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Yes, no matter what, watching Wei Yuan suffer like this, it would be a lie for Yang Ying not to feel heartbroken. However, she still had to remain strong; after all, hardening her heart was the only way to ensure she could help Wei Yuan.
Seeing Yuan Ziyi next to her crying like a weeping willow, Yang Ying was somewhat surprised but chose to temporarily ignore her.
At that moment, Yang Ying had no other thoughts in her mind, only one belief existed, and that was about Shen Qingyi. She kept silently repeating in her mind, "Damn that bastard."
Indeed, Yuan Ziyi was truly crying, and she was crying like a weeping person. In Yang Ying's impression, this had never happened before.
"Could it be that the Senior Sister has fallen in love with Wei Yuan?"
This was Yang Ying's first reaction upon seeing her like this.
It was no wonder Yang Ying had such thoughts because all along, Yuan Ziyi had given the impression of being smart and rational. No matter how great the difficulties were before her, she had never seen her shed even a single tear.
In fact, if it weren't for Yuan Ziyi possessing so many feminine symbols and having such perfect qualities as a woman, Yang Ying might have thought she was just like a man. Her intelligence and decisiveness completely negated the saying: "The compassion of a woman."
But today, Yuan Ziyi cried? In all the years they grew up together, aside from when they were young and inexperienced, when had she ever had the chance to see her cry?
Even Yuan Ziyi herself did not understand why tears suddenly flowed uncontrollably; she was clearly still very calm.
When she saw Wei Yuan getting beaten, it was impossible not to feel heartbroken. Yet Yuan Ziyi still maintained her composure. She knew that with her skills, rushing in to help would only create more chaos for Wei Yuan.
Because martial arts were not Yuan Ziyi's forte at all. No matter how smart or capable a person is, it's impossible to excel in everything. Therefore, in terms of martial arts, compared to Wei Yuan and Shen Qingyi, Yuan Ziyi was clearly several levels behind.
So she understood that she could not rush in to help because doing so would only complicate things for Wei Yuan. In that case, Wei Yuan would have to protect himself instead and would be even less able to deal with Shen Qingyi.
However, calm as she was and rational as she tried to be, when she truly saw Wei Yuan continuously getting beaten and injured, tears still flowed uncontrollably down Yuan Ziyi's face.
The initial acquaintance was thanks to Wei Yuan renting the same room as Han Ling. Yuan Ziyi was quite concerned about her half-sister.
Especially after Han Ling's face was disfigured and she ran away from home, Yuan Ziyi knew her whereabouts but did not forcibly send someone to bring her back. She simply allowed her to calm down and live freely.
Then, after Wei Yuan started co-renting with Han Ling, Yuan Ziyi's thoughts began to change. After all, Wei Yuan was a young and normal man, despite the fact that Han Ling had a burn scar on her face.
However, it was mainly Han Ling's own inner demons at play; she felt that with this scar, she had become the ugliest woman in the world.
In reality, as long as one did not pay attention to such a minor scar, or if it were removed, it must be admitted that Han Ling was very beautiful.
Although she was already in her mid-twenties, she looked no different from a woman in her early twenties.
On one hand, her family was in the beauty business, running a large-scale company like Jingjing International Beauty Center. It goes without saying that Han Ling must have mastered various skincare techniques.
Moreover, both her appearance and figure were top-notch. Even her personality, although somewhat quirky after her "disfigurement," could still be considered perfect for a wife.
So Wei Yuan could never understand why such a woman would be let go by Ma Teng, who seemed so foolish.
If Wei Yuan were to see Yuan Ziyi in tears, he would probably be even more perplexed. Although he had not known Yuan Ziyi as long as Yang Ying had, he still had a very deep impression of her.
She was rational and intelligent; in everyone's eyes, Yuan Ziyi should be just that—a strong woman who remained unshaken even when faced with great adversity.
If the disciples of Purple Robe Pavilion saw their elder sister crying over a man, they would likely be shocked.
However, at this moment, Yang Ying had no time to think about that. She just wanted to rush in to help Wei Yuan. Upon going upstairs and seeing the two engaged in battle, Yang Ying already anticipated the disadvantage Wei Yuan might face against Shen Qingyi.
So without thinking too much, he shouted at him, "Wei Yuan, don't get entangled with him, switch to Xingyi Quan."
Seeing Yang Ying arrive, Wei Yuan finally felt a bit more at ease. Although he had to admit that with his own skills and physical strength, it would be difficult to deal with Shen Qingyi.
However, he also knew that Yang Ying's skills were not inferior to his own; in fact, she had her own advantages compared to Shen Qingyi. Therefore, if the two of them combined their efforts, dealing with Shen Qingyi would be a piece of cake.
Hearing Yang Ying's words, Wei Yuan naturally understood her meaning and immediately began to resent himself for not thinking of it sooner.
"How could I not have thought of that?"
The saying "no move is better than a move" is true, but the premise is that your reaction must be much faster than your opponent's. As long as you can restrain the opponent, the realm reflected by this saying can manifest.
However, in Wei Yuan's current situation, it felt more like he was being restrained by Shen Qingyi. The main reason was that Shen Qingyi had systematic techniques and a structured practice method.
But according to Yang Ying's approach, for someone like Wei Yuan who had not practiced traditional routines of Kung Fu—meaning he had not fully learned a complete set of martial arts—it would be difficult to make progress overnight.
Of course, regarding someone like Wei Yuan, who had absorbed some expensive antiques or jade imbued with Spiritual Energy, causing his physical attributes to surge dramatically, this situation could not be analyzed through scientific or Kung Fu perspectives. Thus, it naturally did not fall within Yang Ying's considerations.
In fact, Wei Yuan's current situation was actually the most suitable for practicing Xingyi Quan.
Although Xingyi Quan does not emphasize specific techniques, it still has high requirements for the practitioner. The most obvious is the eight-character mantra of the Xingyi School:
Form follows intention; intention arises from the heart.
This may sound easy, but truly achieving it is extremely difficult. It is similar to Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi in martial arts, which emphasizes intention over form.
The same Xingyi Quan itself does not adhere strictly to the routines of techniques, but rather emphasizes the practitioner's own state of mind to govern their movements and strikes.
There are two main difficulties in this matter.
One difficulty is to focus on the essence rather than the form, which is very hard to achieve. Focusing on form is actually quite easy; one can learn a set of boxing techniques simply by practicing them repeatedly over a period of time.
A clever person can probably master an entire set of boxing techniques after watching it three or five times. Even someone less capable, when faced with difficult and complex movements, can make progress if they persist for a year or so.
This represents the lowest level of martial arts practice, which is imitation. In fact, learning anything follows this pattern: starting by imitating others' movements, and gradually, due to human inertia, if one continues to practice a movement or a series of movements consistently, they will eventually see results.
The saying "practice makes perfect" illustrates this principle. Therefore, we occasionally see so-called masters of a craft; it is not necessarily due to their innate talent but rather because they have spent a long time in a similar field.
The second difficulty is achieving a state of mind free from distractions. Since the focus is on essence, the requirements for one's state of mind are very high.
This is an even more challenging requirement, or it can be said to be the highest level of martial arts practice.
For example, in Martial Arts, many skilled practitioners are often eccentric individuals. The Sword God Ximen Chui Xue is serious and does not joke around; he holds a deep respect for killing and even considers it an art form.
On the other hand, Old Fool Zhou Botong possesses a childlike innocence and a mind free from distractions, which allows him to create his own Dual Wielding techniques.
Even the founder of Tai Chi Zhang Sanfeng did not pay attention to appearances in his youth. The distractions of the human heart can sometimes be tainted by worldly vanity.
Things like money, women, appearance, height and weight, cleanliness or lack thereof are all overlooked by true masters.
For instance, Zhang Sanfeng was known as the "Slovenly Daoist" in his youth.
The reason why Wei Yuan is suitable for practicing Xingyi Quan is that he has never truly learned any other Kung Fu. Of course, the soft yoga taught by Yang Ying does not count as Kung Fu.
The Bridal Garment Divine Skill requires one to abandon their martial arts in order to cultivate it. This is mainly to prevent the interference and influence of other martial arts, which could lead the practitioner to lose focus and fall into madness, making it impossible to even grasp the basics of cultivation.
The Sunflower Manual is even more brutal; to practice this skill, one must first undergo castration. It presents a cruel choice: once you undergo this procedure, you will never again be able to touch a woman in your lifetime.
So, what is more important: divine skills or manhood?
This question might be one that even Shakespeare would struggle to answer. This perverse requirement reflects a deeper issue: to successfully cultivate extraordinary divine skills, one must have a mind free of distractions and desires.
What does this requirement of having a distraction-free mind have to do with your manhood?
This is a question that all men can likely answer, as a physiologically normal man has significant needs in that regard, especially at Wei Yuan's age.
Naturally, thoughts of women arise, but if the requirement is to have a distraction-free mind, how can one avoid thoughts of women?
Even in Buddhist practices, there is an emphasis on avoiding close contact with women; how much more so for true extraordinary cultivation?
Thus, it is only natural that Wei Yuan's lack of experience with systematic Kung Fu becomes an advantage in his practice of Xingyi Quan.
"Form follows intention; intention arises from the heart."
As he silently recited the eight-character mantra belonging to Xingyi Quan, Wei Yuan seemed to begin understanding the essence behind these simple words.
In an instant, he completely cast aside all distractions, even ignoring Yang Ying, who had just approached him.
However, time did not give him much opportunity to adapt, because when Shen Qingyi heard Yang Ying shout, he was slightly distracted for a moment but quickly got back into the zone.
Moreover, his punching speed became faster and more urgent. After all, he had watched Yang Ying grow up and naturally knew that this girl was far more gifted in martial arts than he was. Although she had only been training for a little over ten years, her talent made her a formidable opponent.
Now she was clearly on Wei Yuan's side. When Yang Ying joined in, he knew he would definitely be unable to defend himself. If they surrounded him and all these were ordinary people without Kung Fu skills, Shen Qingyi at least needed to ensure he had the confidence to escape.
However, if Yang Ying and Wei Yuan attacked together, it would be easy for them to pin him down. Being pinned down by them meant something very serious: these two would definitely not let him go.
As a result, reality began to force Shen Qingyi to become anxious. He accelerated his movements and even increased his strength; every punch was delivered with all his might.
Soon, although Wei Yuan kept dodging, it was clear that Shen Qingyi's rapid movements combined with his tremendous power were taking a toll on his stamina.
Just as Yang Ying arrived at the door and prepared to enter, Wei Yuan suddenly shouted, "You sneak attack him from behind!"
From their positions, Wei Yuan could see Yang Ying behind Shen Qingyi, but Shen Qingyi had his back turned to Yang Ying. So even though he knew Yang Ying had arrived, he had no idea how far away she was.
When Wei Yuan shouted like that, he immediately became flustered and even stopped his movements, intending to turn around to deal with Yang Ying.
But at that moment, he realized he had been tricked.
"What a chance, damn it!"
Wei Yuan seized the opportunity and naturally would not let it slip by. As soon as Shen Qingyi fell for his feint, Wei Yuan quickly took advantage of the situation and threw a punch.
There was no special technique involved, but this time Wei Yuan's resolve was particularly strong, and he used Xingyi Quan.
However, there is a difference with Xingyi Quan: the techniques and routines of Xingyi Quan are not completely fixed. Instead, within the entire system of the martial art, there are many variations that make it difficult for your opponent to predict your striking trajectory.
Moreover, since Xingyi Quan does not emphasize form, it means that the techniques themselves are not only variable and can change at any moment, but one can also incorporate personal movements throughout the process.
So after Wei Yuan delivered a punch, he did not give Shen Qingyi a chance to counterattack; instead, he followed up with another punch and added a kick.
Shen Qingyi was somewhat dazed from Wei Yuan's strikes, but similarly, when Yang Ying arrived, he was forced to remain cautious and composed. As a result, he forgot about the pain and quickly regained his focus.
At this moment, however, Wei Yuan could no longer care about his own injuries; he was even trying to forget everything. In his mind, there was only one thought: "I must beat this bastard in front of me into an unrecognizable state."
This thought was not just a casual idea; it had been lingering in his mind since earlier.
Furthermore, at this time, Wei Yuan was continuously proving through his actions that this thought was indeed necessary.
It was as if Wei Yuan had truly grasped the essence of Xingyi Quan's guiding principle: "Form follows intent; intent arises from the heart."
In an instant, Wei Yuan really seemed to forget all the damage he had taken, not even considering how much energy he had expended. It felt as though he had broken through a bottleneck or completely ignored his own condition.
As the saying goes: "In a fight, it's not the fierce ones you fear; it's those who don't care about their lives."
Of course, this saying was coined by someone like Wei Yuan, but at this moment, it seemed to hold true. Wei Yuan, who paid no attention to his own situation, became increasingly fierce despite being injured multiple times.
Letting go of everything and clearing his mind,
Wei Yuan completely achieved this. After forgetting his own condition, it seemed that all of Wei Yuan's advantages returned to him in an instant.
His ghostly speed and seamless movements began to relentlessly press Shen Qingyi from this moment on.
One punch followed another; although it didn't seem to be any advanced Kung Fu, there is a saying: in martial arts, speed is paramount.
With such a ghostly speed and continuous actions, there was simply no time for Shen Qingyi to react. Moreover, Wei Yuan's Xingyi Quan was not a series of fixed, rigid moves, so Shen Qingyi couldn't discern the trajectory of his punches at all.
Because of this, Shen Qingyi continuously suffered losses against Wei Yuan, taking punch after punch and kick after kick.
However, this bastard showed no respect for the elderly or the young; after all, he was nearly fifty years old himself. Could he not go easy?
Shen Qingyi began to feel a bit wronged because under Wei Yuan's continuous actions, he had no time to gauge the direction of his punches and even less ability to evade them. Furthermore, Wei Yuan showed no signs of stopping.
Finally, with the last punch, Wei Yuan poured all his strength into his fist. When it landed, it seemed somehow more powerful than before, or perhaps Shen Qingyi's body had grown weak and could no longer withstand it.
With that punch, Shen Qingyi was unexpectedly sent flying towards the wall beside him at an astonishing speed that left onlookers dumbfounded.
Although the entire fighting process involved punches and kicks and seemed like dozens of exchanges, the total time was only a little over a minute, mainly because both of their speeds were far beyond that of ordinary people.
But the truly shocking scene was just beginning. At that moment, it was as if an exaggerated relay race was unfolding in mid-air. Just then, Yang Ying, who had just run into the room, saw Shen Qingyi flying out and instinctively jumped up as well.
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