Chapter 8

Bang!

A sound echoed as the legs collided, producing a noise like wooden sticks striking rocks. Qin Mo's body trembled, but he did not move.

Qin Da, however, took a step back, his legs tingling with numbness, almost losing his balance.

"Why is this kid's leg strength so strong? He's only at the first level of Warrior, right?" Qin Da's face showed shock.

Just now, he had used sixty percent of his strength, thinking that with his cultivation at the second level of Warrior, he could easily embarrass Qin Mo. He never expected his own leg to be numbed by the impact.

This stinky kid, Qin Mo, was clearly prepared!

"Qin Da's cultivation of true qi has reached the second level of Warrior."

Qin Mo's brows furrowed slightly, his expression indifferent. Fortunately, he possessed the Holy Body of Battle, making his physical strength comparable to that of a third-level Warrior. If it were a first-level Warrior, he might not have been injured, but he would have been on the ground now.

"I need to give Qin Da a lesson, so he can't participate in the 'Qi Guiding Ceremony' in three days." Qin Mo thought, his true qi flowing through his legs.

Upon closer inspection, under the sunlight, a faint purple aura could be seen on the surface of Qin Mo's pants.

"Hmph! Qin Mo, do you think you can just be safe by being fully prepared? Take another kick from me!" Qin Da sneered, lifting his right leg and gathering ninety percent of his true qi, ready to kick down hard.

Suddenly, Qin Xiaoxiao jumped over from the side, raising her small foot and viciously kicking at Qin Da's calf.

Bang!

The little girl's foot missed, but the ground cracked, leaving a clear footprint.

"Qin Xiaoxiao!" Qin Da stepped back, breaking out in a cold sweat. If he hadn't retracted his leg in time, his calf would have been broken.

Qin Xiaoxiao's abnormal strength was well-known. At the clan meeting two years ago, her strength was comparable to that of a second-level Warrior. Now, after more than two years, it was probably comparable to a third-level Warrior, or even a fourth-level Warrior.

Among the third-generation members of the Qin family, few could withstand the force of her kick.

"Don't bully Brother Mo." The little girl placed her hands on her hips, her face full of anger, like an enraged young lion.

"You brat, you freak waste..." Qin Da couldn't help but be furious.

At this moment, several young men walked over, dressed in the attire of the third-generation Qin family members. The leader, with a face as handsome as jade, was Qin Han.

"Master Han." Qin Da hurriedly stood to the side, bowing respectfully.

"Qin Da, what are you doing here?" Qin Han walked over and shouted, "You came to the library to choose martial techniques, not to tangle with irrelevant people. The clan provides you with sufficient resources for cultivation. How can you waste your time like this? Hurry up and go."

After saying this, Qin Han seemed to ignore the existence of Qin Mo and the little girl, leading the group of young men toward the library in the forest.

Hearing this, Qin Da reluctantly agreed and hurriedly followed the group, giving a "we'll see" look before leaving.

"Hmph! What's so great about you? Brother Mo is a hundred times stronger than you! Just wait and see!" The little girl pouted, waving her fists in defiance.

"You little brat, let's go."

Holding the little girl's hand, Qin Mo came to the library, informed Elder Gao, and entered the library.

The Qin family's library had three floors. The first floor stored ordinary martial arts manuals, the second floor stored rare high-level ordinary martial arts and the secret manual of the Qin family's unique technique, the "Pojun Fist."

As for the third floor of the library, only the Grand Elder who traveled outside could enter. Even the Clan Leader and the Great Elder did not have the right to enter.

With Qin Mo's strength at the first level of Warrior, he could only stay on the first floor and choose ordinary martial arts to cultivate.

"Brother Mo, why can't we go to the second floor?"

Looking at Qin Han and the others disappearing on the second floor, the little girl pouted, her lively eyes almost spitting fire.

Ignoring the little girl's complaints, Qin Mo walked through the rows of wooden shelves, browsing through the various martial arts manuals.

It had to be said that the number of manuals on the first floor of the library was quite astonishing, with over a hundred wooden shelves filled with martial arts books.

However, the highest grade of these martial arts manuals was only high-level ordinary. Many of them were extremely common, placed here purely to boost the family's prestige.

"Tiger Shape Fist, Rainstorm Leg, Falling Lotus Finger, Fish Leap Three Steps... What a mess!"

Looking at the dazzling array of martial arts manuals, Qin Mo almost went cross-eyed, cursing inwardly. Many of the manuals on the first floor were too ordinary, so ordinary that if they were thrown on the ground, no one would bother to pick them up.

Among the three major families of Fenzhen, the Qin family was the youngest and had the shallowest foundation. Therefore, the ancestors of the Qin family filled the shelves with many common manuals to save face and avoid being laughed at by the other two families.

However, this made it difficult for Qin Mo to find the manual he remembered from his past life among so many manuals.

Unconsciously, an hour passed, and Qin Mo still hadn't found the manual he remembered. The little girl had already leaned against a wooden shelf, dozing off.

At this moment, Qin Han's voice came from outside the door: "Elder Gao, I've chosen my manual."

"Pojun Fist!" Elder Gao's voice was surprised, "Qin Han, you are now at the third level of Warrior, just meeting the minimum requirement to cultivate a Spirit-level martial technique. Are you sure you want to choose it?"

"Yes, it's Grandfather's wish."

"Oh." Elder Gao said nothing more.

"Ha, with Master Han's genius, cultivating the Pojun Fist will be no problem. Unlike some irrelevant person who can only choose ordinary martial arts." Qin Da's laughter echoed, gradually fading away.

At this moment, Qin Mo was still wandering among the rows of wooden shelves, frowning and searching carefully. He was not impatient; the hardships of his past life had honed his incredible patience.

"Brother Mo, haven't you chosen yet? I'm hungry." The little girl woke up, her stomach growling.

"Huh!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Qin Mo suddenly saw an old manual scattered in the shadows of the wall.

The cover of the manual was covered in dust, and only two characters could be faintly recognized—Hui Feng...

"Hui Feng!"

Picking up the manual and brushing off the dust, Qin Mo saw the full name of the martial technique, a look of joy flashing in his eyes, "Yes, it's this one."

"Girl, let's go."

Holding the manual, Qin Mo went to Elder Gao at the entrance to register.

"Hmm, Hui Feng Sword Finger? A mid-level ordinary martial technique."

Looking at the Hui Feng Sword Finger, Elder Gao frowned, "Qin Mo, you are the grandson of the Clan Leader, and I've watched you grow up. Let me give you some advice. The Qin family's martial techniques are known for their fist techniques. This manual is for sword finger cultivation, which may conflict with our family's basic fist techniques. Moreover, I've read this Hui Feng Sword Finger before, and it's quite difficult to cultivate, with less power than a fist technique of the same level. Are you sure you want to choose this?"

"Elder Gao, I understand. I found the Hui Feng Sword Finger to be quite unique and want to study it." Qin Mo smiled.

In fact, Qin Mo guessed that because the Qin family was known for its fist techniques, the third-generation members and guards focused on cultivating fist techniques. Moreover, the Hui Feng Sword Finger was a mid-level ordinary martial technique, difficult to cultivate, and there were over a hundred mid-level ordinary manuals on the first floor of the library. Over time, no one was interested in it.

"Alright." Elder Gao shook his head and said no more.

After registering, Qin Mo smiled and left with the little girl.

Watching Qin Mo's retreating back, Elder Gao shook his head and muttered, "I thought that after eight years, this kid would finally break through to the Warrior realm and become more stable. I didn't expect him to be even worse than when he was six, choosing to cultivate a sword finger, which will definitely affect his progress in fist techniques, widening the gap with Qin Han. Sigh, it's a tragedy for Qin Zhengxing to have such a grandson."

Snap!

On the opposite side, a long branch with a chess piece landed on the chessboard, and an old voice came from the tree: "Old Gao, focus on the game, don't worry about other things. Even if the Qin family turns upside down, what does it have to do with us?"

"Having been in the Qin family for so many years, I have some feelings. Do you think I'm as heartless as you?" Elder Gao glared at the tree, "Why don't you use your 'Spirit Turtle Divination' to predict the future achievements of Qin Mo and Qin Han?"

"Hmph! Old Gao, do you think you can hide your little tricks from me? You just want to predict the outcome of the struggle between the two branches of the Qin family through their achievements."

The old voice paused and then said proudly, "The talents of these two kids are not worth me using the 'Spirit Turtle Divination.' Even eight years ago, when Qin Mo was at his best, he wasn't qualified. Save your efforts. Let's play chess!"

Elder Gao shook his head helplessly, picked up a chess piece, and placed it on the board.