A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

"Our martial arts school charges a monthly fee. I wonder if you have any prior martial arts experience?"

After taking their seats, Shan Ying poured Feng Yuxiu a cup of tea and sat down to ask him the usual questions.

But then, Shan Ying frowned as Feng Yuxiu stared at her with a smile.

That look in his eyes didn't seem like teasing; instead, it exuded the domineering aura of a wolf eyeing a sheep.

"This gentleman?"

Dan Ying frowned and asked, "Over the years, many people have shown her lustful expressions, but who is she?"
She was no ordinary woman; her swordsmanship was the foundation of her standing in this society.

No man can have any improper thoughts about her unless she is willing.

After years of practicing martial arts, she no longer craves lust; all the physical energy she expends on martial arts training is used for martial arts.

She wasn't interested in romantic relationships between men and women.

This is also a legacy passed down from the master's wife. Senior brother Xiahou Wu is now cooperating with the police, and the He Yi Sect is moving towards modernization.

Therefore, Shan Ying felt that she was on the path of a strong woman.

She wants to take the Unity Sect to a higher level.

Feng Yuxiu slowly lowered his head, picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and then smiled, "The tea is good, aged tea..."

Shan Ying was now even more certain that the man in front of her was not here to practice martial arts; his words and actions were unlike those of an ordinary person.

"You're a martial arts practitioner? What exactly do you want?"

Shan Ying placed her right hand on the table, with her sword standing on the left side of the table.

With a sword in hand, even Xiahou Wu wouldn't dare to carry it barehanded.

Feng Yuxiu narrowed his eyes, gulped down the tea, stood up, walked to the kettle, and poured himself a cup.

Dan Ying stared at Feng Yuxiu warily. "Our Heyi Sect cooperates with the police. My senior brother is one of the police's many instructors."

"Don't panic. What era are we living in? It's a society governed by law. Besides... have you never experienced society before? I haven't even said anything yet, and you've already revealed all your secrets."

Upon hearing this, Shan Ying's face stiffened. She had been practicing martial arts since she was very young and had always stayed in the martial arts school. Only a few years ago did she come here from Foshan with her senior brother.

After drinking two cups, Feng Yuxiu glanced at the snacks on the table and walked over to eat them heartily.

He hadn't eaten since he had been fighting three top experts in a row, so this was a good opportunity for him to replenish his energy.

Lu Xuanxin and Xiahou Wu just went out and won't be back anytime soon.

Killing Shao Henian and his ilk is no big deal; they are martial arts practitioners, and perhaps have some connection to gangs.

Therefore, the police are unlikely to investigate too much, since assassinations within gangs are quite common.

But Xiahou Wu is different from Lu Xuanxin and Shan Ying.

Once he's killed, even if the Hong Kong police can't investigate, the very officer who gave him the order won't let him go.

Ever since meeting the colonel at the general store, Feng Yuxiu has been unable to kill Xiahou Wu at will.

This is the obstacle of reality: his identity, his silhouette, and the mission he came here were all predetermined.

It seems that he was discovered by his superiors immediately after returning from the United States.

However, he still wanted to make sure Xiahou Wu didn't sleep so soundly.

"That's right, I'm a martial arts student... but I used to practice martial arts."

Feng Yuxiu suddenly smiled and said, "Miss, don't be nervous. I just came here to have a match with you. If you beat me, I will definitely learn martial arts... I'll pay for it for a year."

As he spoke, Feng Yuxiu pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket. This was all given to him by those old bastards from Hung Hing the night he killed Wang Zhe.

With such a powerful martial arts master like him, the old guard of Hung Hing naturally wanted to keep him around.

In this day and age, everything is pragmatic; if you want to retain someone, you have to offer something tangible.

Money is something tangible.

In this era, there are opportunities to make money everywhere, and paths to wealth are everywhere.

Dan Ying's eyes widened, her cherry-like lips parted in surprise, and she exclaimed, "So many..."

"So, I'm a good person. Daytime is safe these days... Miss, are you interested?"

Feng Yuxiu looked at Shan Ying with a smile.

Dan Ying hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, then you wait a bit."

With that, Shan Ying grabbed her sword and ran out.

Feng Yuxiu sat in the chair, not looking at the stack of money.

In his current position, money is of little use to him.

A short while later, Shan Ying rushed in, throwing a piece of clothing at Feng Yuxiu.

"This is your martial arts uniform. Please change into it first. Once you're done, come to the training ground downstairs."

Feng Yuxiu smiled as he looked at the dark-colored clothes in his hand.

He hadn't experienced Shan Ying's techniques in his previous life, but he figured they weren't very profound.

I remember learning before I died that Shan Ying had greatly admired his senior brother Xiahou Wu a few years ago.

Xiahou Wu, on the other hand, was a typical chauvinist.

He had considered Shan Ying as his future lover since he was a child.

Therefore, there is nothing better than breaking through Shan Ying's heart, which has never set foot in the secular world.

He wanted to turn Xiahou Wu into a complete minotaur, to let him know what it meant for his precious things to be taken away little by little by others.

By observing Shan Ying's behavior, Feng Yuxiu determined that this woman was still a virgin.

Therefore, this contest was about winning hearts and minds; he wanted to forcefully make Shan Ying experience the essence of masculinity.

That kind of awe was different from others, different from the respect of the apprentices, and different from Xiahou Wu's polite gaze.

He wanted to show Shan Ying in every way what it means to be a man.

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The apprentices practicing martial arts at the bottom of the martial arts school had been given a holiday by Shan Ying, so only Shan Ying and Feng Yuxiu were in the entire school.

This made Feng Yuxiu even happier, because Xiahou Wu would definitely be caught up in the Minotaur incident.

Dan Ying was dressed in a plain white training uniform, the skirt tightly bound, revealing her slender yet strong calves. The long sword in her hand pointed diagonally at the ground, the tip of the sword trembling slightly.

Her hair was tied up in a high bun, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her almond-shaped eyes were fixed on the man opposite her.

Feng Yuxiu was dressed in dark shorts. He wasn't particularly tall, but he exuded a profound and dignified air.

A faint smile played on his lips as he looked Shan Ying up and down.

Wearing her training clothes accentuated Shan Ying's figure to the extreme, but it was clear that she hadn't realized it yet.

She simply assumed her starting stance, unaware that Feng Yuxiu was scrutinizing her from all angles.

Dan Ying's ears turned slightly red, and she felt a warm breeze on her body.

But as a martial artist, he quickly overcame the discomfort of being stared at. “The successor of the He Yi Sect, Xiahou Wu’s junior sister,” he said, his voice not loud, but carrying a chilling edge, “It is said that Miss Shan’s swordsmanship is agile, I shall see for myself today.”

Before he finished speaking, he moved without warning, like a black shadow rushing towards Shan Ying, so fast that Shan Ying barely had time to react.

Dan Ying's heart skipped a beat, and her longsword was suddenly drawn. A cold light flashed, and with a move called "Flowing Clouds and Flying Sleeves," the sword swept out like flowing water, attempting to block Feng Yuxiu's attack.

However, her sword was only halfway through its trajectory when it was deflected by Feng Yuxiu's two daggers. The sword and daggers collided with a crisp clang, which made Shan Ying's hand go numb and her arm ache slightly.

She was shocked to realize that her opponent's internal strength far exceeded her expectations. She quickly withdrew her sword and changed her move, stepping back with agile movements like a butterfly. She twirled her longsword in several sword flowers, aiming directly at Feng Yuxiu's face, throat, and other vital points. Her moves were fierce, fully demonstrating the exquisite nature of the He Yi School sword technique.

Ke Fengyu responded with extreme composure, as if every move Shan Ying made was within his expectations.

He neither dodged nor evaded, relying solely on his two bare hands, sometimes parrying precisely like iron pincers, sometimes coiling cleverly like a nimble snake, always managing to defuse Shan Ying's attacks at the last possible moment.

As Shan Ying's sword pierced towards his left shoulder, he slightly shifted his body, and his right hand reached out, his fingertips brushing against Shan Ying's wrist, the cool touch sending a shiver through Shan Ying's body.

“You’re a little weak,” Feng Yuxiu said with a smile, but his eyes showed no warmth. “Is this how Xiahou Wu taught you?”

Shan Ying gritted her teeth, refusing to waste words with him. Her swordplay suddenly accelerated, unleashing a series of rapid thrusts that intertwined into an impenetrable net of sword light.

Feng Yuxiu moved lightly, his figure weaving through the sword light as if taking a leisurely stroll.

Suddenly, he seized an opening, took a step forward with his left foot, pressed his body close to Shan Ying, and his right hand shot out like lightning, dodging Shan Ying's sword and striking her shoulder directly.

Dan Ying gasped and quickly dodged to the side, but she was still a beat too slow. Feng Yuxiu's palm grazed her shoulder and fell with a strong force, causing her to stagger and fall half a step to the right.

Before Shan Ying could regain her footing, Feng Yuxiu had already followed closely behind.

Instead of taking advantage of the situation to attack, he reached out his left hand and gently put his arm around Shan Ying's waist to help her steady herself.

The touch was chillingly cold, and Shan Ying felt a stiffness in her waist, as if she were being coiled by a venomous snake, and she was about to break free.

Feng Yuxiu released his grip first, his smile widening, but his eyes remained icy: "Miss Shan, stand firm. Falling down so easily doesn't seem like the behavior of a disciple of the He Yi Sect."

Dan Ying was both ashamed and angry, a blush rising on her cheeks. She thrust her long sword out again, this time with a hint of ruthlessness and eagerness for quick success.

Feng Yuxiu shook his head slightly, seemingly quite satisfied with her reaction.

He sidestepped the sword's edge, then suddenly grabbed Shan Ying's wrist with his right hand. With a slight exertion, Shan Ying felt a sharp pain in her wrist, and the sword slipped from her grasp and clattered to the ground.

Losing his weapon, Shan Ying panicked and tried to attack Feng Yuxiu with his other hand, but Feng Yuxiu easily dodged the attack.

Feng Yuxiu grabbed Shan Ying's wrist and twisted her arm behind her back. With a little force, Shan Ying was forced to bend over and lose her balance.

He leaned close to Shan Ying's ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe: "Without a sword, what can you do?"

Dan Ying struggled, her cheeks flushed red with humiliation, and beads of sweat slid down her face and dripped onto the bluestone slab.

"let me go!"

She said through gritted teeth, her voice trembling slightly, yet she still refused to give in.

Feng Yuxiu chuckled lightly. Instead of letting go of her, he loosened his grip on her arms and patted her back as if soothing a disobedient kitten.

"She certainly has a fiery temper,"

As he spoke, his left hand slid down and gently pinched the junction of Shan Ying's waist and hips, feeling a delicate and firm touch.

Dan Ying was jolted, as if struck by an electric current. Her body stiffened instantly, and an indescribable sense of shame and indignation surged into her heart, her cheeks turning so red they were almost dripping blood.

She turned around abruptly and punched Feng Yuxiu in the face.

Feng Yuxiu easily dodged, his right hand flashing out to grab her fist, while his left foot stepped forward, forcing Shan Ying into a corner, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.

Trapped between Feng Yuxiu and the wall, Shan Ying could clearly smell the faint scent of blood on him and feel the cold aura emanating from him.

Feng Yuxiu looked down at her, a smile still playing on his lips, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you angry?"

As he spoke, he released Shan Ying's fist, raised his right hand, and gently brushed away the beads of sweat on her forehead, the movement carrying an almost eerie tenderness.

Dan Ying turned her head away, but he pressed her cheek with his other hand, forcing her to look at him.

"What are you hiding from?" Feng Yuxiu's voice was deep. "Do you think my tuition fees are so easy to collect?"

His fingers gently caressed Shan Ying's cheek; the touch was icy cold, making Shan Ying feel very uncomfortable.

Dan Ying struggled fiercely, suddenly raising her legs and kicking Feng Yuxiu in the abdomen.

Feng Yuxiu lightly leaped away from her attack, and at the same time, he reached down with his right hand and slapped her on the buttocks.

A crisp snap echoed through the quiet branch.

Dan Ying's body froze instantly, all her struggles ceased, her cheeks flushed red like ripe apples, and a strong sense of shame overwhelmed her, almost making her cry.

Feng Yuxiu watched her reaction, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, and his smile widened.

He didn't continue his attack, but instead stepped back half a step and watched her with a leisurely air.

"Why did you stop fighting?" he asked with a smile, his eyes still cold. "Weren't you quite imposing just now?"

Dan Ying stood there, her hands clenched into fists, her body trembling slightly, not from fear, but from shame and humiliation.

She could feel her cheeks burning hot, all her strength seemed to have been drained, and her legs were slightly weak, making it almost impossible for her to stand.

Feng Yuxiu walked slowly toward her, each step feeling as if he were stepping on her heart.

He reached out, wanting to touch her again, but Shan Ying suddenly closed her eyes, turned her head away, and her cheeks were still shockingly red.

Her breathing was somewhat rapid, her chest rose and fell slightly, and her body swayed slightly due to weakness, all of her previous sharpness and fighting spirit gone.

As Feng Yuxiu looked at her like this, the smile on his lips gradually faded, his eyes remained cold, but he did not make any further moves. He simply watched her quietly, as if admiring a work of art that he was manipulating.

Silence fell again in the branch office, with only Shan Ying's rapid breathing and the sound of the wind outside the window.

Her body was still weak, her legs trembling slightly, but she still tried her best to straighten her back. However, her burning cheeks and rapid breathing had already betrayed her inner shame, anger, and panic.

"Miss, you've lost."

Feng Yuxiu stepped back, his gaze fixed on Shan Ying, whose body was soaked with sweat.

The thin, cool clothing clung almost to her body, revealing the beauty of a young girl, and appeared almost transparent in the sunlight streaming through the window.

Dan Ying's mind had already become chaotic during the competition; she didn't know what she wanted to do.

This was the first time in my life I had been touched like this by a man.

"What? What are you thinking about?"

Suddenly, Feng Yuxiu appeared behind Shan Ying and greeted her gently from close proximity.

A strong, well-defined physique clung to Shan Ying's taut, muscular skin as she practiced martial arts.

Dan Ying was struck dumb, her whole body trembled, and she sat down directly on the cold ground.

She was stunned by Feng Yuxiu's extremely powerful martial arts moves.

Feng Yuxiu smiled slightly and turned to leave without hesitation.

Going any further would be counterproductive; planting this seed now is the best course of action.

Moreover, Shan Ying made a major mistake in this competition: she directly sent Xue Wu away from the martial arts school.

This flame will grow bigger and bigger.

After leaving the martial arts school, Feng Yuxiu stared at the pedestrians on the street, then turned and disappeared into the crowd.

"Xiahou Wu, I'll take my time playing with you." (End of Chapter)