Chapter 70

The main gate of Huishan Quan Academy was slightly dilapidated, but no one had come to repair it.

Wei He pushed the door open and entered. The courtyard was somewhat desolate, but there were still about ten people practicing silently, refining their skin.

This skin refinement was actually a process to polish out each person's unique physical qualities. Who was strong, who was weak, who had better foundations and bones, and who had stronger recovery abilities, all became clear during the skin refinement.

At this moment, Wei He could instantly judge the cultivation and strength of his fellow disciples and sisters.

He also somewhat understood the feeling of Master Zheng sitting in the courtyard every day.

"Senior Brother Wei, you're here?" Ouyang Zhuang saw him from afar and hurried over to greet him.

Li Jue also waved to acknowledge him, showing a sign of familiarity.

Many of those in the courtyard had already left. Among those remaining, many were new.

Wei He didn't come often and hadn't noticed. Seeing this, he couldn't help but think about the recent changes in the city.

He sighed inwardly.

"Is Master Zheng here?"

"Not yet. But he should be coming soon. He usually arrives around this time." Ouyang Zhuang smiled.

"Then I'll go in first." Wei He nodded, walked through the outer courtyard, and entered the inner room.

There were originally three strong women in the room, but now only one remained, busily working.

Seeing Wei He enter, the woman gave him a friendly and ingratiating smile.

Wei He nodded in return and entered the inner courtyard.

In the inner courtyard, Jiang Yan was whispering to Zhang Lu. Jiang Su was practicing quietly on the side. Zhao Hong stood in a corner, holding a letter and reading it carefully.

When they saw Wei He enter, Jiang Yan's expression didn't change, and he continued talking to Zhang Lu.

Zhang Lu, who was not familiar with Wei He, showed no reaction.

Zhao Hong only lifted his head to nod at Wei He, acknowledging him, then continued reading the letter. He had been quietly learning to read recently, and it seemed he had made good progress.

Only Jiang Su slowly stopped her movements and approached Wei He.

"It's been a long time since you came."

She looked at Wei He with a complex expression. Since Xiao Ran's death, she had misunderstood Wei He, and then compensated him, leading to a series of changes.

At this point, her perception of Wei He was far more complex than just being Cheng Shaoyou's follower.

The impression of Cheng Shaoyou gradually faded in her mind, replaced by a deeper and more profound image of Wei He.

"Is Master Zheng here yet?" Wei He asked casually.

"No, he hasn't come. Recently, Master Zheng seems to be very busy and looks very tired. I asked him, but he didn't explain." Jiang Su nodded.

"Then I'll wait." Wei He wasn't in a hurry. After breaking through with Huishan Quan, he now combined it with Wuling Palm, achieving a threefold enhancement of his qi and blood. His qi and blood were far more robust than any other threefold qi and blood martial artist he had encountered.

Even the few envoys from Shaoyang Sect didn't have as robust qi and blood as he did.

He had been resting at home for a few days, completely controlling the flow of his qi and blood, so as not to show any unusual signs. Otherwise, the few people present would have noticed.

Qi and blood are intangible. When they are in motion, they can make a person look vigorous and emit a lot of heat, making their presence very strong.

But when they are at rest, with a steady breath, it is difficult for others to easily discern how strong a person's qi and blood is.

Of course, the big fat guys from Shaoyang Sect were an exception. Their physique clearly indicated that their qi and blood was not weak.

So Wei He understood why Master Zheng liked to sit in the outer courtyard and watch all the disciples practice.

Because during the practice of skin refinement and feeding moves, the progress of each disciple could be clearly seen and thoroughly understood.

Wei He found a corner, leaned against the wall, and waited quietly.

Jiang Su had been focused on practicing, but seeing Wei He, she suddenly lost her concentration. She tried to focus, but couldn't help being distracted.

She persisted for a while but eventually stopped.

Zhao Hong finished reading the letter, carefully put it away in a leather bag, and then returned to his fixed position to practice his moves.

Turning moves into instinctive reflexes is a very difficult task.

Repetitively pondering the meaning and application of the moves, and then improving them to better suit oneself, all require a significant amount of time and effort.

Zhao Hong could suppress all the others at the same level of stone skin because he was far more skilled at pondering the moves.

At this moment, Wei He watched his practice and suddenly had an epiphany.

Since Master Zheng wasn't there, he decided to watch his senior brother practice and wait quietly.

Time passed slowly.

Soon, a heavy footsteps came from the inner room.

Everyone perked up, looking towards the entrance of the inner room, waiting for Master Zheng to come out.

Soon, Zheng Fugui, dressed in a gray and white single-layered robe and a black horse jacket, walked into the inner courtyard with his hands behind his back.

The edges of his cloth shoes were still stained with black mud, indicating he had gone somewhere early in the morning.

Zheng Fugui still had a sleepy look, swaying as he entered the inner courtyard and looked at everyone.

His somewhat cloudy eyes scanned the room, seemingly looking at everyone but actually lost in thought, somewhat absent-minded.

Recently, Zheng Fugui had been like this, sometimes coming to the academy and sometimes not. The wrinkles on his face had gradually increased. Even his favorite tea and snacks, he only ate a little and then stopped.

Recently, the situation in Feiyeh City had been changing, with the conflict between the Katori Sect and the inner city growing larger. Despite the Katori Sect being extremely chaotic, a large number of new members were constantly joining.

Moreover, there was a hidden force supporting them, allowing them to stand against the seven families of the inner city.

Zheng Fugui had been busy investigating and understanding the situation.

A few days ago, he went to his daughter's place, but she still refused to listen to his advice and insisted on doing what she wanted. Despite his earnest persuasion, it was in vain.

He had been in Feiyeh City for several decades, quietly building his family's fortune.

But even at nearly fifty, he still had little to show for it, all because of his daughter.

The resources he had earned were all squandered by his wasteful daughter.

Because of his daughter's wastefulness, Zheng Fugui had developed a habit of being frugal and meticulous.

Now that his daughter had a grandson, he had hoped she would settle down, but unfortunately, she was still the same. She ignored everything and spent her days wandering around.

Almost thirty years old, and still so irresponsible.

But Zheng Fugui could be strict with anyone except his daughter... He had spoiled her from a young age, and now it was too late to change.

During this time, besides being busy with future plans, Zheng Fugui's biggest headache was his daughter. He spent at least half his energy cleaning up her messes.

The trouble she caused...

Thinking about it, Zheng Fugui felt a headache.

If not for cleaning up the mess, he wouldn't be so exhausted.

Since having his daughter, he realized that not everything in the world could be solved by force. There were many things that even the strongest force couldn't achieve...

Regaining his composure, Zheng Fugui looked at the disciples in the inner courtyard.

"Rarely do you all gather today, so I have something to announce."

Everyone stopped their activities, gathered around, and listened quietly.

No matter what, Zheng Fugui was a Qi Master, so even Jiang Yan didn't dare to be disrespectful.

Although he was from the Jiang family, he wasn't the only young generation. Compared to a Qi Master, his status was still far behind. Only his father could be on equal footing.

Everyone gathered around, waiting for Zheng Fugui to speak.

"In a few days, Huishan Quan Academy will move outside the city. If you are willing to go with us, prepare yourselves. If not, let me know in advance."

Everyone was taken aback. Although they had expected the academy might move, they didn't expect it to happen so soon.

Jiang Yan, of course, wouldn't leave.

Zhao Hong and Zhang Lu would definitely go together.

As for Jiang Su, it depended on her choice. The Jiang family wasn't a small family.

Wei He thought for a moment and decided to go with them. With Master Zheng, a Qi Master, it would be safer than going alone with his second sister.

"Also, it has been a long time since I last tested your skills. Today, I will see how you have progressed."

He looked around and smiled.

"You can pair up and spar, so I can see your progress. The winner of each pair will face the next, and the final winner will receive a reward from me."

"Master Zheng, isn't this a bit unfair?" Jiang Yan stepped forward. "No matter how we compete, Senior Brother Zhao Hong will always be the first, surpassing everyone else. The reward will definitely go to Senior Brother."

Zheng Fugui shook his head inwardly. Jiang Yan had a noble background and decent talent, but his perspective was too narrow.

"Is there anyone else who thinks it's unfair?"

"I also think it's unfair." Zhao Hong stepped forward calmly.

He was naturally indifferent, but since Jiang Yan had pointed it out, he decided to speak up.

"Anyone else?" Zheng Fugui frowned.

"I also think it's unfair." Wei He stepped forward, his expression calm.

"Oh?" Zheng Fugui narrowed his eyes at Wei He, not expecting him to step forward.

But he hadn't noticed earlier. Now, he looked closely, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"You?!"

His body trembled, and he suddenly threw a punch.

The punch was swift and powerful, his fist black and wrapped in a thread of qi.

The fist approached Wei He rapidly, the wind from the punch lifting the corners of the surrounding people's clothes. The powerful qi force emitted a needle-like sensation, causing Jiang Yan, Zhao Hong, and the others to feel a sharp pain on their faces.

In a flash.

Bang!!

Wei He raised his hand and caught the punch.

"Master, is this enough?"

His hand, which caught the punch, was black like iron.

"Not enough!!" Zheng Fugui's face trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief and joy.

"Again!!" He laughed wildly and struck with both fists.

The two unleashed their full qi force, colliding with a thunderous impact.

Boom!!

The heavy and violent iron fists collided, and in a short moment, they exchanged dozens of blows.

Jiang Yan, Zhao Hong, Jiang Su, and Zhang Lu couldn't stay close and were forced to move away.

All four were shocked, watching the two figures in the courtyard.

A shocking and unbelievable thought gradually formed in their minds.

A few moments later.

A loud explosion.

The two quickly retreated, each standing firm.

"Master, is this enough now?"

Wei He's fists were black, his muscles visibly swollen, and even his face showed prominent veins, making him look terrifying.

Zheng Fugui looked at his slightly numb hands and suddenly burst into laughter.

His laughter was free and unrestrained, as if he was releasing years of pent-up resentment.