Super Hero Monk: Hormones Journey to the West

Chapter 4: Pigeons!

There was chaos in the hall. The timid ones fled in all directions, while those who were not afraid of trouble hid far away and ate melons.

Looking at his disciples killing people indiscriminately, Elder Fa Ming's blood pressure rose by another 10 mmHg. His mind raced as he quickly calculated the various possible consequences.

To be honest, he was a little surprised at the fighting ability Xuan Ci showed now. He didn't expect that he could become so vigorous after practicing hard every day.

Without a trace of internal energy, the strength of his dead muscles alone is comparable to that of a seventh-grade warrior.

Going up six levels, you will reach the first-level grandmaster, which is the pinnacle of the Qi training realm. In the major martial arts sects, they are the pillars of the sect.

Going up further is the Jindan realm. Such beings mostly only appear in temples or immortal cultivation sects.

Going up further is the Nascent Soul Realm. Such an existence can already come into contact with the fairyland and is the buffer zone between the fairyland and the human world.

Rise higher and higher... and you will ascend to become an immortal.

However, Fa Ming believes that the latter has nothing to do with Xuan Ci's muscular training.

Unless someone helps him cultivate immortality in the future, no matter how powerful he is, being a seventh-grade warrior is already the pinnacle of his life.

In a flash, Xuan Ci snatched the iron rod from another thug and beat him until his brains burst.

The remaining eight or nine people were so frightened that they fled in all directions.

"Run your mother!?"

Xuan Ci roared wildly, his eyes locked on the slowest-running villain. He chased him and smashed his knees, then grabbed his hair and pulled it up, roaring:
"Where's Xiao Ke? Huh!?"

The big villain had a perforated eardrum on one side, and was so scared that he was pissing and shitting. He really suspected that the half-stained red white gauze in front of him was not a human face, but an extremely terrifying monster.

"Don't... don't kill me, she is in the innermost yard." He raised his hand tremblingly and pointed.

Xuan Ci grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up in the air, then immediately rushed to the backyard like a tiger running with an antelope in its mouth.

The small courtyard at the deepest part of Jixiang Building is relatively secluded and is usually used to house some disobedient girls for easy training.

"Damn it, you dare to stab me with a hairpin? I'll beat you to death, you little bitch... I'll beat you to death!"

Mr. Zhang swung his whip in anger, hitting a little girl again and again.

“Ah…ah…wuwuwu.”

The little girl had already burst into tears, curled up on the ground and screamed, which made the black-clad guard next to her feel sorry for her.

Fortunately, Mr. Zhang was already old and weak, so he soon stopped panting and rubbed the wound on his shoulder.

Seeing this, an old procuress immediately stepped forward to support him and said, "Master, come, sit down and calm down. I'll ask someone to apply some medicine for you."

"How do you train people? It's been so many days, is it really working?" Mr. Zhang cursed angrily.

"Hey, we beat her up and scared her, and we thought she was obedient, but we didn't expect she would dare to trick us!"

The madam smiled apologetically and said:

"Why don't you go sit with Miss Bao'er today? I'll definitely give her a good beating. If I kill her, we'll refund you three times your money."

Mr. Zhang looked down at the little girl's tearful face, felt his own physical and mental condition, and after a moment's silence, waved his hand and said:
"No. Have someone bring her back into the house and hang her up with a rope."

The madam understood and nodded, then immediately ordered the two eunuchs behind her to pick up the little girl and bring her to the door.

The little girl struggled desperately but couldn't get away, crying out in panic:
"I don't want it. My body belongs to Gege. He promised to take me out next year... No matter how much this old man offers, he will definitely pay double, no, triple!"

When Mr. Zhang heard this, he snorted in disdain.

The madam's face darkened even more, and she cursed:

"Well, at such a young age, you still dare to secretly hook up with a strange man? You are such a fool who can't recognize the real man. What a bullshit brother! In front of Mr. Zhang, he is not even worthy of carrying his shoes!"

At this moment, the guard next to him suddenly frowned and turned to look at the closed gate.

next second~
The door bolt broke, and a... no, two figures rushed in. It was Xuan Ci who was running at the fastest speed.

After confirming that the little girl caught by the two eunuchs was Xiao Ke, he directly picked up the half-dead girl in his hand and threw her to the ground headfirst!
"boom!"

The sound is terrifying, the picture is chilling. Ah this! ?
Mr. Zhang and the madam were so frightened that they stepped back involuntarily.

The two eunuchs turned pale and released the little girl's hands.

The black-clad guard's expression also changed, but he was not suppressed in terms of momentum. After slightly adjusting his stance, he pointed at Xuan Ci and shouted:

"Who are you? Tell me your name."

"Report your mother's head!"

Xuan Ci rushed forward without saying a word and started fighting.

However, this black-clad guard is not as easy to deal with as the eunuch's thugs.

Seeing Xuan Ci approaching him with the strange "antelope leap", he responded calmly, dodging the swift hook with a side step.

Xuan Ci followed him like a shadow, sticking to him and launching a series of combined punches attacking from both sides.

After testing the opponent's strength, the black-clad guard decisively chose to counterattack, using his internal energy to drive the palm knife to suddenly attack, relying on the advantage of being more concealed and faster than muscle force to hit the head.

Xuan Ci raised his arm to block it, but the veil on his head was blown away by the strong wind.

The black-clad guard took advantage of his unstable body and punched through his defense, hitting Xuan Ci in the chest.

"Oh!"

Xuan Ci retreated thirteen steps and hit his back against a cassia tree before he could steady himself.

Elder Fa Ming, who had followed quietly, happened to see this scene. His blood pressure rose another 10 mmHg, and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

"A sixth-rank warrior... This is troublesome. Xuan Ci will definitely not be able to defeat him. His identity has also been exposed."

As Xuan Ci raised his head, everyone in the yard was stunned by his handsomeness, even more shocked than seeing a pig's or monkey's head under the veil.

Just because he is so beautiful!
“Pigeon!?”

The little girl burst into laughter, her face full of surprise.

"Is this the...charming monk from Jinshan Temple?"

The madam also guessed Xuanci's identity.

There's no way around it, who made his good name known to thousands of women, and his muscles coveted by thousands of women?

"What a wicked monk! How dare you come and attack me!" Zhang Yuan shouted, "Wang Ding, capture him, regardless of life or death!"

Seeing this situation, Fa Ming had already thought about helping his disciple clean up his mess.

After all, fighting is not a game of house. Many times, life and death depend on a moment, and Xuanci's life cannot afford any mistakes.

However, just as he was about to make a move, he saw Xuan Ci tearing his clothes, revealing his snow-white and muscular upper body.

“Aaaaaa!”

As Xuan Ci tensed his whole body and let out a wild roar, the hundreds of muscles in his body seemed to be about to explode, and they became visibly thicker with the naked eye.

Ah this?

The black-clad guards were all stunned. They really couldn't understand what kind of martial arts this monk was practicing.

Fa Ming was stunned for a moment, thinking, "Wow, it's amazing that he could train his muscles to this level." But what good would rushing Qi and blood into the muscles like this do, other than blocking the meridians?
Does it serve a styling purpose?
But soon, he found himself seeing things he couldn't understand again.

Warfare is a game of deception, so when one is capable one pretends to be incapable.

Fa Ming could use his spiritual sense to detect how strong the true energy in other people's meridians was, but he had no way of sensing how much power was contained in their bones, tendons and muscles.

He only saw Xuan Ci pick up a huge rock and complete 500 squats.

However, few people knew that Xuan Ci's control over cell tissue was terrifying. When doing a squat, perhaps less than 10% of the muscle fibers of the quadriceps and gluteus maximus were involved in the force.

This is what fitness trainers call "isolation training," only the ultimate evolution.

(End of this chapter)