Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

Hearing the chirping of these crickets.

Second sister Zhang Xiaoyan's face first turned bright red with embarrassment, then turned deathly pale.

Already feeling restrained and fearful, she became even more self-conscious, lowering her head and instinctively shrinking behind Zhang Qingshan, appearing increasingly weak and vulnerable.

"Qingshan, let's skip school and go home."

Seeing her like this, the female student who was eating sunflower seeds became even more smug, like a little hen that had won a fight.

"Do you really think that just because you can scrape together a few taels of silver, you can study like everyone else? You're probably still dreaming of marrying a rich young master after you've studied. Humph, there are quite a few people like that in school who think that going to an all-girls school will make it easier to find a good family. I've long been disgusted by your daydreams."

Zhang Xiaoyan gritted her teeth, wanting to refute, but in her nervousness, she couldn't utter a word.

Zhang Qingshan also noticed that after this person spoke, some female students in other places blushed, as if she had really hit the nail on the head.

He patted his second sister's arm to comfort her.

Slowly walk up to this person.

"Hmph, what are you doing? Trying to hit me? Do you know where you are? What, you're not happy about it? Do you know who I am?"

The man was startled at first, then realized what was happening and yelled at Zhang Qingshan.

Beside him, a maid and an old servant were also staring at Zhang Qingshan.

"What are you trying to do? This is Qinghe Girls' School, a place full of respectable families. Kid, don't mess things up. My young lady is talking to her classmates; we shouldn't get involved."

Zhang Qingshan smiled and looked at the young lady.

He asked seriously:

"Does your family have any peerless martial arts experts, high-level martial artists, or even martial masters beyond the limits?"

"What are you talking about? What high-level martial artist or super-limited expert? Let me tell you, in my family's manor, there are thousands of acres of fertile land, dozens of guards, and several martial artists. And all those martial artists have to be respectful to me."

Zhang Qingshan smiled.

The old servant next to the young lady felt uneasy about Zhang Qingshan's strange smile and was about to speak.

The next moment, everything went blurry, and I heard a snap.

The young lady herself flew out.

The maid beside him cried out in alarm and rushed to help him up.

Zhang Qingshan raised his palm, and to his surprise, it felt quite nice, soft.

Ever since I slapped Wang Zhi that day, I've felt an urge to retaliate against these bastards.

I definitely felt much better after slapping myself.

The old servant helped his young mistress up. Seeing the slap mark on her face and the tears streaming down her face, he was about to scold Zhang Qingshan, but seeing the look in his eyes, he didn't dare to be presumptuous for a moment.

Zhang Qingshan then glanced at the other female students who had just been being sarcastic.

Seeing Zhang Qingshan's violence, everyone fell silent, except for the young lady who had been slapped, who was wailing loudly.

"What's going on? Who's crying? Who's causing trouble?"

Hearing the sound of the school security guards arriving, the eyes of the female students, who were as timid as quails and dared not utter a sound, lit up.

We hope the school security guards will punish this thug.

As the school security guard slowly approached, he overheard some discussions and roughly understood what had happened.

Upon seeing Zhang Qingshan's calm expression and the unfamiliar female student beside him, a thought struck him.

He quickly smiled and bowed, saying, "But Mr. Zhang from Qinghe Martial Arts School, the principal has already spoken to us, but what happened?"

Zhang Qingshan waved his hand, saying it was just a minor incident.

This person naturally wouldn't cause any more trouble; he just glanced at the scene and knew who had suffered a loss, then pretended not to see it.

He simply smiled and said, "The school will open in a quarter of an hour, Mr. Zhang, you're busy."

Then his expression turned serious, and he began to maintain order outside the school gate.

It disappointed those who were hoping for a good show.

No one was stupid, and no one dared to speak rudely anymore; everyone became meek and obedient.

A few others glanced at Zhang Xiaoyan, their eyes darting around, feeling as if they were missing a good best friend.

The person who was wailing and crying also widened their eyes when they saw this scene. Could that person really be some important figure? Their heart skipped a beat, and their voice gradually became softer.

Touching the handprint on his face, he began to regret it.

Once the school gates opened, I escorted my second sister to the entrance and handed her over to the staff member who was handling the arrangements.

"Second sister, if anyone bullies you, don't be afraid, just slap them," Zhang Qingshan joked.

The staff member next to him twitched, thinking to himself that another person the school couldn't afford to mess with had arrived.

Zhang Xiaoyan nodded, feeling a great sense of security, and thought her third brother's words were very domineering.

She was terrified after her third brother hit someone, fearing that the school would cause trouble or report her to the authorities.

In the end, I didn't expect my third brother to be so powerful; the matter was resolved so easily.

Her third brother was even more capable than she had imagined. It felt good to have someone to rely on. Although she wouldn't actually hit anyone, she felt much more confident.

After giving some more instructions, Zhang Qingshan left.

Some students who had walked away looked back, and you could vaguely hear someone muttering that the man practicing martial arts was so domineering and arrogant.

Arrogant?

Zhang Qingshan was certain that if others had their own "talents," they would be at least ten or a hundred times more arrogant than him.

He returned to the martial arts school to instruct his disciples and continue their training.

Five more days passed.

The second stage of the "Hundred Turns and Thousand Twists" breathing technique has reached the minor mastery stage.

It took a total of eight days to go from proficient to semi-proficient.

Zhang Qingshan had been looking for the kind of environment he wanted to "steal the secrets of heaven," but he couldn't find it, or it was too troublesome. So he simply stopped thinking about those things and focused on his arduous cultivation.

In these five days, my second sister has started to get used to going to school.

She has clearly become more outgoing, and the sound of reading can be heard in the house now.

According to Zhang's father, Zhang Dagui, they never expected that the Zhang family would produce two female scholars.

When it comes to his two daughters getting married in the future, he must choose better conditions, since his daughters are both educated, literate, and well-mannered, and are of a different level.

Zhang Qingshan was speechless; someone had indeed predicted it a few days ago.

The only one who wasn't so happy was my younger sister, Zhang Xiaocao. Her happy days at school only lasted two days before she didn't want to get out of bed, study, or write anymore.

It is said that he was even slapped on the palm by his teacher at the private school, but Zhang Qingshan did not interfere.

Continue your practice.

Every day, we are making progress.

With his unparalleled innate talent and wisdom, his strength became increasingly refined, his flesh and blood adapted, and with the power of his mind, his strength began to have a slight sense of penetrating vortex.

This kind of progress that I can clearly feel makes each day of practice less boring and more full of anticipation.

After mastering the second breathing technique, there were no significant changes in the martial arts school.

I then spent another ten days cultivating peacefully.

Although it is not yet fully mastered, the eighth level of drilling power is just around the corner.

That day, when I got home, I saw a rickshaw in the front yard.

It turned out to be Brother Liu who came to visit.

The way he addressed the Zhang family was quite strange. Zhang Dagui called him Brother Liu, his second sister and younger sister called him Uncle Liu, and Zhang Qingshan called him Brother Liu.

There's nothing we can do; we're used to calling it that, and it's hard to change it now. Anyway, everyone just calls it that and pretends not to know about the issue.

"Qingshan, come quickly! Brother Liu even brought us cured meat from his hometown. Brother Liu, you've gone to too much trouble. You've had a hard time too, so just come and have some fun."

After chatting for a while, Zhang Qingshan noticed that Lao Liu seemed to have something on his mind.

"Brother Liu, is something wrong? Just say it."

Old Liu gave a wry smile.

"It's not that there's anything wrong with my family, it's just that Wang Quan has been looking for me for days. I didn't want to bother with someone like him who gets arrogant after he's achieved success, but he begs and kneels down every day. Today he's clinging to me again, and he even brought Wang Quan's old mother to kneel down with him. I had no choice but to shamelessly bother you, Brother Zhang."

Zhang Qingshan, however, became curious.

"What does this person want from me?"

Old Liu sneered.

"It's all because of his proud nephew. Twenty days ago, he was bragging to him that he had gotten close to some big shot in the inner city and that he was about to rise to power and gain influence. He was so proud of himself at the time that he even came to the road where I pull my cart to show off."

"However, his nephew has never appeared since he spoke that time, not even with a message. Old Wang even sneaked into the inner city to look for that Holy Blood Hospital, but they said they had never seen a person named Wang Zhi."

Old Liu looked at Zhang Qingshan and sighed.

"So, Old Wang kept pestering me, asking me to help him figure out where his nephew went."

Zhang Qingshan frowned.

The Holy Blood Hospital said they'd never seen it?

However, he didn't know the answer to this question, and besides, he found Wang Zhi and his nephew's behavior disgusting, so he was even less likely to help them search.

Long Baifeng was, after all, a stronger person comparable to his master, and Zhang Qingshan wasn't stubborn enough to cause trouble for a despicable person.

Shake his head.

"Wang Zhi thought he had latched onto a powerful figure, so he fell out with my martial arts school. After that, I knew nothing about him."

Seeing Zhang Qingshan's attitude, Lao Liu stopped asking questions.

He could only sigh, "This is a cannibalistic world, where fortunes can change in an instant! Although Wang Quan is a bad person, I feel sorry for him and hope his nephew will be alright."

Zhang Qingshan didn't want to talk about these people.

Zhang Dagui, however, became curious about what the inner city looked like and started talking about it with Lao Liu. His second sister couldn't help but chime in, saying that her classmate had talked about how prosperous the inner city was.

Zhang Qingshan had never been to the inner city before. He had seen all sorts of big cities in his previous life, so he wasn't curious enough to go and explore them.

After talking with Lao Liu for a while, he asked his parents to entertain him and then went to his quiet room to cultivate.