If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

If the sword can't move it, then use something else!

He suddenly released one hand, grabbed Qin Wanzhuang's wrist, and leaned forward, tilting his head back.

Then, without hesitation, it slammed into Qin Wanzhuang's smooth forehead!

The ultimate weapon of thugs and gangsters—Iron Head Kung Fu!

This move is completely beyond the comprehension of cultivators. What cultivator uses their head to ram someone in a duel?! That's so low-class!

Qin Wanzhuang never expected her junior brother to go to such lengths, and instinctively leaned back to avoid him.

In the blink of an eye.

The wooden sword in Mo Chengyue's hand flew out, turning into a streak of light that grazed past Qin Wanzhuang's ear and temple.

It cut off a few strands of hair, and finally, with a "thud," it was deeply embedded in the boulder behind it, all the way down to the hilt.

Qin Wanzhuang's heavy sword landed steadily on Mo Chengyue's shoulder, crushing his clothes and leaving a bloody mark on his skin.

The wind stopped.

The smoke and dust cleared.

The training ground was deathly silent; not even the birds chirped.

Mo Chengyue was panting heavily, covered in mud, with blood and sweat dripping down his face. He looked extremely disheveled, like a wild dog that had just crawled out of a mud pit.

But his eyes were frighteningly bright, the look of a wild beast finally baring its fangs when cornered.

"Senior sister..."

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, which, combined with his face covered in dust, made him look both ferocious and comical.

"Is this considered a work-related injury? Will medical expenses be reimbursed?"

Qin Wanzhuang looked at him quietly.

After a long while, she sheathed her heavy sword and reached out to touch the broken strands of hair at her temple.

That sword strike just now, if Mo Chengyue hadn't missed, if it had been a life-or-death struggle...

She might be able to kill him, but she would also have to pay a heavy price.

This is hardly a friendly competition.

This is the rabid dog-like fighting style of street brawlers. No regard for dignity, no regard for martial ethics, only the desire to win. Winning is everything.

"Hahaha!"

Qin Wanzhuang suddenly burst into laughter, her hearty laughter causing the leaves to rustle and fall.

"Great! What a fine work injury!"

She casually tossed a jade bottle, which landed precisely in Mo Chengyue's arms.

"A top-grade Rejuvenation Pill is enough to replace all the skin and flesh on your body."

Qin Wanzhuang turned around, her long ponytail drawing a sharp arc in the air. She was in a great mood, and the worries that had troubled her for days were swept away.

This pig has finally learned how to root up cabbages. And it's doing it quite aggressively, even using lime powder instead.

"Special training is over."

She waved her hand with her back to Mo Chengyue, her tone carrying a hint of lightness that was barely perceptible.

"Go back and wash up, you stink. Starting tomorrow, you don't need to come to the training ground anymore."

Mo Chengyue gripped the jade bottle tightly, then plopped down on the ground, feeling as if every bone in his body was protesting, as if it were falling apart.

I've finally gotten through this hurdle.

If the fight continues, he really won't be able to resist using the "Yin Yang De He Jing" to absorb his senior sister's spiritual power.

Suppressing that instinctive urge is even harder than quitting smoking.

"Thank you, Senior Sister, for sparing my life..."

Mo Chengyue muttered to himself, got up, and went back to catch up on his sleep.

Life at Qingquan Peak has finally transitioned from a "hellish scroll" back to "retirement mode".

Is this what it feels like to slack off while on paid leave?

It's so addictive!

Gone is the Second Senior Sister's unethical "physical ascension" package, and gone is Leng Yuexin's nightly "ice and fire" that makes one's back and knees ache.

Mo Chengyue sat at the entrance of the Sutra Repository, holding a thermos, and took a deep breath.

Yes, even the air smells sweet. Although it lacks the fragrance of a rich woman, it has a more liberating aroma.

Looking at the sect disciples bustling about in the distance, he sighed like an old salted fish, "Youth is wonderful; you can fall asleep as soon as you lie down."

However, it seems that this body has suffered some "aftereffects".

Now, even when he just stretches, his bones make a "clicking" sound like heavy machinery meshing.

Beneath the skin, it seemed as if a Tyrannosaurus Rex, just released from its cage, was brimming with energy, making one want to find a metal plate to kick it a couple of times.

"Senior brother."

As I strolled back to my cave after work, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the road.

Wenren Ji.

The boy was still holding the ancient sword that was taller than him, his long bangs covering most of his face, revealing only a pale but sharp chin.

He stood there straight as an arrow, like a wooden stake stuck in front of Mo Chengyue's house, exuding an air of "I am lonely, but I am strong" in a childish way.

"I want to become stronger."

Wenren Ji's words were still so precious; it was as if he would charge a fee for every extra word.

Mo Chengyue raised an eyebrow.

Looking at this unfortunate kid whose face was practically screaming "I want to be tortured" and "I want guidance," the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

Finally, he revealed a kind and... benevolent smile.

This is what they call "just when you're about to doze off, someone brings you a pillow"!

He had suffered a lot of humiliation at the hands of his senior sister and that icy female devil, and he was just looking for a place to vent his anger.

If I can't beat those two female tyrants, I can't bully a little autistic junior brother like you?

"Of course, of course."

Mo Chengyue patted Wenren Ji on the shoulder with a smile.

I probably used about three-tenths of my strength.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Wenren Ji's shoulders suddenly slumped down, and several spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the bluestone slab beneath his feet.

He raised his head expressionlessly. Although his eyes were obscured by his bangs, Mo Chengyue could clearly sense the ten thousand "Holy crap" thoughts running through the kid's mind.

"I've recently gained some insights, so I'll give you some extra help."

……

After an incense stick has burned, there is an open space behind Qingquan Peak.

The two men assumed a fighting stance, creating a tense and tense atmosphere.

"Junior brother, be careful, my sword is a bit heavy today."

Mo Chengyue chuckled and suddenly swung out a dry tree branch that he had casually broken off.

The Rain Flower Sword Technique!

This sword technique originally followed a light, graceful, and flashy idol-style approach.

But now, in Mo Chengyue's hands, the style has changed drastically.

The sky was still filled with dazzling sword shadows, just like peach blossoms, but something felt off!

Each "peach blossom" doesn't resemble a light, fluttering petal; rather, it looks like a solid lead ball that has just been fired!

There are no fancy techniques, it's just pure brute force that sends bricks flying!

One force can overcome ten techniques!

Instead of retreating, Wenrenji advanced, sweeping out his giant sword.

This is his most proficient technique, the Annihilation Sword, which emphasizes using stillness to control movement, breaking through all techniques with a single strike, and is extremely sophisticated.

however--

"when--"

A sickeningly loud clang of metal rang out.

The moment the two swords clashed, Wenren Ji's perpetually expressionless, icy face donned an extremely vivid "mask of pain" for the first time.

An overwhelming force surged through the sword!

The shock caused his tiger's mouth to split open on the spot, and half of his body went numb instantly, as if he had been hit head-on by a woolly rhinoceros running at full speed!

Is this really that senior brother who only knows how to drink tea and slack off?!

This is clearly a humanoid beast in human skin!

"It's not over yet! Young man, don't get distracted!"

Mo Chengyue, not one to back down, pressed forward relentlessly.

Just as Wenren Ji gritted his teeth and prepared to withstand the next heavy blow, Mo Chengyue did not continue the bayonet fight.

He suddenly reached into his pocket with his left hand, the movement both lewd and practiced.

"Watch out for the hidden weapon!"

A handful of yellow talismans were thrown over your face as if they were free.

Explosive flame talisman? Ice pick charm?

Wenren Ji's pupils contracted, and he subconsciously changed his move to defend, making his sword light so dense that it was impenetrable.

however--

"Sizzle!"

The talismans exploded in mid-air.

There was no fire, no frost.

All that could be seen was blinding light and...clumps of sticky, chemical-smelling super glue?!

Flash Charm + Slow Swamp Charm (Modified Version)!

What kind of insane combination is this?!

Wenren Ji felt a white blur before his eyes, and then his feet sank, as if he had stepped into an ancient pool of glue, and his movements slowed down instantly.

In that fatal half-second pause...

A gentle breeze swept by.

Mo Chengyue had already circled behind him like a ghost, and gently pressed the withered branch in his hand against Wenren Ji's lower back.

"Junior brother, you are dead."

Mo Chengyue's voice rang in his ears, carrying the sly scent of a fox who had stolen a chicken.

Wenren stood frozen in place.

As his vision gradually returned, he looked down at the disgusting mud puddle at his feet, then looked back at his senior brother who looked completely innocent.

silence.

After holding it in for a long time, the aloof swordsman finally managed to squeeze out a trembling sentence through gritted teeth.

"Senior brother... this is not the way of the sword."

"What's with all this talk of kendo and swordsmanship? That's too narrow-minded!"

Mo Chengyue put away the tree branch and began his brainwashing session with earnest words.