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Jin Youxi bought five steamers of meat buns, two bowls of spicy soup, and a cup of soy milk.

Chen Feng ate two steamers, while she finished three.

Despite eating so much, she never seemed to gain weight.

Chen Feng suspected it might have something to do with the martial arts techniques she practiced.

Especially the requirements for the Buddha's Palm—they were downright brutal.

One had to fully unblock the Ren and Du meridians to truly master it.

Still, it was slightly better than the Celestial Cripple Kick.

That technique demanded a horrifying sacrifice: to learn it, one had to break their legs first.

Most people simply couldn’t handle it.

Compared to these two martial arts, Xiao Ruohan’s Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms seemed far simpler.

Though one could only learn seventeen moves at first—the eighteenth required complete mastery of the previous seventeen.

While eating, Chen Feng kept one hand pressed against Liu Weiwei’s dantian,

using his qi and blood to maintain the energy flow of the Celestial Cripple Kick.

It wasn’t until the afternoon that Liu Weiwei gradually woke up.

The first thing she felt was excruciating pain in her legs.

But there was one difference from before—

she could actually sense them now.

She could even shift them slightly.

"You’re awake. Start circulating the energy flow yourself," Chen Feng instructed.

"Remember, don’t lose focus. The technique must not be interrupted."

"If you persist for three days, the meridians in your legs will fully regenerate."

Liu Weiwei noticed Chen Feng helping her regulate her qi, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

But seeing his stern expression, she quickly pushed aside her thoughts and focused,

beginning to circulate her own qi and blood along the Celestial Cripple Kick’s pathways.

The pain in her legs made her break out in cold sweat,

but it was bearable—just agonizingly slow.

Chen Feng continued assisting her while reciting the Celestial Cripple Kick’s mantra.

Only after Liu Weiwei memorized it did he finally withdraw his energy.

"Keep practicing on your own. I need to rest for a while."

"Remember—do not stop the energy flow."

"If anything happens, Jin Youxi, come get me immediately."

Jin Youxi nodded urgently.

Chen Feng returned to his bedroom, collapsed onto the bed, and instantly fell into a deep sleep.

He was utterly exhausted.

The night before last, he had stayed up watching over Liu Weiwei after her surgery.

Then, during the day, he fought a fierce battle at the Martial Arts Guild.

And now, he had spent the entire night reconstructing Liu Weiwei’s meridians.

By this point, he hadn’t slept for over two full days.

After Chen Feng left, Jin Youxi turned to Liu Weiwei and said,

"Master hasn’t slept a wink since last night—all for you."

"Don’t ever follow in Eldest Senior Sister’s footsteps and betray him."

"It would break his heart!"

Liu Weiwei looked at Jin Youxi’s weary face, filled with gratitude.

The dark circles under Jin Youxi’s eyes only deepened her guilt.

Meanwhile, at the War God Dojo...

A custom-made sports car pulled up at the entrance.

Soon, the dojo’s master, Xiang Jingpeng, personally came out to greet the visitor.

The woman who had previously spoken to Jin Youxi outside Chen Feng’s home addressed Xiang Jingpeng:

"I heard Chen Feng’s former top disciple has joined your dojo."

"Young Master Wei is very interested in that Heaven-tier martial art. Name your price."

Xiang Jingpeng replied eagerly,

"To have Young Master Wei’s favor is an honor for our dojo."

"How could I dare set a price? Consider it a gift to him."

As he spoke, he pulled a flash drive from his pocket.

A Heaven-tier technique might be priceless, but compared to the influence of these elite financial dynasties, it was nothing.

Especially when dealing with a behemoth like Wei Corporation.

It’s unclear how many Heaven-tier cultivation techniques have been passed down through the family.

There might even be legendary Saint-tier techniques among them.

The woman took the USB drive and handed it to Young Master Wei inside the car.

However, the effeminate young man didn’t even glance at it, simply stating:

"A mere Heaven-tier technique isn’t worthy of the Wei Corporation’s attention."

"Release it publicly. I want him to know that even a so-called Heaven-tier technique is nothing special."

Xiang Jingpeng excitedly saw off the representatives of the Wei Corporation,

his mind already scheming about how to leverage today’s events to curry favor with them.

But by evening, the head of the Technique Hall called him in a panic.

"Master, something terrible has happened! The Dragon-Subduing Palm has been leaked online!"

Xiang Jingpeng was stunned.

"What?! Who the hell did this?!"

The Technique Hall head replied,

"I have no idea!"

"Today, only the two of us reviewed this technique—it hasn’t been shared with any other disciples yet."

"Could it have been Xiao Ruohan? Or maybe that Chen Feng?"

Just as Xiang Jingpeng was about to confront Xiao Ruohan,

he suddenly remembered handing the technique over to the Wei Corporation earlier that day.

At that moment, he realized who was behind the leak.

"Xiao Ruohan and Chen Feng gain nothing from exposing their own martial techniques—they wouldn’t be foolish enough to do this."

"That leaves only one possibility: the Wei Corporation did it."

"But why would they?"

Xiang Jingpeng couldn’t make sense of it.

All he could do was stew in frustration.

After painstakingly obtaining a Heaven-tier technique,

he hadn’t even begun deciphering its secrets before it was published for the entire world to see.

The bitterness in his heart was indescribable.

Once this technique spread, martial arts experts everywhere would dissect it,

exposing every strength and flaw.

Even a Heaven-tier technique would lose much of its potency once opponents mastered its intricacies.

Yet refusing to learn it wasn’t an option.

After all, it was still a Heaven-tier technique—

far superior to the low-tier techniques in their martial hall.

Mastering it would undeniably enhance one’s combat prowess.

Still, something felt off.

He’d spent the entire day studying it,

yet couldn’t grasp even the basics.

He chalked it up to the technique’s profound nature and didn’t dwell further.

Meanwhile, elsewhere—

Xiao Ruohan was struggling to decipher the Wind God’s Leg technique

when her mother suddenly called from outside:

"Ruohan, you silly girl! Why did you post your technique online?"

Confused, Xiao Ruohan opened the door.

"What are you talking about?"

Her mother thrust her phone into her hands.

On the screen was a video of Xiao Ruohan demonstrating the first seventeen stances of the Dragon-Subduing Palm,

reciting the incantations and explaining the energy pathways as she moved.

The barrage of comments overflowed with gratitude:

"Such beauty and kindness! But does your master know about this?"

"May good fortune bless you! A true bodhisattva!"

"Check my profile, brothers—I’m already summoning dragons!"

"Never thought I’d live to learn a Heaven-tier technique!"

Xiao Ruohan’s face turned deathly pale.

"This is the technique I handed over to the War God Martial Hall today!"

"Why would they release it publicly?"

She knew she was ruined.

In three months, even if she competed in the provincial tournament,

her chances of success were now slim.

Once opponents dissected her techniques,

she’d be at a severe disadvantage—

especially if they mastered the Dragon-Subduing Palm themselves.

Furious, Xiao Ruohan dialed Xiang Jingpeng’s number and demanded:

"Master Xiang, why did you publish my cultivation technique online?"

Xiang Jingpeng was already irritated by the matter.

Hearing Xiao Ruohan's questioning, he snapped back without hesitation:

"Your technique? That belongs to the War God Martial Arts Hall. I suggest you review your contract carefully."

"What the War God Martial Arts Hall does is none of your concern."

"Consider this a warning. Next time, take your issues to your mentor and follow the proper chain of command."

"A mere student dares to confront the hall master directly? What insolence! Have you no respect for protocol?"

Beep beep beep…

The dial tone echoed in Xiao Ruohan's ears as she stood frozen, tears of frustration welling in her eyes.