The so-called Martial Arts Hall was actually just an electronic reading room.
You could come here to watch and learn every day.
Xiao Ruohan first studied the energy cultivation path of the Wind God Leg, along with the first form of the martial technique.
Then she prepared to go home and practice at her own pace.
Just as she was about to leave, she was stopped by the Martial Arts Hall supervisor.
“According to the rules of the War God Martial Arts Academy, all martial arts techniques developed by the academy’s students belong to the academy.”
“Since you are now a member of the War God Martial Arts Academy, you must advance and retreat together with the academy.”
“By regulation, your palm technique must also be recorded in the Martial Arts Hall for fellow disciples to study.”
Xiao Ruohan was taken aback.
For a moment, she stood there stunned.
Seeing her silence, the supervisor continued:
“Xiao Ruohan, you wouldn’t want to just take advantage of the academy’s martial arts resources without contributing anything in return, would you?”
Xiao Ruohan hurriedly shook her head. “That’s not what I mean.”
“It’s just that the copyright of this palm technique isn’t mine, so I don’t dare to disclose it lightly.”
The Martial Arts Hall supervisor sneered and said:
“But you didn’t say that when you were in front of the entire internet.”
“You claimed the technique was yours, and that Chen Feng stole it from you, didn’t you?”
“I have to remind you, you signed a contract.”
“According to the contract, all martial arts techniques developed by students belong to the academy.”
“Otherwise, the penalty for breach of contract is very high—I doubt you can afford to pay.”
At that moment, Xiao Ruohan finally understood that the War God Martial Arts Academy didn’t care about her as a person, but about that palm technique.
But it was already too late.
The contract was signed.
All she could do now was force herself to stay calm and record the seventeen-form palm technique she had learned, along with the energy cultivation path and its incantations, all into videos to hand over to the Martial Arts Hall supervisor.
After receiving the videos, the supervisor reminded her again:
“Are you sure there’s nothing missing? These will be personally reviewed by the academy’s director and all the coaches.”
“If anything is missing, they might suspect you’re hiding something, and that would cause unnecessary misunderstandings.”
Xiao Ruohan understood what he meant but dared not argue.
She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, saying:
“I’m sure there’s nothing missing.”
The Martial Arts Hall supervisor smiled and nodded, then said kindly:
“Focus on your training. If you have any questions, you can ask the tutors the academy assigns to you.”
Xiao Ruohan left with a dark expression.
The supervisor immediately opened the video and began studying the Dragon-Subduing Seventeen Palms.
“This is a heavenly-grade technique. If I master it, my status will definitely rise to a whole new level.”
But just minutes after he started watching, the academy director, Xiang Jingpeng, personally came to the Martial Arts Hall.
“Have you got that palm technique?”
The supervisor smiled and said:
“We’ve worked together for so many years—you don’t have to worry about how I handle things.”
Xiang Jingpeng was delighted.
The two immediately began studying the Dragon-Subduing Seventeen Palms.
When Xiao Ruohan got home, she saw her mother typing a voice message on her phone.
“That Chen is such a hypocrite.”
“First, he pretended to be a good person, but then it turned out the medical treatment was too expensive. Now he’s unwilling to spend the money.”
“Who knows, he might have already dumped someone in some remote mountain valley.”
...
Xiao Ruohan frowned.
Right now, she didn’t want to hear anything about Chen Feng.
Having just had the Dragon-Subduing Palms taken away by the War God Martial Arts Academy, she was in an extremely foul mood.
Unable to hold back, she said to her mother:
“Mom, can you please stop causing trouble?”
“Be careful, or they might sue you for defamation.”
The moment her mother heard that, she immediately got upset.
“I’m only doing this for your sake.”
“That Chen guy not only stole your bonus but also got your dad thrown in jail.”
“Are we just going to let that slide?”
“Mark my words, even if I become a ghost, I won’t let him off.”
Then she started furiously typing away on her phone.
Xiao Ruohan, feeling irritated, retreated back to her room and slammed the door shut.
She buried her head deep under the covers.
Her mind kept asking itself why things had ended up this way.
……
Meanwhile, the internet was buzzing with talk about Liu Weiwei’s discharge from the hospital.
“Why is she being discharged right after surgery, without any post-op treatment?”
“Why would she do that? With her abilities, she doesn’t seem like someone who’s short on money.”
“Right? So many people were eager to send her money.”
“Maybe she just doesn’t want treatment. Perhaps she wants to become a beggar, standing on the streets asking for money.”
“That’s a bit much, don’t you think you’re exaggerating?”
……
Chen Feng had become a hot topic recently.
Every move he made attracted countless eyes.
Forcing Liu Weiwei to leave the hospital like this naturally sparked endless suspicion.
Dawn was breaking.
Chen Feng was drenched in sweat, exhausted.
He had been busy all night, finally helping Liu Weiwei complete a full cycle of her qigong routine.
Completing this full “Great Cycle” was no small feat.
Liu Weiwei couldn’t hold on any longer and fainted on the spot.
But this was enough.
Chen Feng and Jin Youxi carefully lifted Liu Weiwei onto the bed and personally wiped the medicinal liquids off her body.
Jin Youxi kept sneaking glances at Chen Feng, curious if her master was stealing any looks.
Chen Feng had no time to care about his disciple’s little thoughts.
Liu Weiwei had persevered through the most critical moment.
However, reconstructing the meridians in her legs wasn’t a simple matter.
The practice required running the qigong for seventy-two continuous hours without long interruptions.
After Liu Weiwei fell asleep,
Chen Feng continued to use his own qi and blood to maintain the circulation inside her body.
He knew this process had to be extremely painful.
Even unconscious, Liu Weiwei’s brows were tightly furrowed.
Her body trembled from time to time.
After Jin Youxi helped cover the new disciple with a blanket, she noticed her master’s arm was still bleeding.
She hurriedly found some gauze to bandage him.
Worriedly, she asked, “Master, does it hurt?”
Chen Feng was speechless.
“Does it hurt? Just slap on a bandage and forget it. Now go buy me two baskets of steamed buns.”
“Two bowls of spicy soup too, and don’t forget some side dishes.”
Jin Youxi volunteered eagerly, “Master, let me make breakfast for you myself.”
Chen Feng snapped back, “No! This is a critical moment. I don’t have time for you to test your cooking skills on me.”
Jin Youxi’s chubby little face immediately fell.
Pouting, she stormed out to buy breakfast.
No sooner had she stepped outside than someone blocked her path.
“Hello, I’m from Wei Corporation. I’d like to speak with Mr. Chen Feng.”
Jin Youxi frowned at the woman before her.
Heavily made-up, exuding a strong fragrance, and with a seductive figure.
The few pieces of fabric she wore only accentuated her allure.
“My master’s busy. He doesn’t have time for you,” Jin Youxi said, turning to leave.
But inside, she cursed silently.
“That flashy bitch definitely has ill intentions.”
“I’m not going to introduce my master to her.”
The woman frowned as she watched Jin Youxi walk away, then returned to a luxury car and said,
“Young master, she’s completely disrespecting you.”
Inside the car, a young man dressed in lavish clothes spoke coldly,
“Two mere heavenly-level martial arts techniques, and she dares to show no respect to Wei Corporation?”
“Truly clueless about her place.”
“Find out everything about his background and connections.”
His voice was soft and ambiguous, neither distinctly masculine nor feminine.
Every word he spoke was laced with deadly intent.
The woman nodded in agreement.
If it weren’t for the fact that too many people had been keeping an eye on Chen Feng lately,
she might have already taken action—busting down the door and capturing him.
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