One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

"But...that's garbage."

Chen Duo looked at Zhang Taichu, her clear eyes still holding a hint of stubbornness and confusion.

In her mind, anything harmful should be eliminated.

This was an ironclad rule she learned at the Medicine Fairy Society, and also a rule she was instilled with in the Dark Fortress.

Whether it's the poisonous insects that want to devour her or the enemies that want to harm her.

Only complete destruction is the safest option.

Zhang Taichu looked at her serious expression and sighed softly.

He extended a finger and gently flicked Chen Duo's forehead.

"collapse."

A crisp sound rang out.

Chen Duo winced in pain and instinctively covered her forehead, looking at him with a somewhat aggrieved expression.

"Remember, this is neither the Medicine Immortal's Gathering nor the All-Access Road."

Zhang Taichu slowly and deliberately put the ice cream that had almost fallen to the ground back into Chen Duo's hand, which was her left hand.

Then, he grabbed Chen Duo's free right hand.

That hand was very white and soft, with slender and long fingers, and it didn't look dangerous at all.

But in Zhang Taichu's perception, this seemingly weak hand contained a terrifying power capable of tearing tigers and leopards apart.

That was the body of the Gu-body Saint Child, refined by countless highly poisonous drugs; it was a true humanoid weapon.

"Curl your fingers up."

Zhang Taichu patiently manipulated her fingers, as if teaching a child who had just learned to walk:

"Clench your four fingers together and press them inwards."

"Press your thumb on the second joint of your index and middle fingers."

"Yes, that's it."

Chen Duo followed his movements somewhat clumsily, slowly clenching her fists.

In that instant.

A fair and tender fist, only the size of a steamed bun, appeared in Zhang Taichu's palm.

"This is……"

Chen Duo looked at her hands with a blank expression.

"That's called a fist."

Zhang Taichu released his grip, pointed at the blond-haired man with a fierce face who was still in a daze, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips:

"In this world, ordinary people never use poison when they fight."

"That's something only cowards use."

"A true strong person doesn't care who they don't like..."

Zhang Taichu paused, a chilling glint flashing in his eyes:

"Use this to beat him up."

"Beat them to death."

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

The blond-haired man finally snapped out of his daze at the bizarre sight of the ice cream floating in mid-air.

Perhaps it was because the brain automatically blocked out information beyond its comprehension, or perhaps it was because it was completely enraged by Zhang Taichu's contemptuous attitude.

His face turned a deep purplish-red, veins bulged on his forehead, and spittle flew everywhere.

"Beat me up?!"

"Ha! Hahahaha!"

The blond-haired man burst into exaggerated laughter, clutching his stomach as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

He turned to look at his henchmen behind him, pointed at Zhang Taichu and Chen Duo, and said in a sharp, shrill voice:

"Did you guys hear that?"

"That stinky Taoist priest let this little wench beat me up?!"

"Come on, come on!"

The blond-haired man suddenly took a step forward, bringing his acne-scarred face close to Chen Duo's, and even arrogantly patted his cheek:

"Shoot here!"

"I'll just stand here and not move!"

"If you don't beat your brother up properly, tonight..."

Before he could finish speaking, the lewd glint in his eyes was already undisguised, and his dirty hand reached for Chen Duo's shoulder again.

"Little sister, your hands are so soft, let big brother touch them..."

Chen Duo looked at that disgusting face so close to her.

The stench of tobacco, mixed with the malice that sent shivers down her spine, hit her again.

If it were before...

The person had already turned into a pool of black water.

but now……

Chen Duo looked down at the ice cream in her left hand, then at the fist she had just learned to clench in her right hand.

Poison must not be used.

It will make your hands dirty.

It will make the ice cream dirty.

Use your fists.

"Hit...where?"

Chen Duo raised her head, looked at Zhang Taichu, and asked very seriously.

Zhang Taichu kept his hands tucked into his sleeves, not even lifting his eyelids:

"nose."

"That spot hurts the most, bleeds the most, and..."

"It's just a minor injury, no need to pay compensation."

Chen Duo understood.

She turned her head and looked again at the blond-haired man who was still babbling incessantly and spewing profanities.

next second.

That small, white fist moved.

There was no fancy power building up, nor any fluctuation of Qi.

It's the simplest and most direct straight punch.

call--!!!

Just as the fist was thrown.

The surrounding air seemed to be struck hard by an invisible giant hammer, producing an extremely muffled boom.

The blond-haired man, who had been laughing wildly, froze on his face.

He felt a gust of wind rush towards him, making his face tremble and his eyes almost unable to open.

Followed by.

boom!

Click!

Two crisp sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

It was the dull thud of a fist hitting flesh, and the crisp cracking sound of the nasal bone shattering instantly.

Immediately afterward, the arrogant face of the blond-haired man caved in deeply like dough the moment that small fist made contact.

The nosebleed exploded like a fountain in mid-air, creating a dazzling red flower.

Then, his feet left the ground, and with a whoosh, he was sent flying backward.

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!

It flew more than ten meters before the blond-haired man crashed heavily into a row of dark green trash cans by the roadside.

The enormous impact smashed the row of heavy iron trash cans to pieces.

Trash was flying everywhere.

Rotten vegetable leaves, crumpled paper, and empty bottles fell like rain, completely burying the blond-haired man underneath.

Only two feet, clad in loafers, were exposed, occasionally twitching.

This scene instantly silenced the previously noisy crowd at the entrance of the commercial street.

Those thugs who had been stirring up trouble just moments before were now deathly pale, their legs trembling as if they were powered by motors.

They watched helplessly as their leader, the ruthless man who was known as the invincible one-on-one fighter in the area, was brought to life.

A little girl.

One punch.

It was thrown into the garbage dump.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream.

Is this...is this a movie shoot?!

Is it a sci-fi movie?!

Chen Duo remained in the punching stance.

She looked at her fist with some surprise.

Apart from a few faint red marks, there was nothing on it.

"He...is not dead."

Chen Duo blinked and turned to look at Zhang Taichu.

Her tone carried a sense of wonder, as if she had discovered a new continent:

"He's just...broken."

"My nose is damaged."

Zhang Taichu nodded, a look of "this child is teachable" on his face.

He stepped forward, took out a wet wipe from his sleeve, and slowly wiped Chen Duo's fist.

"That's right."

"That's what you call a lesson."

"For this kind of trash, let him feel pain, let him be afraid, let him know why the flowers are so red, that's enough."

"What if we just killed him outright..."

Zhang Taichu glanced at the blond-haired man still twitching in the garbage heap in the distance and sneered:

"Then you'd have to pay with your life, which isn't worth it."

"Remember this: your life is a thousand times more valuable than this kind of trash."

Chen Duo nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

She looked down at the still intact ice cream, then at the clean fist.

original……

Is this how ordinary people fight?

No need to kill anyone.

It was just damaged.

Feel……

not bad.

"ah--!!!"

Only then did the terrified thugs finally react.

A scream more agonizing than seeing a ghost pierced the sky.

"A monster...a monster!!!"

"Murder!!!"

The group scrambled and stumbled, not daring to even glance at Chen Duo again, wishing their parents had two fewer legs, and ran frantically in the opposite direction, crying and screaming.

They didn't even care about the boss who was still in the garbage dump.

"Tch, a bunch of cowards."

Zhang Chulan pursed his lips, walked up from behind, and looked at Chen Duo with a hint of awe in his eyes:

"Sister Duo, you're awesome."

"That punch was reminiscent of Bao'er's style back in the day."

Feng Baobao was squatting on the ground studying the trajectory of the blond-haired guy who had just flown away. Hearing this, she looked up and commented with a serious expression:

"The strength is acceptable."

"The only problem is that the force is a bit scattered. If he twists his waist a little more, that kid could fly across the street."

In a dark corner not far away.

Several figures, who were wrapped up tightly, were staring in disbelief at the scene.

"hiss……"

The clarinet gasped, instinctively touching the bridge of his nose.

"This girl... her physical strength is like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex."

"Without using Qi, he sent someone flying more than ten meters just with muscle strength... Is this still the frail, Gu-body Saint Child?"

Beside him, Wang Zhenqiu's usually playful peach blossom eyes showed a rare hint of seriousness, which then transformed into a meaningful smile:

"Not only that."

"More importantly... she took control."

"In that enraged state, she actually refrained from using the Gu poison and instead chose to use her fists."

Wang Zhenqiu looked at the little girl whose hands Zhang Taichu was wiping, and muttered to himself:

"That Taoist priest... he really was teaching her how to be a person."

"And what's more, that girl actually learned it."

And behind the two of them.

Old Meng, who had been silent all along, was now in tears.

He covered his mouth tightly, trying not to cry out.

Those cloudy eyes were filled with unbelievable emotion and shock.

He saw the monster that had once been judged to have only a killing instinct, be unable to communicate, and be extremely dangerous.

At this moment, he stood there obediently, just like a child who had done something wrong but was being praised.

She will be angry.

She will throw a punch.

She can fight.

She is learning to express her emotions and maintain her dignity like an ordinary person.

"She...she's changed..."

Old Meng's voice choked with emotion, trembling slightly:

"She really... can become an ordinary person..."

"Liao Zhong...did you see that...?"

"Your wish...that Taoist priest...he's helping you fulfill it..."