A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Upon hearing this, Chu Hanliang assumed that Gu Feng intended to teach him a move or two. Overjoyed, he ran over in a few steps, assumed a standard boxer's stance, took a deep breath, hopped two steps, and suddenly delivered a powerful punch to the sandbag.

With a muffled thud, the sandbag was thrown away.

When it swung back, Chu Hanliang leaped up again and swung a sweeping leg kick at it.

The sandbag immediately began to swing violently back and forth like a swing. This sandbag weighed at least three hundred pounds; it would be considered good if an ordinary person could make it sway a few times with a single punch!

Anyone who can beat it so badly, like Chu Hanliang, is definitely a formidable opponent.

Gu Feng stood aside with his arms crossed, quietly watching him fight.

Although he didn't say anything, his slightly furrowed brows immediately stung Chu Hanliang.

He became even more ferocious, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks on the sandbag, as if he had mistaken it for Gu Feng himself.

He kicked the sandbags until they were all askew, the whole tree was trembling and its leaves were falling, and he was panting heavily from exhaustion. Only then did he stop, turning around with a hint of pride and asking, "How was that?"

Gu Feng simply smiled and didn't say a word.

He walked up to the sandbag that was gradually settling down and gently threw a punch.

Rather than saying that he threw a punch, Chu Hanliang would prefer to say that he simply touched the sandbag.

That punch was so light and weak; compared to the fierce blow I had just delivered, it was utterly insignificant.

The sandbags didn't even sway, let alone shake.

Chu Hanliang was puzzled, but then he saw Gu Feng slowly walking towards the family building.

He sighed and was about to follow when he suddenly heard a soft rustling sound.

Looking back, I noticed that the sandbag had somehow leaked, and fine sand was slowly flowing out of it.

At first he didn’t think much of it, but after taking a couple of steps he realized something was wrong—the sandbag was brand new, sturdy and heavy, and he and a few colleagues had chipped in to buy it a few days ago, so how could it break so quickly?

He turned back and carefully examined the sandbag, then gasped in shock.

On the front and back of the fist that Gu Feng had just punched, there was a gaping hole the size of a fist, from which sand was flowing out.

Although Gu Feng's punch appeared to be harmless and painless, it left a deep fist-shaped mark where he struck.

Upon comparing the two, Chu Hanliang was so horrified he almost bit off his own tongue—the fist-sized gash on the back was actually pierced through by the penetrating force of Gu Feng's punch!

That seemingly casual punch carried immense force, capable of shattering gold and splitting stone, and even pierced through a sandbag!

Just how heavy was that punch?

He punched through the sandbag with one punch, but the sandbag didn't even flinch!

Just what kind of formidable person is he?

At that moment, Chu Hanliang truly had a feeling of being shocked by the heavens. He stood there dumbfounded, staring blankly at the sand flowing out of the breach until the sand flow gradually stopped, at which point he came back to his senses with lingering fear.

He took three steps at a time and hurriedly caught up.

"Gu Feng, Gu Feng, that punch you just threw was incredible! What kind of kung fu did you use?" Chu Hanliang's eyes were filled with barely suppressed envy.

"What else could it be? They're always showing it on TV—Zenis Kung Fu," Gu Feng replied nonchalantly.

"Then teach me, okay? Please teach me, alright?" Chu Hanliang was never one to back down, but today, he finally met someone who truly convinced him.

"There's no problem with that. Just pick an auspicious day, bring your apprenticeship gifts, and kowtow." Gu Feng agreed readily.

"Become an apprentice? Become...become an apprentice to whom?" Chu Hanliang was stunned, and his tongue got tied.

"Me." Gu Feng said without changing his expression, pointing to himself.

"You?" Chu Hanliang was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue again.

"Is it not allowed?" Gu Feng turned around and looked at him.

"Well... it's not impossible." Chu Hanliang stammered, and after a long while, he finally mustered up the courage to say, "But you and Xiaoran are classmates, while I am her uncle. In terms of age, I am more than ten years older than you; in terms of seniority, I am a generation higher than you. Asking me to become your apprentice... it really wouldn't look good for me."

"Oh—Comrade Xiao Liang, it seems you've encountered a choice." Gu Feng was too lazy to talk to him about the grand principles of "learning has no order of precedence, and the accomplished are teachers," and just put on an indifferent look, saying, "Take it or leave it," and held up two fingers. "Kung Fu or face—you decide for yourself."

The powerful nature of the old official could make a woman fall head over heels in love, but it could also make someone feel like they'd encountered a ghost in broad daylight.

Now, Chu Hanliang, who was both proud and obsessed with kung fu, was truly in a dilemma.

After weighing the pros and cons for a long time, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind: A true man can bend and stretch!

To learn real skills, what's wrong with making you happy?

"As long as you are truly willing to teach me real skills, I will become your disciple."

"Alright then. From this moment on, call me Master and let me hear it." Gu Feng's tone remained indifferent.

Regardless of whether they actually teach or not, this is a freebie that's come to us, so let's take advantage of it first.

"Huh?" Chu Hanliang never expected that this guy would act so suddenly and get serious.

"What do you mean, 'huh'? I teach you kung fu for free. I only ask you to call me 'Master' as a consolation prize. You can't even pay this little bit of interest?" Gu Feng glanced at him sideways.

Chu Hanliang hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, looked around to make sure no one was around and that he wasn't afraid of losing face, before hesitantly and in a voice barely above a whisper squeezed out two words: "Master... Father."

Gu Feng found his furtive and dishonest behavior utterly pathetic and snapped, "Didn't you eat? Or did you waste all your energy on women? Speak louder!"

"Yes, Master!" Chu Hanliang raised his voice even higher and subconsciously stood at attention, almost raising his hand to salute.

"Make it bigger!" Gu Feng was still not satisfied.

"Master—" Chu Hanliang roared, his anger so intense that it made the entire apartment building buzz.

"That's right, that's how it should be." Gu Feng nodded in satisfaction, reached out and patted his shoulder awkwardly, and said earnestly, "Remember this—once a teacher, always a teacher. Since you've acknowledged me as your master, you must know how to respect your teacher."

"Mmm-hmm." Chu Hanliang nodded vigorously, but in reality, the words went in one ear and out the other, completely ignoring the rest.

Gu Feng didn't care whether he meant it or not, and threw out another sentence, which sounded more like a warning than an instruction: "Although you haven't formally performed the full ceremony yet, from the moment you called me Master, you are considered my disciple. From now on, whether in public or in private, you must call me Master."

"Hmph, I won't yell, what can you do about it?" Chu Hanliang thought to himself.

"If you don't call out, it proves you're not sincere. Don't even think about learning real skills—" Gu Feng didn't turn his head, as if he could see through his thoughts, his voice drifting over, "You'll end up like the third brother, with my arms and legs chopped off and used as puzzle pieces."

Although Gu Feng had only played with jigsaw puzzles once with Su Man'er, he knew that it was a pastime of piecing things together, taking them apart, and piecing them together again.

Upon hearing this, Chu Hanliang felt a chill run down his spine. He was filled with regret and wished he could slap himself twice—wasn't he just asking for trouble?

Upon entering the Chu family home, Gu Feng disregarded whether there were other people inside and went straight to Chu Xinran's door without any ceremony. He turned the handle and barged in.

To be honest, he'd rather kick it away.

Whether it was the feng shui of the house or something else, he was always unusually angry whenever he stepped into the Chu family's gate.

But when Gu Feng saw the situation in the room, all the anger in his heart suddenly burned into his eyes.

Inside the room, a slender and alluring figure was changing clothes.

The black in front of me is not black, and the white in front of me is not white.

"Ah—you pervert!" Chu Xinran cried out in alarm, immediately covering her chest with both hands.

However, while she could cover her upper body, she couldn't hide her lower body. No matter how she dodged, she couldn't avoid the glimpse of her exposed body.