Half-human, half-ghost, the number one divine fist

Qin Shidao's face turned red with anger.

You keep acting! Keep acting!

Even if Lin Fusheng has reached the mid-stage of Stone Skin, and you are only at the Perfected Stone Skin stage, can you be blasted away by his punch?

You fucking flew so far! So hard! So exaggerated!

Are you acting? You're treating people like idiots!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. His chest heaved violently, and his face turned a deep liver color at a visible speed.

I really regret bringing you out today!

Can't I just bring anyone? Even someone in the early stages of Iron Willpower would at least know what it means to "hold back"!

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging emotions and trying to maintain a composed demeanor.

Corridor.

Mo Yiyi was also stunned.

She blinked.

"Lin Fusheng, did you knock Shi Pi Yuanman away?"

"One punch?"

Mo Yiyi suddenly remembered something.

That is the test of the military academy. The better the test taker performs, the more resources they will receive when they pass the final assessment and officially enter the military academy.

Grade A, Grade B, Grade C, Grade D – the difference is significant.

Her gaze shifted from Lin Fusheng to the still convulsing figure in the distance, and she suddenly realized something.

It turned out to be the case.

I knew it!

Qin Shidao must have instructed Lu Xiaoyu to put on a good show and make Lin Fusheng's performance look impressive so that he could get a high score.

But this acting skill

She couldn't help but shake her head slightly, a small smile curving her lips in a mixture of exasperation and amusement.

This acting is way too exaggerated!

It flew so far and crashed so hard that its clothes got all dirty.

How many chicken drumsticks would it take to make up for this?

While pondering, Mo Yiyi went to find Butler Wang.

"Butler Wang, go and prepare some small yellow croakers."

Butler Wang was taken aback: "Little yellow croaker? Miss, what do you need that for?"

Mo Yiyi smiled and glanced at the figure struggling to get up from the mud on the lawn in the distance.

"Didn't you see it?"

"They acted so hard, flew so far, and fell so badly."

"Shouldn't we thank you properly?"

Butler Wang was stunned for a moment.

He was watching this scene from not far away.

He had been with the Tongxin Association for many years and had seen far too many cases of this kind of backdoor dealing.

As someone who has been through it all, he naturally understands what "social skills" mean.

He suddenly burst into laughter, slapped his forehead, and exclaimed, "Oh my! Miss, you really are something else! When it comes to social etiquette, you're even better than the master now!"

He smiled, deftly put down the scissors, and jogged towards the storeroom.

On the lawn in the distance.

Lin Fusheng finally caught his breath.

"This kid, did I really knock him out?"

Lin Fusheng's heart tightened, and he quickly ran over.

He crouched down and reached out to support Lu Xiaoyu's arm. "Are you alright?"

He helped Lu Xiaoyu sit up, looked him up and down, and carefully sensed his presence.

Fortunately.

Although the blood and qi were shaken, there was no obvious damage to the internal organs; they were just temporarily unable to recover from the impact of that enormous force.

Lin Fusheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

If he had practiced his Devouring Sea Force more, this punch might have really seriously injured Lu Xiaoyu.

Lu Xiaoyu raised his head and looked at Lin Fusheng.

Those bright, smiling eyes held no trace of amusement at that moment.

There was only terror.

He really wasn't acting.

He really, really, really didn't act.

He was sent flying by Lin Fusheng's punch.

The dignified stone skin was blasted seven or eight feet away from the center of the lawn by a single punch, like swatting a fly.

Lu Xiaoyu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that his throat felt like it was being choked.

He just stared blankly at Lin Fusheng, as if he were meeting this person for the first time.

"Xiaoyu!"

At that moment, Qin Shidao's voice came from behind.

He strode over, a polite, gentle, and impeccable smile on his face, as if he hadn't been the one whose face had been flushed and pale just moments before.

Qin Shidao walked up to Lin Fusheng, his tone sincere and earnest:

"Congratulations, young man Lin!"

He paused, then emphasized:

"You've passed the test; I'm going to give you a 'Grade A' rating."

"As long as you pass the final assessment at the Martial Arts Academy and enter the academy, you will receive the highest level of resource support. This is a privilege enjoyed only by the very top-tier young disciples of our Tongxin Society."

Lin Fusheng nodded upon hearing this.

It seems that my abilities have been recognized by Qin Shidao.

Okay, that's good.

So this is what it feels like to not hide your talents? It's great!

Then, Lin Fusheng smiled and said, "Thank you."

Qin Shidao smiled and waved his hand: "No need to be polite, this is what you deserve."

"However, the final assessment at the Military Academy will have to wait a few more months; it's not that quick yet. I'll let you know when the time is set."

Lin Fusheng nodded.

Qin Shidao didn't say anything more.

He turned around and winked at Lu Xiaoyu.

Lu Xiaoyu then got up from the ground, brushed the grass clippings off his body, and silently followed behind him.

The two walked one after the other through the bamboo path toward the manor gate.

I had just stepped out of the courtyard when I reached a deserted area.

Qin Shidao suddenly stopped.

He turned around, glared at Lu Xiaoyu, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

He reached out and smacked Lu Xiaoyu on the forehead.

"Thump."

Lu Xiaoyu covered his forehead, looking completely innocent.

"Didn't you say you were a great actor?"

Qin Shidao lowered his voice, enunciating each word slowly and deliberately, through gritted teeth, "What kind of acting is this? Huh? Exaggerated! Outrageous! Utterly fake!"

"You flew back seven or eight zhang? Why didn't you just fly into the pond?"

"Why didn't you fly from Songjiang to Fengtian? Huh?!"

"Do you think your acting is very realistic? Do you think everyone else is blind?"

Qin Shidao's face was gloomy. He took a deep breath, feeling utterly disappointed and frustrated.

"You weren't putting your heart into your acting at all!"

Lu Xiaoyu covered his forehead, his eyes reddening.

He was extremely aggrieved, and his voice was almost choked with tears:

"I...I wasn't acting..."

He swallowed hard.

"Lin Fusheng really did send me flying with a single punch!"

Qin Shidao looked at him.

Looked for a long time.

Then, he chuckled.

That smile held no warmth, only the cold indifference of "I don't believe you."

"Xiaoyu," he patted Lu Xiaoyu's shoulder, his tone as gentle as if he were coaxing a child, "you're too immersed in the role."

Lu Xiaoyu: ...

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, wanting to say "you have to believe me," wanting to drag Qin Shidao back to Lin Fusheng for another fight to prove his innocence.

But he couldn't say anything.

He just stood there, like a cat that had been wronged but couldn't find any evidence.

Filled with grief.

Just then.

"Hey, you two!"

A crisp sound came from behind.

Qin Shidao turned around and saw Mo Yiyi running after him.

She ran rather fast, a faint blush rising on her fair cheeks, a few stray hairs slipping from behind her ears and clinging to her cheeks.

Butler Wang followed behind her.

Butler Wang was holding two small mahogany boxes in his hands. The boxes were not large, but they seemed heavy.

Mo Yiyi stood beside Butler Wang, slightly out of breath, and smiled with her eyes crinkling:

"Come here for a second, come here for a second."

Qin Shidao raised an eyebrow, clearly indicating that he and Mo Yiyi were old acquaintances.

He stepped forward, puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong, Yiyi?"

Mo Yiyi did not answer.

She took the two small boxes from Butler Wang, handed one to Qin Shidao, and solemnly presented the other to Lu Xiaoyu with both hands.

She looked at Lu Xiaoyu with a smile, her tone sincere and enthusiastic:

"Xiaoyu, you've really worked hard this time."

She paused, then pushed the box forward:

"You must be exhausted after acting so hard. Please accept this small token of my appreciation, thank you."

Her eyes were bright, open, and full of understanding that said, "I understand you."

Lu Xiaoyu: ...

Lu Xiaoyu looked down at the small mahogany box.

The lid of the box was slightly ajar, revealing five small yellow croakers neatly arranged inside.

Golden.

heavy.

It's blinding.

It was even more piercing than Qin Shidao's gaze.

His face flushed red instantly.

It's not shyness.

It's frustrating.

I swear, I wasn't acting!

He was screaming wildly in his mind.

But Lu Xiaoyu couldn't speak.

He just stood there, like a statue, holding the heavy box of "hardship fee," his expression incredibly interesting.

Qin Shidao looked at him.

That gaze was as complex as an ancient well with no bottom.

anger.

Dislike it.

There's also the helplessness of "I should have known you were such a bad actor."

Qin Shidao then withdrew his gaze and gently pushed the small box in his hand back.

"This is unnecessary; we cannot accept it."

Mo Yiyi smiled and waved her hand, "Don't be so polite. Look how tired Lu Xiaoyu is—"

"It wasn't easy acting."

She glanced at Lu Xiaoyu's face, which was as red as a monkey's bottom, and her smile deepened:

"Hurry up and accept it. Okay, I'm leaving now."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left without waiting for Qin Shidao to refuse again.

Butler Wang bowed slightly to the two of them and quickly followed.

The trees rustled.

The wind blew through the moon gate, bringing with it the bitter scent of grass and trees.

Qin Shidao stood there, silent for a long time.

Then, he turned his head and looked at Lu Xiaoyu.

Lu Xiaoyu was also looking at him.

Neither of them spoke.

a long time.

Qin Shidao sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Alright, alright."

"Let's go."

He turned and walked toward the manor gate.

Lu Xiaoyu followed behind him, dejected, clutching the box of "hardship fee".