Chapter 37

（Spent New Year's Day with family, today is a special day, it's later than usual, and the writing is slower. The update time tomorrow will be basically normal. Please give recommendations and add to your favorites.）

At this moment, the scene before him seemed to become eternal, and for a very long time afterward, it was clearly imprinted in the minds of all the convicts on probation.

"Su Qier? Are you Su Qier?"

After a brief silence, people began to speak one after another, finding it hard to believe that the young man before them, who looked so dashing and had a rebellious air, could be the same beggar who never fought back in the past.

Of course, they had no way of knowing that there was a mental martial art called the "Mihun Dafa," which used soul-shaking techniques to create illusions and attack the ancestral acupoint of the human body.

At this moment, Su Qian stood there, his spine as straight as an ancient green bamboo, which had fifteen sections, each imprinted with his own years and vicissitudes.

"Hmph! Just a stroke of luck, do you really think you've become a phoenix? The Daoist classic 'Laozi' also says, 'A nine-story terrace rises from accumulated earth.' Where are there any martial arts masters who achieve greatness in one step? That's just a myth, a legend!"

The two brothers in the ninth thatched cottage were very disdainful. They clearly remembered that night when this frail young man had no resistance against them, collapsing like a scarecrow at the slightest touch.

At the door.

Su Qian observed the various expressions of the people before him, and his heart became increasingly calm.

"We, the scholars, know propriety and righteousness, understand the six directions, have hearts like the sun and moon, and remain unchanged throughout the ages. Even ghosts and gods do not approach or fear us, and external demons cannot harm us. I am a free man!"

Even if the warmth and coldness of human relationships are like knives and swords, Su Qian was confident he could carve out a clear and bright world.

The blood in his body was boiling, and he took a step forward, carrying a bag on his back, and walked out the door.

"This world is not one where rebelliousness can dominate everything. Without power, everything is like a mirage! Stop!"

The elder of the two brothers shouted coldly, and at the same time, he extended his hand and pressed it onto Su Qian's shoulder.

At that moment, many of the convicts on probation showed a mocking smile. The two brothers in the ninth thatched cottage were just over twenty years old. The elder brother's insight was slightly inferior, but he had reached the fifth level of the "Turtle Snake Skill." The younger brother had progressed further and had begun to practice the sixth level.

No matter which of the two brothers, in the eyes of the others, they were far beyond what Su Qian could resist. As long as he was still a convict on probation and had not been removed from the criminal register, how easy would it be to enter the entrance of the Free Valley?

However, what happened next was not as the others had expected. The elder brother's hand landed on Su Qian's shoulder without making a sound, as if it had fallen into a pile of cotton.

Not good!

The moment his hand landed, the elder brother sensed something was wrong. On Su Qian's shoulder, it seemed as if a sticky force had appeared, sucking his hand in. He tried to exert force, but his energy and strength seemed to vanish into thin air, like a clay ox entering the sea, without a trace.

Bang!

Before he could react, a powerful force came from Su Qian's shoulder, making his whole body numb, as if struck by lightning. He flew out like an arrow, shot from a bow.

What!

Silence fell all around. This scene was almost identical to the one where the young man had been bounced away by the rotten door. They had been somewhat hesitant before, but now they were shocked, because the one who had acted was none other than Su Qian.

A young man they had never taken seriously had suddenly transformed, displaying such martial prowess. They found it hard to believe that what they were seeing was real.

"Damn! He was hiding his cultivation. I was careless and fell for it!"

The elder brother's face turned grim. He leaped up, and the two brothers stood side by side, advancing together.

Su Qian's steps did not stop. He walked neither fast nor slow, very calm and composed, as if nothing could block his path.

Looking into those calm eyes, many of the convicts on probation suddenly had a sense of a thousand-foot cliff, with a cliff pine that had endured a thousand years of wind and rain, rooted on a solitary cliff. No matter the wind, snow, lightning, or thunder, even if the branches and leaves were stripped away, leaving only scars, it remained steadfast and unshaken.

Whoo!

The two brothers attacked, starting with the third form of the Turtle Snake Fist, the most powerful and fierce. Their fists broke through the air, producing a whistling sound and a strong wind.

Boom!

At the same time, behind them, the air distorted, and two fiery red horses broke free from their restraints and descended into the world.

"The power of one fiery red horse, and even a bit more."

"Beginning to transform into a blood-sweating horse, but the power is still shallow, not yet able to manifest a clearer transformation image."

Some of the convicts on probation sighed, carefully memorizing the changes in the two brothers' fist techniques. The two brothers, who held the ninth position among the convicts on probation in the Free Valley, were not undeserving of their reputation. Their study of the Turtle Snake Fist had clearly reached the second level of the fourth realm of martial arts.

Su Qian did not dodge or counterattack. He continued to walk forward, allowing the two fists to land on his left and right shoulders, one after the other.

Bang! Bang!

This time, the two fists seemed to hit a tough piece of old cowhide. Perhaps it was an illusion, but the two brothers only felt a gentle breeze in their ears, as if they had fallen into an invisible wind eye.

The two fists were stuck again, and the brothers felt that the fierce power in their fists had once again vanished, like a clay ox entering the sea. In an instant, an extremely fierce force rebounded.

Crack! Crack!

Two clear breaking sounds, and the two brothers flew out like straw, landing several feet away, rolling a few times, and screaming in pain.

At this moment, even the most foolish person understood that Su Qian was not simple. The power he exerted and retracted clearly contained the principles of Tai Chi Yin and Yang from Wudang, and he had achieved a considerable level of mastery.

"How can this be? This Su Qier seems to have transformed into a different person. Even these two brothers were no match for him, and their arms were broken by his power."

The other convicts on probation looked at the two brothers, who were holding their twisted and deformed arms, with bone fragments piercing through the skin, blood dripping. Such severe injuries would take at least a month or two to recover, even for martial artists. To restore the peak strength of the arm, they would need to nurture the skin, tendons, bones, and marrow layer by layer.

After sending the two brothers from the ninth thatched cottage flying, seeing their broken bones, Su Qian felt a surge of satisfaction, and his mental energy became incredibly active. Even the first level of the "Mihun Dafa" showed signs of further advancement.

"These two bullied me in the past. Scholars repay grievances with righteousness. Now that they have brought this upon themselves, the grudge is settled. I no longer have any hatred toward them, and my heart is free of one more burden. My mental energy has become purer. It seems that the cultivation of the soul is not just about mental energy, but also about the accumulation of life experiences. In the Buddhist scriptures, this is a cause and effect. When the cause and effect are resolved, good and evil are repaid, and it is a cycle."

In an instant, Su Qian gained some insight. Every step in martial cultivation contained profound principles, whether in the physical body or the soul. Having power allows one to uphold principles, and having principles makes power not rootless. The two are inseparable and equally important.

At this moment, with the burden in his heart lifted, Su Qian felt a surge of courage. The blood in his body was burning, and he felt the need to express it.

"Anyone who has a grudge, come at me together!"

He shouted, his eyes becoming sharp.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The sudden change startled over a dozen convicts on probation, who stumbled backward, intimidated by Su Qian's spirit and energy.

It could be said that witnessing this scene had given birth to his mental energy. Every word and action of Su Qian carried a sense of momentum, which became even more intense as his mental cultivation advanced, especially when he engaged in combat.

The owners of the remaining thatched cottages on the lakeside were also startled. Facing Su Qian at this moment, they felt a deep pressure from within, making them very uncomfortable. Deep down, after a month of accumulated perceptions, they had never been able to properly place Su Qian.

"Attack!"

Seven people exchanged glances and pounced together, each taking a position to block all of Su Qian's escape routes.（Spent New Year's Day with family, today is a special day, it's later than usual, and the writing is slower. The update time tomorrow will be basically normal. Please give recommendations and add to your favorites.）