Chapter 19
Li Mo's powerful fist broke through the thin layer of internal energy and struck directly against Wang Hao's shoulder.
Wang Hao staggered back, his face alternating between shades of green and white, his eyes darkening.
"Six Harmonies Connected?!"
"Great Success?"
He Hongfeng fumbled with his teacup, spilling the fine pre-rain Longjing all over himself.
But he remained oblivious, his expression dazed.
The Six Harmonies Fist was indeed fundamental, but that didn’t mean it was simple. In fact, the more basic something was, the harder it was to master; every small advancement required extensive training.
Is this a human?
Wang Hao was caught off guard and suffered a significant blow.
Yet instead of admitting defeat, he trembled with rage, clearly furious.
"Wang Hao, what do you want to do?!"
Before He Hongfeng could finish his sentence, Wang Hao charged forward, a dark aura swirling in his palm.
He aimed directly at Li Mo's dantian.
He Hongfeng, who was much more powerful, rushed to intervene.
But it was unnecessary.
Boom—
Wang Hao flew back like a cannonball.
Under the terrifying force, every bone in his body cracked audibly.
He crashed into the wall, creating a large hole, his body embedded in it.
He Hongfeng's hair stood on end as he turned stiffly.
"Shang... Elder Shang."
"Master? Brother Xiao?"
Li Mo was momentarily stunned, then turned to see two figures at the door.
Who else could it be but Shang Wu and Xiao Qin?
However, Xiao Qin, a tall adult man, was currently being lifted by one hand, his face pale.
"Master, why are you here?"
"This kid said you were bullied in the Martial Arts Hall, so I came."
Shang Wu squinted her eyes.
At that moment, she exuded none of her usual languid demeanor, resembling a mother tiger defending her territory.
Li Mo understood.
No wonder Old Xiao had disappeared at the start; he must have known that Wang Hao was not someone to be trifled with and went straight to Qunyu Peak to fetch help.
"Smart move, Old Xiao."
"Uh... cough, Li Shidi, you flatter me."
Xiao Qin was set down but still wobbled, his stomach churning.
He had been dragged through the air by someone at the Internal Scene level while he was merely at the Blood Qi level.
"Master, is he going to be okay after you beat him like this?"
Li Mo's gaze shifted back.
Not far away, Wang Hao was embedded in the wall, looking like a painting hung askew, with who knows how many bones broken.
He was foaming at the mouth, breathing shallowly; he would be lucky to survive, let alone be unscathed.
"Hmph, of course, there’s a problem."
Shang Wu crossed her arms, narrowing her apricot-shaped eyes. "Anyone who dares to touch my people will pay. An inner disciple attacking a true disciple means someone is pulling the strings behind the scenes."
"Who was it again? What was his name?"
"I... I am He, Hongfeng."
He Hongfeng wiped the cold sweat from his brow, his legs trembling.
Damn it, Wang Hao, you stubborn fool, you wouldn’t listen to reason.
He was late to the sect and had to pick a fight with her of all people?
The senior disciples knew that in Qingyuan Sect, it was better to offend the sect leader than to provoke this Ninth Elder.
"You go to Shenbing Peak and tell Futu to come here."
"If I don’t see him in fifteen minutes, I’ll pay him a visit myself."
Shang Wu casually sat in the grandmaster's chair.
"Ah? Me?"
"Yes?"
"I’ll go, I’ll go right now..."
He Hongfeng dashed out as if a ferocious beast were chasing him.
Li Mo: "???"
He was worried that if the younger one was dealt with, the older one would come in, and things would escalate, leading to his master being held accountable.
But with Shang Wu's demeanor, it seemed she was ready to call the older one over for a beating too?
Xiao Qin cleared his throat and whispered:
"I heard that Shenbing Peak used to be quite tall, only slightly shorter than Qingyuan's main peak."
Li Mo paused and glanced out the window.
Shenbing Peak was clearly the shortest among the peaks, as if a chunk had been bitten off.
Xiao Qin continued, "Later, Elder Hanhe had a conflict with Elder Shang Wu, and she knocked the peak down."
Li Mo: "Huh?"
He looked at the large gap on the mountain, resembling a bite taken out by a ferocious beast.
Turning back, he saw his beautiful master, legs crossed, sipping tea with a slight smile, as if she had just thought of something delightful.
Li Mo felt a mix of absurdity and surrealism.
"Precious disciple, come here! Are you hurt?"
Shang Wu waved him over with a beaming smile.
Li Mo walked over, and before he could express his gratitude, he heard Shang Wu say:
"When Futu arrives, we need to give him a good talking to. Do you have confidence?"
"Give him a talking to?"
Li Mo felt a bit embarrassed.
No wonder his master had come so quickly.
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**Chapter 17: Shaking Down the Bamboo Pole Counts as Investment**
Shenbing Peak.
In the Forging Institute, heat and cold coexisted, the sound of metal being struck echoing throughout.
He Hongfeng rushed in, flustered, and blurted out:
"Futu, you need to hurry! Elder Shang Wu said if she doesn’t see you in fifteen minutes, she’ll come to Shenbing Peak herself."
As soon as he finished speaking, the group of muscular men working in the forge broke out in cold sweat.
It seemed they were reminded of some unpleasant memories.
They all turned to look at the iron tower of a man not far away.
"Hmm?"
Futu's face twitched violently.
He dropped his forging hammer to the ground.
"What on earth happened?"
Elder Hanhe slammed the table and stood up, furious.
"How dare you summon the steward of Shenbing Peak at will and threaten to come here? Do you think Shenbing Peak has no one to defend it?!"
The group of burly men lowered their heads, pretending to be busy.
"Uh, Futu, you should go first."
"Yes, Elder."
Futu's expression shifted as he left the forging institute.
Elder Hanhe then asked with a serious face:
"He Steward, what exactly is going on?"
"Futu's disciple was sparring with a newly promoted true disciple..."
He Hongfeng recounted everything that had just happened.
Elder Hanhe's anger flared.
How shameless could a senior disciple be to spar with a new disciple?
If they were going to do it, they should at least have some decorum.
Now, with Shang Wu involved, it was bound to escalate!
"By the way, you just said that Li Mo forced Wang Hao to use internal energy?"
"That's right. Wang Hao had actually been using it secretly before, but only a trace. He got caught off guard by Li Mo's Great Success in the Six Harmonies Fist, which made him furious."
"That’s not your fault."
Elder Hanhe stroked his graying beard, his eyes flickering.
The Six Harmonies Fist at Great Success!
A single day of opening the meridians!
With just these two points, even if Li Mo wasn’t as good as Ying Bing, he was certainly not far behind.
The steps to ascend were indeed never wrong.
That kid's physique might be reflected in his martial arts talent, which explained his astonishing progress.
Such a promising talent had fallen under Shang Wu's tutelage.
As long as he focused on learning, it would be fine, but if he picked up that crazy woman's bad habits...
Elder Hanhe felt a headache coming on.
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In the Martial Arts Hall.
Futu stepped in to find his disciple embedded in the wall, unconscious, while Shang Wu sat comfortably in the master’s seat, sipping tea.
He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger:
"Elder Shang, what do you mean by injuring my disciple like this?"
Shang Wu raised her eyebrows, her voice louder than his:
"He started it first!"
As she spoke, she lifted Li Mo's arm, pointing at the bruises on his palm.
"If I hadn’t arrived in time, my exceptionally gifted precious disciple would have been killed by your disciple."
Li Mo coughed lightly, trying to pull his hand back.
But it wouldn’t budge.
No, Master, this bruise on my hand was from hitting him!
If I had waited any longer, I might have been done for.
Futu reached out and pulled Wang Hao from the wall.
After giving him a healing pill, he turned back:
"It was just a sparring match, Elder Shang Wu. You’re going too far. Wang Hao has a responsibility to guide new disciples in martial arts; he was probably just teaching him the fist techniques."
"Sparring? He used internal energy, and that’s just teaching?"
Shang Wu slammed her teacup down, fuming:
"Li Mo, what does our Qingyuan Sect's rule say?"
"Those who harm their fellow disciples can be killed on the spot."
Li Mo spoke up at the right moment.
"Waste! What use are you?!"
Futu glared angrily at the unconscious Wang Hao.
Bullying a disciple who had only been in the sect for a day and needing to use internal energy?
Now, with the label of harming a fellow disciple hanging over him, he could only swallow his anger!
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