Chen Feng's Bottom Line

Xiao Ruohan looked at her usually timid junior sister and said coldly:

"I admit I owe him a favor."

"But I can't sacrifice my entire future just out of gratitude."

"Consider the championship prize money as my repayment."

"From now on, we're even."

Hearing their daughter's words, her parents immediately objected:

"Ruohan, the championship prize is a full 100,000 yuan! How can you just give it all to him?"

"I think 2,000 yuan for tuition would be more than enough."

Xiao Ruohan replied:

"It's just a mere 100,000 yuan. Once I reach my full potential, money will mean nothing to me."

"I don’t want anyone saying I’m ungrateful."

Chen Feng gave a self-deprecating laugh and nodded calmly:

"Fine, fine. Xiao Ruohan, remember what you said today."

"After your cruel behavior just now, even if you hadn’t betrayed me, I wouldn’t have taught you any more martial arts."

"You’ve truly disappointed me."

The anger Chen Feng had felt toward Xiao Ruohan moments ago now turned into profound disappointment.

But upon reflection, he realized he bore some responsibility too.

Long ago, Chen Feng had noticed that his eldest disciple was somewhat cold-hearted and lacked empathy.

In his rush to complete system tasks and reap rewards, he’d overlooked this flaw, dismissing it as just part of her "ice queen" personality.

He never imagined it would lead to such a disaster.

As he watched Liu Weiwei being carried away on a stretcher, a deep sense of guilt welled up inside him.

"Ah…"

"A future full of promise, brutally destroyed just like that."

Xiao Ruohan noticed Chen Feng’s disappointed gaze, and for some reason, her chest tightened.

The feeling unsettled her—even hurt a little.

Seeing Chen Feng about to walk away, she couldn’t help but shout:

"You’re just an ordinary person with no qi-blood value."

"Having a disciple like me was the luck of your lifetime."

"You’d better watch yourself!"

Chen Feng didn’t respond. He simply turned and left.

At that moment, he didn’t want to waste another word on Xiao Ruohan.

His second disciple, Jin Youxi, couldn’t swallow her anger.

If someone had mocked her, she might have endured it silently.

But hearing her master insulted was too much to bear.

"Someone as ungrateful as you doesn’t deserve to be Master’s disciple!"

Xiao Ruohan smirked dismissively.

"You’ve been practicing that so-called 'Buddha’s Palm' with him for over a year, haven’t you?"

"Yet your qi-blood still hasn’t broken 100, and you’ve only unblocked a single acupoint."

"Stop daydreaming. Chen Feng is just an ordinary man with no qi-blood."

"He just got lucky stumbling upon those advanced martial arts manuals somewhere."

"My success isn’t something you can replicate. Just accept your place as a nobody."

Jin Youxi paled at Xiao Ruohan’s words.

Martial arts training had always been a sore spot for her.

Though her master insisted that mastering the Buddha’s Palm and becoming a peerless expert was possible once the Ren and Du meridians were fully unlocked, the reality was daunting.

The Ren and Du meridians had a total of 52 acupoints.

After over a year of grueling practice, she’d only managed to unblock one.

Completing the process seemed hopelessly far away.

"Youxi! Let’s go."

Chen Feng called out to her.

His second disciple was never one for arguments.

Staying would only lead to more humiliation.

Besides, quarreling never solved anything—it only bred frustration.

Hearing her master's call, Jin Youxi stopped paying attention to Xiao Ruohan.

The two of them walked out of the stadium, and only then did Jin Youxi cautiously ask,

"Master, can I really master the Buddha's Palm technique you taught me?"

Chen Feng smiled faintly and reassured her,

"Don’t worry, Youxi. Your master wouldn’t lie to you."

"Once my qi and blood increase, I’ll be able to help you unblock your Ren and Du meridians faster."

As the master and disciple were talking,

inside the stadium, the city-level competition finally reached its award ceremony.

The moment Xiao Ruohan was crowned champion and received her gold medal,

a voice suddenly echoed in Chen Feng’s mind.

[Congratulations, host. Your first disciple has won first place in the city-level competition.]

[Conditions for the 'Renowned Master' achievement have been met.]

[Reward: 100 qi and blood points.]

At that instant, Chen Feng felt a surge of warmth flood his body.

All the exhaustion from watching the competition all day vanished in an instant.

He even felt an inexhaustible strength coursing through him.

Chen Feng guessed that this was an illusion caused by the sudden massive increase in qi and blood.

For others, gaining qi and blood was the result of years of painstaking cultivation.

But for him, he had just received a full 100 points in one go.

The system panel in his mind also updated.

[Martial Arts Level: Martial Apprentice.]

[Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms, Realm: Unity of Heaven and Man.]

[Buddha’s Palm, Realm: Unity of Heaven and Man.]

[Qi and Blood Value: 100.]

"Now, I’ve finally stepped onto the threshold of martial arts and become a Martial Apprentice."

"I was originally worried that if my disciple betrayed me, I wouldn’t receive any more achievement rewards."

"But it seems the system’s judgment is different from what I thought."

Chen Feng couldn’t help but feel excited.

Based on his understanding of martial arts cultivation,

at twenty-one years old, his qi and blood had only just reached the level of a Martial Apprentice.

This put him far behind his peers, marking him as someone unsuited for martial arts.

Of course, he was still stronger than most ordinary people.

Coupled with his mastery of the Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms and Buddha’s Palm at the Unity of Heaven and Man realm,

he was undoubtedly invincible among those of the same level.

He might even be able to challenge true Martial Artists, surpassing his current rank.

The only question was whether he would still receive rewards if Xiao Ruohan achieved anything else in the future.

Since he could still gain rewards even after her betrayal,

Chen Feng speculated:

Perhaps any achievements Xiao Ruohan earned while using the Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms would still be credited to him.

After leaving the stadium, Chen Feng took his second disciple, Jin Youxi, straight to the city hospital.

He planned to visit Liu Weiwei and offer a sincere apology.

Otherwise, the thought of her tragic condition would continue to prick at his conscience like a thorn.

However, as soon as they arrived at Jiangcheng Martial Arts Hospital by taxi,

they saw a group of medical staff gathered at the entrance,

along with the sound of heated arguing.

"Who’s responsible for this patient?!"

"With such severe fractures and bleeding, delaying surgery could be fatal!"

"If you really refuse to treat her, then get her out of here!"

"Don’t block the way!"

When Chen Feng moved closer to look, he froze on the spot.

"Liu Weiwei!"

There she was, dumped on the ground outside the hospital entrance.

Her legs were twisted and deformed, covered in blood.

Her hands desperately covered her face, trying to preserve the last shred of her dignity.

Tears streamed endlessly through her fingers.

A middle-aged woman standing nearby looked at her niece lying on the ground and said indignantly:

"She’s from the War God Dojo. They should be the ones paying for this."

"What rotten luck. After raising her for so many years, she hasn’t even repaid me before ending up like this."

"Even if we married her off, the dowry probably wouldn’t cover the cost of fixing her leg."

Another middle-aged man beside her sighed and added:

"We’ve done our part raising you all these years."

"We don’t expect repayment, but we won’t let you drag us down either."

"Consider the competition prize money as our compensation."

After speaking, the man pulled the woman away.

Liu Weiwei quickly released her grip and cried out to their retreating figures:

"Aunt, Uncle, please don’t abandon me!"