Han Changsheng tried retreating, but his opponent didnât give him the opportunity . The man didnât hesitate to make a move, and he seemed to make them leisurely . Each move came perfectly, and Han Changsheng dealt with them seriously .
He grew more and more upset as he fought, not knowing the ident.i.ty of his opponent or understanding his purpose . He knew he wasnât a match for the other party and wanted to quickly finish the battle and sneak back to his room . Yet his attacker refused to let him withdraw, closing in step-by-step .
After a few more moves, Han Changsheng gained some insight into his opponentâs motive . Through exchanging blows, he could tell his attacker didnât have hostility . At least, the man didnât have any intentions of killing or injuring him . Otherwise, he wouldnât be so slow, giving him the opportunity to respond . This was like . . . testing his skill .
But, Han Changsheng didnât set aside his vigilance . This was Yuehua Sectâs territory . He didnât know who he was fighting against, but since he couldnât reveal his own ident.i.ty, he could only use the moves taught by the Yuehua Sect to fight .
The predecessor of Tianning Cult was a martial arts genius . He stole hundreds of martial arts secrets from the world, taking strengths, discarding weak points, and learning methods for restraint . Tianningâs martial arts was a masterpiece . The masters made hundreds of weapons, and they were familiar with the moves of various sects throughout the world . They were excellent at changing the sequence of their movements .
Even if Han Changsheng knew the way of Yuehua Sectâs martial arts, a person had muscle memory . In the past, he couldnât fixate his attention on one sectâs style during practice . Whenever he encountered a crisis, he often dealt with it subconsciously . Now, he had to focus on the Yuehua Sectâs style . Before each move, he had to think about it to conceal his true nature and inevitably had to restrain himself . His opponent seemed to have noticed his intent to hide his strength and gradually sped up his attacks, forcing out his potential .
Not a moment later, Han Changsheng burst into a cold sweat . If this continued, he would be exposed!
Suddenly, the manâs sword swung toward him . Han Changsheng immediately lifted his sword to match it, but the man changed the direction of the attack in midair . The sword turned and surged right for him!
Han Changsheng subconsciously turned his sword to block it . However, the sword had changed angles, and he came to a dead stop for a split second . The style of his counter move was not Yuehua Sect . They had a move in the first eight styles to handle an enemyâs horizontal attack . It took certain footwork to dodge then a counterattack . Now he had noticed too late to change it .
Between the s.h.i.+ft and the realization, Han Changsheng scolded himself in his heart . That hesitation made it impossible to escape the blow .
âMeow!â Suddenly a small shadow appeared and intercepted the branch .
The expected pain didnât come, and the sudden appearance of the small stinky egg halted the man in his tracks .
The cat and the branch in the manâs hand used as a sword fell to the ground . Small stinky egg hastily meowed, annoyed at the manâs behavior . The man sighed, put his hands behind him, and stopped attacking . He expressed his sincerity to the cat then nudged small stinky egg with his toes . The car jumped into the gra.s.s and vanished .
Han Changsheng took two steps back and asked cautiously, âWho are you?â
His opponent said: âKid, are you a disciple of Yue Peng?â
There was a sense of immortality in this personâs voice, and Han Changsheng could tell he was of significant age . He directly called Yue Peng by name, not bothering to put the Yuehua Sectâs head in his eyes . Did he not belong to Yuehua Sect? Or . . . could he be the Elder Lan Fang Yue Peng mentioned earlier?
Han Changsheng saluted, one hand over his fist . âThis humble one is called Li Jiulong, Yue Sect Headâs first disciple . I came here by mistake and disturbed this seniorâs rest so late, this junior will leave!â He turned, wanting to leave .
âDonât rush, kid,â the elder said .
Han Changsheng hesitated . It was impossible to escape . He could only bite the bullet and deal .
He turned to face his former opponent, âWhat advice does this senior have?â
The elder asked: âHow old are you this year?â
Han Changsheng answered: âNine . . . twenty-six . â He was only nineteen this year and almost reported his real age, but he caught it in time . Li Jiulong was almost twenty-seven .
The elder remarked: âTwenty-six? Your breath seems younger than twenty . â
This stunned Han Changsheng . This guy was indeed a master . He could guess his age by his breath alone .
Han Changsheng racked his brain for something to cover what heâd said, but the man himself gave Han Changsheng an escape: âIf youâre twenty-six, I can see youâve done a good job training . The correct internal practice can make people live longer and return to oneâs true self . You are a good seedling . â
Han Changshengâs eyelids shuttered . He didnât know why, but he had a bad feeling in his chest .
The elder asked: âKid, why do you hold back? You havenât shown your true strength . â
Han Changsheng said in a hurry: âThis disciple accidentally intruded in here . I didnât know who senior was . I didnât dare rush, but because senior attacked, this junior had to defend himself . No choice but to be on the offensive, but fear of offending senior, dared not exert full strength . â
âHa . â The man laughed: âSo this old man should thank you for letting him win?â
Han Changshengâs heart jumped into his throat . âEr . . . this disciple doesnât dare . â
The old man said with a smile in his voice, âDonât be so nervous . This old manâs just joking with you . You have a heart . You know how to be polite . Very good . â
Han Changsheng laughed dryly . âIf senior forgives, this junior will retire first?â
The elder replied: âWhat the hurry, kid? How many people cry, yell, and ask for advice from this old man . Today, Iâm interested . Only two sentences have made me appreciate you very much . I will give you some advice . â
The corner of Han Changshengâs mouth pulled back . If this tone was anything, this was most likely that Elder Lan Fang . If he had known, he wouldnât have followed small stinky egg here tonight . He just wanted to finish up quickly and leave . The more people he knew, the easier it would be to get into trouble .
âYou react quickly . This old manâs looked at your breath and bones . You have good traits for practicing martial arts . Though you held back, this old man can roughly guess your cultivation . With your talent, to only reach this level at twenty-six, Iâm afraid youâre a little lazy . But it isnât too late . So long as you have good comprehension and proper guidance, your martial arts will advance leaps and bounds . â
Han Changsheng listened, but it seemed to be pointing out a few tricks .
He suddenly felt as though his head would explode . He was forced by the four hall masters to practice every day when he was in Tianning . He ran to his d.a.m.n place and also had to suffer . There were still people scrambling to teach him new moves and give him pointers . Was this G.o.dâs punishment for being lazy?!
The old man suddenly turned around and said, âThe kitten led you here and doesnât want me to hurt you . It likes you very much . Being liked by it is enough to show you can make it . To give you face, I examined your skills today and gave you good advice . I say these words today . Go back and reflect . â
Han Changsheng lingered for a moment, in disbelief . It was over?
âSenior, I can go?â
âGo . â The old man disappeared into the darkness with a flick of his sleeve . Han Changsheng couldnât detect his breath .
Han Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head . He fled back to his room to rest . There wasnât much time . He didnât have the mindset to manage such messy things . No matter whether Yuehua Sect had a hidden dragon and crouching tiger, he had no interest . He should quickly solve An Yuanâs problem and return to Xishaun as soon as possible .
Han Changsheng tiptoed back to his room, opened the door, and was about to climb into bed . He stopped short and dropped into an attack posture, âWho?!â
He could sense someoneâs breath by the bedside .
âPa!â
A candle on the table lit up .
Han Changsheng saw the person on the bed and was relieved . He walked over to him and whispered, âXiao Qing, why are you here? Whereâs Xiao Bai?â
This person wasnât just anyone, but Tianningâs right guard, Lu Qingqian .
Lu Qingqian: âXiao Bai went to investigate Huangfu Tugen from Tianyuan Mountain Villa . I came to see Leader . Teacher is alone in the Yuehua Sect, I was worried . â
If Lu Qingqian was discovered, Han Changshengâs plan would be found out . So he righteously said, âWhat problems can Teacher have? I am the leader of the Tianning Cult . Is there anything I canât solve?â
Lu Qingqian thought about it . The amount of trouble that Han Changsheng couldnât solve . . . he didnât know where to start . So he asked a simple question: âWho washes the Lordâs underwear?â
Han Changsheng: â . . . â
âCough . â Han Changsheng squinted at the s.p.a.ce under the bed by Lu Qingqianâs feet . As Tianningâs Leader, he would not wash clothes . When he went into Yueyang Town, he bought fifty underwear in a single sitting and stole dozens of disciple outfits from the Yuehua Sectâs storage . New clothes every day . His dirty clothes were now piled up under the bed .
But that isnât importantâ
âXiao Qing,â Han Changsheng said seriously, âYou came just in time . I have something for you to do . â