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Seven days later, at the training grounds.
Qi Xiao took out a few low-grade spirit stones, but before he could hand them to the gatekeeper disciple, a yellow pouch filled with spirit stones snatched the opportunity away.
"I'll take this entrance to the secret realm," someone declared.
The inner disciples, lacking a master and without senior brothers or sisters to accompany them for training, found that the elders of the sect had specially arranged a small secret realm near the training grounds.
Different entrances to the secret realm corresponded to different areas, each inhabited by various beasts. However, these beasts were merely illusions; they could only inflict pain on the disciples without causing any real harm, making them an ideal choice for honing skills and practicing techniques.
Qi Xiao glanced back at the person behind him.
The individual wore a yellow brocade robe with a jade belt cinched at his waist, presenting an appearance of youthful elegance. He might have been described as a handsome young man, but his arrogant and domineering expression marred that beauty.
A few plainly dressed inner disciples followed him like sycophants. Upon seeing Qi Xiao approach, they bared their teeth and glared menacingly.
"Hey, kid! This entrance has been claimed by our Senior Brother Zhao. Why don’t you just step aside? Are you looking for a beating?"
Qi Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly and surveyed them before sneering coldly. "I thought who it was making such a big fuss; turns out it's just a bunch of Foundation Establishment trash."
"You’re asking for it!"
The speaker lunged forward, throwing a powerful punch. Qi Xiao stepped back and dodged to the side, delivering a kick to the man's knee joint. The man’s left leg buckled, and he fell face-first into the dirt.
As dust flew up, laughter erupted around them. The man’s face turned red as he scrambled to get up but was met with Qi Xiao's foot pressing down on his chest.
With a gentle grind, the man squirmed left and right like an ant trapped beneath someone's heel, unable to rise.
Qi Xiao looked down coldly. "Is this all you've got?"
The laughter grew louder around them.
"Well done! Someone needs to teach them a lesson."
"If it weren't for Senior Sister Linglong being absent today, would you dare bully the disciples? Now that you've run into someone tough, you deserve it."
The fallen man's face grew even redder. "You’re looking for death! If I hadn’t been careless, how could you have defeated me so easily?"
The young man in brocade also looked displeased; having one of his lackeys pinned down was no different from having his own face trampled.
"Junior Brother," he said with forced composure, "I admit I underestimated you. But you should know that these disciples have long days ahead of them. They’re all behind me; if you're smart, you'll let him go quickly."
"Are you threatening me?"
The young master in the brocade robe disdainfully lifted his chin. "What can you threaten me with? Among the disciples here, aside from that freak, I am the one who calls the shots! You, a mere Foundation Establishment novice, just arrived, and you think you can stand against so many of us by yourself?"
"You better release him now, kneel down, and admit your mistakes. If you do, I might let you off the hook."
In the crowd nearby, Wang Hu witnessed this scene and wanted to rush forward but was held back by Tong Liu.
"Those people from Cheng Yufeng are just bullying others. Why are you stopping me?"
"Hmph," Tong Liu said, annoyed as he patted Wang Hu's head. "They are personal disciples; do you really think you can take them on?"
However, Wang Hu hesitated. Although personal disciples were indeed formidable, Qi Xiao was still young. No matter how talented he was, could he really withstand so many opponents?
He felt uncertain. He was also just at the Foundation Establishment stage, but there were at least three others from Cheng Yufeng who were at that level!
"Just watch if you want; stop talking so much nonsense."
As the two spoke, Qi Xiao let out a cold laugh, releasing his foot and kicking aside the defeated opponent beneath him. "If you want to lose, then come at me all together."
This dismissive attitude thoroughly infuriated Cheng Yufeng. He turned and shouted, prompting his group to charge at the young man.
Qi Xiao took a step back to dodge a strike from Black Tiger, sidestepped to avoid a sweeping kick, and leaped to evade a palm strike.
His movements were incredibly simple, yet none of the attackers could land a hit on him. Instead, they appeared clumsy and foolish, like a bunch of bumbling bears.
Laughter erupted from the onlookers.
One disciple frowned and said, "Big brother, we can't even touch this kid!"
Cheng Yufeng shouted angrily, "I’m not blind!"
He charged toward Qi Xiao but found himself enveloped in an inexplicable wave of energy that left him disoriented. In that moment of confusion, the young man effortlessly dodged his attack.
"Something's not right," he glared at Qi Xiao with malice. "What strange method are you using? Did you drug us?"
The others began to feel dazed as well.
"No wonder I felt like my limbs were heavy; he must have drugged me!"
"You little brat! If you're going to fight, then fight! What’s with these underhanded tricks?"
At that moment, a delicate voice rang out.
"Are you really saying that others are underhanded? Before you say such things, have you ever asked yourselves if your conscience hurts?"
Cheng Yufeng was enraged upon hearing this. If he couldn't deal with the boy in front of him, did that mean he couldn't handle anyone else? But as he turned around, he was met with the sight of a light pink figure floating down from the tower. It felt as if his throat had been seized, and he could no longer utter a word.
The girl leisurely walked to the center of the arena, arms crossed, casting a casual glance.
"What’s this? Were you just about to scold me?"
Cheng Yufeng forced a smile, "How could I dare? I was just so happy to see Senior Sister Linglong that I lost my composure."
Ji Linglong looked increasingly disdainful. "Pathetic!"
Cheng Yufeng's face flushed with anger, but he bit his tongue and swallowed it down. He knew there was no way to resolve this today. He waved his hand and hurriedly led his group away.
Once they left, Ji Linglong regained her composure and curiously examined Qi Xiao. Then she placed her hands behind her back and stepped forward, whispering,
"You just disrupted their spirits, didn’t you?"
Qi Xiao's expression shifted slightly; he hadn't expected the special nature of the Bihai Tide Technique to be so easily discerned by this girl before him. He chose not to respond, but she didn't seem to mind.
"Your technique is intriguing; I’d like to experience it for myself."
With that, she unleashed a palm strike accompanied by a gust of wind. Qi Xiao's expression darkened as he raised his hand to block in front of him, retreating several steps until he reached the edge of the training ground before finally stopping.
His attack had no effect on the girl!
What kind of skill does Ji Linglong possess?
Throughout history, those below the Nascent Soul stage practiced body cultivation, heart cultivation, and technique cultivation; only those at the Nascent Soul stage and above could cultivate their spirit and enhance it, even using their spirit to attack others. This was also what made the Bihai Tide Technique so extraordinary—it was primarily focused on spirit cultivation from the very beginning. With this technique in hand, he could be considered invincible among those below the Nascent Soul stage.
Yet this girl before him shattered his understanding completely.
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