongfang Dan was wearing quite flamboyant clothing, leading over twenty children running over. They were all members of the Serve People with Virtue Gang.
Li Miaoxin, who was cultivating inside, heard the commotion and walked to the door to take a look. Seeing they were little disciples from other branches, she prepared to return to continue cultivating and let them go play on their own. But just as she turned to leave, she saw a strange scene.
In the yard, Dongfang Dan ran up to Lin Xiaolu and knelt down on one knee. Raising his hand in a salute, he loudly and respectfully said, "Dongfang Dan greets the boss!"
The twenty-plus children behind Dongfang Dan also uniformly knelt down on one knee and shouted in unison, "Greetings, Boss!"
Meanwhile, Lin Xiaolu stood with his hands behind his back before the children. He first let out a burst of arrogant, unruly laughter, then waved his little hand, "Brothers, today we'll go to Spirit Beast Valley at Demon Peak to play together. Everyone must display the might of our Serve People with Virtue Gang!"
"Yes!"
After the children noisily responded, they strode off with a blatantly unfilial attitude.
Watching this, Li Miaoxin felt utterly exasperated. Just what had her little martial brother been up to every day at the academy?
On Demon Peak, two Emei disciples in their late teens were discussing the cultivation method of communing with demons to turn them into spirit beasts. As they walked, they chatted animatedly. Just as they were getting into it, they suddenly heard a burst of clear, tender shouting in the distance.
"Emei Supreme! Serve People with Virtue! Powers unfathomable! Strength without peer!"
"Emei Supreme! Serve People with Virtue! Powers unfathomable! Strength without peer!"
In the distance, a seven-year-old boy with his hands clasped behind his back strode up the stone steps with an aura of superiority. Flanking him were over twenty noisy children. The children shouted in unison, their vigor astonishing, as if some big shot was passing through.
Amid the shouts, Dongfang Dan saw the two stunned cultivators dumbly staring at them. His fat face scowled as he berated, "What are you looking at? Never seen such an impressive Emei Supreme before? Hurry up and make way!"
"Oh, sorry, sorry!" The two disciples hurriedly moved aside to let the procession pass.
After the group moved on, one disciple curiously asked, "Senior brother, who is this Emei Supreme? Do we have someone by this title at Emei?"
The other disciple was also unclear. Puzzled, he rubbed his head, "Strange, I've never heard of this Emei Supreme either. But judging by the title, he sounds quite formidable."
As Lin Xiaolu led the children along, shouting as they went, the slogan soon spread throughout Demon Peak, causing countless disciples to emerge from their abodes to see who this vaunted Emei Supreme was.
"I know, I know!" A little academy disciple from Demon Peak bragged to his senior brothers and sisters, "Emei Supreme is Brother Deer!"
"Brother Deer? Who's Brother Deer?"
The little disciple said proudly, "Brother Deer is the boss of our academy. He's super powerful. Even Chen Nianyun can't beat him."
"Oh? Does he have outstanding aptitude? What's his physique?" a senior brother asked curiously.
The little disciple was also confused. He didn't actually know about Lin Xiaolu's aptitude or physique either. But seeing his classmates all playing together, he felt very envious and pleaded, "Senior brother, I wanna go play with them too!"
Hearing this, the senior brothers laughed. "Go on then, just don't cause trouble."
The little disciple's eyes lit up and he nodded before scampering off on his little legs to join the procession. Happily, he loudly shouted the domineering slogan with everyone:
"Emei Supreme! Serve People with Virtue! Powers unfathomable! Strength without peer!"

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