My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Wood chips fell in a flurry of dust.

The backyard of the Prince of Qin's mansion was deathly silent.

Li Shimin stood before the pile of tiny wood chips, his Adam's apple bobbing laboriously.

The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty had eyes that were so red they looked like they were dripping blood.

He slowly reached out and grabbed a handful of powder that was falling in the wind.

exquisite.

soft.

This is not wood broken by a fist, it is clearly dust that has been crushed countless times by a stone mill!

A century-old locust tree that requires two people to encircle—how tenacious its vitality and how hard its wood!

Even a seasoned master of the Mo Dao (陌刀) can only cut a third of the way in with the strongest possible strike.

But now.

Chengqian, that rebellious son, only threw a light punch.

The outer bark left no mark, but the inside had already turned to nothingness.

"Gulp."

Li Shimin swallowed hard.

What if this force hit a person instead of a tree?

If only three thousand men of the Xuanjia Army of the Tang Dynasty mastered this technique of exerting force.

On the battlefield, a Tang soldier punched the enemy's gleaming armor. The outer armor remained intact, but the internal organs inside instantly turned into a pile of mud!

The scene was so beautiful that Li Shimin dared not even think about it.

This isn't some kind of martial arts technique; it's clearly a peerless weapon of mass destruction that delivers a devastating blow!

Li Shimin suddenly turned his head.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Li Chengqian was no longer one of disappointment and frustration; instead, it was as if he were looking at a rare treasure.

However, the Tang emperor quickly turned his gaze past the crown prince and fixed it on Li Chen, who was lying in the rocking chair.

He knew it all too well.

As Chengqian's father, he knew exactly what kind of person Chengqian was.

The only person in the world who could enable him to develop such terrifying internal strength in just a few days is that rebellious son who was lying around watching the show.

Li Shimin rubbed his large hands together and strode over to the rocking chair with an air of indifference.

A fawning smile, so obsequious it gave one goosebumps, was forced onto his dignified old face.

"Chen'er."

Li Shimin's voice was so gentle it could melt your heart.

This demeanor was completely different from the irritable father who had just been calling his son a rebellious son and shouting for his life.

Li Chen felt a chill run down his spine from that green gaze.

He instinctively leaned back, his hands protecting his chest.

"Holy crap! Harden, what are you trying to do?"

Li Chen looked wary. "I'm warning you, I'm a legitimate cultivator. Your expression is giving me the creeps."

"Hehehe."

Li Shimin was not angry at all; instead, he shamelessly squatted down next to the rocking chair.

"What's the name of that boxing style you just taught Chengqian? Could you... teach it to me too?"

The Tang emperor had now completely abandoned all dignity.

How much is face worth?

If he could obtain such divine skills, he would agree without hesitation to do anything, not only to speak while squatting, but also to massage Li Chen's legs and back right now.

"Will you teach me?"

Li Chen rolled his eyes and poured cold water on the idea without any mercy.

"Old Deng, how old are you? Your bones are already set."

Li Chen looked Li Shimin up and down. "Even if I taught you, the best you could do in this life is break a brick. You think you can smash someone into dust from a distance? Maybe in your next life."

Li Shimin's smile froze.

But the word "give up" was never in the dictionary of the Tang emperors.

"I won't practice it! I can give it to the generals of the Tang Dynasty to practice!"

Li Shimin shamelessly clung to the armrest of the rocking chair.

"Jingde and Shubao have already mastered Qi cultivation, and their strength has greatly increased. If they were to combine this inch-force technique with it, wouldn't they be like tigers with wings?"

Li Shimin became more and more excited as he spoke, spitting everywhere.

"As a prince of the Tang Dynasty, you eat the food and drink the water of the Tang Dynasty. You should contribute to the martial virtue of the Tang Dynasty! If you don't teach me, I'm not leaving today!"

After saying that, Li Shimin simply plopped down on the bluestone slab next to him, adopting a shameless stance of fighting to the bitter end.

Looking at Li Shimin's rascal-like appearance, determined to achieve his goal no matter what.

Empress Zhangsun shook her head as she watched, yet couldn't help but chuckle. Perhaps only her youngest son could drive the mighty Tang emperor to such a state of desperation.

Li Chen sighed helplessly.

He knew that once this old man got out of control, if he didn't give him a little something today, the threshold of the Prince of Qin's mansion would probably be worn down by his constant visits over the next few months.

"Fine, fine, I give up."

Li Chen waved his hand irritably.

He closed his eyes, and with a thought, his divine sense directly probed into that vast and boundless soul space.

I spent a long time rummaging through a pile of messy jade slips and cultivation manuals.

Li Chen flipped his wrist and pulled out a tattered booklet from his sleeve. The booklet had a crumpled cover, yellowed pages, and looked like the kind you'd find for two coins at a street stall.

With a "snap".

Li Chen casually tossed the tattered book into Li Shimin's arms.

"Take it, take it," Li Chen waved him away with a look of disgust.

"This is the most basic internal martial arts method in the mortal world. With proper breathing techniques, it can help you develop internal strength. Now grab your book and get out of here. Don't bother me while I'm eating my melon."

Li Shimin was overjoyed.

He hurriedly caught the tattered booklet, carefully cradling it in his hands, and with immense excitement and awe, looked down at the large characters on the cover.

He wanted to see just how domineering the name of this unparalleled skill that could shatter centuries-old trees into dust truly was.

Li Shimin took a closer look.

On the cover, in somewhat hasty ink, several large characters were boldly written:

"Advanced Version of Wangba Fist: Internal Energy Breathing"

The air in the courtyard seemed to freeze for a moment.

The sheer joy on Li Shimin's face cracked inch by inch.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then brought the book close to his eyes, almost touching the tip of his nose.

That's right.

It's just the three words "turtle fist"!

The Tang emperor's face instantly changed from rosy to ashen, then to purplish-black. The rage in his chest erupted like a volcano, shooting straight to the top of his head.

"The traitor!"

Li Shimin suddenly sprang up from the ground and held the tattered book up in front of Li Chen.

He was so angry that he was trembling all over, and his voice was splitting.

"What do you mean? Are you trying to trick me?!"

Li Shimin pointed at the name on the book cover and roared like thunder.

"Turtle Fist?! I, the mighty Emperor of the Great Tang Dynasty, the Heavenly Khan! You want me to practice turtle fist? You want me to give this martial art to Li Jing and Qin Qiong to practice?"

"When the two armies clash, do my generals roar, 'Take this turtle punch!'"

"Does the Tang Dynasty still have any face left?! Does the Emperor still have any face left?!"

Li Chen's ears were ringing from his shouting.

He impatiently picked at his ear and rolled his eyes dramatically.

"What's all the noise about? What's all the noise about?"

Li Chen snatched the cultivation manual from Li Shimin's hand.

"Isn't a name just a label? Why get so worked up?"

He turned around and walked to the stone table next to him, where a writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were placed.

Li Chen picked up a brush heavily dipped in ink and, without any hesitation, drew two thick black lines on the cover in front of Li Shimin, Empress Zhangsun, the Crown Prince, and Sizi.

They simply smeared the two characters "王八" (wangba, meaning turtle) into two black ink blobs.

Then, in the blank space next to it, he crookedly added two characters: Xuanwu.

"Hey!"

Li Chen blew on the still-dry ink and handed the book back to Li Shimin.

"Advanced Xuanwu Fist: Internal Energy Breathing"

Li Chen shrugged, speaking with self-righteous indignation.

"Isn't that good now? Xuanwu, an ancient divine beast, majestic and awe-inspiring, exuding domineering power, is worthy of the prestige of your Great Tang Emperor, isn't it?"