Chapter 34: Chapter 34: Chen Qingniu’s Fist

To say someone has lived to be twenty-four, experienced so much, and feels the urge to find a partner a few times a year, it’s impossible not to have been in a relationship.

But Wang Xuan is among the few who haven’t dated. He gave himself many excuses, but in the end, there was only one reason—he didn’t want to.

If you don’t want to, you don’t want to. What’s strange about that? He doesn’t want to settle for less, even if it means being single all the time. His parents are anxious, but it’s in vain.

He thought for a moment, deliberated over his words, then said, “Xiaowei, do you think Uncle Wang is good? Suitable for your aunt? Why do you think so?”

Wang Xuan really couldn’t understand the girl’s thought process. He clearly seemed like a homebody who liked a simple and plain lifestyle, whereas her aunt was a city woman, very fashionable in her dressing.

Can you imagine? Wang Xuan bought more than a dozen pieces of the same clothing just because he didn’t want to bother choosing? It’s not that he’s broke or lacks taste, he just thinks it’s a waste of time.

His time isn’t spent on these things. It’s a peculiar idea, different from ordinary people, as different as the South Pole and the North Pole compared to Bai Yuzhen.

“Uncle Wang has many good qualities!” Su Xiaowei’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Wang Xuan with admiration, “Uncle Wang writes books. He’s a writer, and his martial arts skills are amazing. He chased away the bad guys. He’s talented both in literature and martial arts!”

In fact, the orphaned Su Xiaowei always felt very safe around Wang Xuan. The tall and strong Wang Xuan seemed like a big tree under which small grass could be sheltered from wind and rain.

Moreover, Wang Xuan is kind and magnanimous, never petty, a very good man. If such a person became her uncle, how wonderful it would be!

“I didn’t know I was that good.”

Wang Xuan felt a bit embarrassed. No woman had ever praised him like that before, let alone someone as beautiful as Su Xiaowei: “That’s just the surface. You haven’t spent much time with Uncle Wang; there are many flaws you haven’t seen.

Besides, I’m not really suitable with your aunt. Tea and coffee are both great, but they don’t taste right when mixed together, you know?”

“Really?” Su Xiaowei lowered her little head as if she had made a mistake, “But Aunt is so beautiful.”

“When you grow up and meet different boys, you’ll know who suits you better. By then, you’ll know what kind of woman suits Uncle Wang.”

Wang Xuan felt discussing these things with a child was somewhat inappropriate since even he didn’t know what kind of woman would suit him.

Su Xiaowei sighed and shook her head, “Ah, if only Xiaowei could grow up now, that would be great.

Uncle Wang, can you wait until Xiaowei grows up? If you still don’t have a girlfriend by then, can Xiaowei be your girlfriend, okay?”

“Just grow up slowly, by the time you grow up, Uncle Wang will be old.” Wang Xuan shook his head.

“By the way, how are you doing with the Thirty-Six Techniques?” Wang Xuan could tell that Su Xiaowei’s body was extremely healthy and full of vitality.

The life force can be partly deduced from the degree and amount of one’s qi and blood condensation. Before eighteen, cell activity is high, and life force continues to rise, with both the quality and quantity of qi and blood improving.

“Quite well, I’m practicing the Mental Realm of the thirty-fifth move. Another month or two and I’ll finish learning it.”

Wang Xuan nodded, “You have a teacher for the Thirty-Six Techniques, I won’t interfere, but I’ll guide you on the Pile Technique and Fist Technique, combining the strength of your entire body, by doing that you’ll step into the Meat Training Realm.”

He had practiced the Mixed Element Stance and Fierce Bull Fist to the Perfect Realm, understanding them profoundly, and had the capability to comment, even on other Pile Techniques and Fist Techniques.

After half an hour of guidance, Su Xiaowei, being very insightful, made significant progress, getting the basics of the Pile Technique and Fist Technique taught by Wang Xuan, allowing her to practice independently in the future.

Soon after, Bai Yuzhen returned, looking quite tired. After a brief chat, Wang Xuan left without lingering.

Staying any longer, it would be nine or ten o’clock. Was he really going to spend the night there? Even if he wanted to, Bai Yuzhen wouldn’t.

As he left, Su Xiaowei secretly gave Wang Xuan a small wooden box: “This is for Uncle Wang.” Seeing Wang Xuan guiding her in her practice, she wanted to reciprocate somehow.

Walking a distance away, Wang Xuan opened the small wooden box and discovered a shiny gold coin inside, glowing on its own, truly peculiar.

What’s more peculiar is the gold coin bore an image of a smiling bald head, clearly an item of the Buddhist Sect.

When Wang Xuan held it, he felt it was somewhat hot to the touch. Holding it made him feel free of evil thoughts, truly remarkable. Even stranger, the object warmed his whole body, expelling dark energies thread by thread.

In an instant, Wang Xuan realized the gold coin was not an ordinary item. Xiaowei had somehow obtained it and given it to him.

In his hand, the gold coin gradually expelled every bit of demonic qi lurking within him. Clearly, the Buddhist power greatly restrained this energy, which was tremendously advantageous for Wang Xuan.

“Xiaowei, where did you get this gold coin from?” Wang Xuan asked Su Xiaowei via personal device.

Cuddled in her blanket, Su Xiaowei replied, “A bald-headed man gave me four of them. They’re quite unique, Uncle Wang, please don’t return it to me. Xiaowei still has three left.”

Wang Xuan understood he owed quite a favor to this little girl.

Feeling the deeply hidden dark energy within him melt away like snow, he felt quite cheerful. When all traces of demonic qi were cleared, the gold coin with the smiling bald head became dull, leaving only a faint silhouette of the head.

This dark energy, for twelve years, eroded his tendons and bones like a bone-clinging maggot. Initially, it was very intense; the two forces eroded each other and eventually settled down.

Now being cleared, it meant repairing the eroded tendons and bones would be easier than before, akin to a battlefield full of wounded soldiers but with the enemy gone, full recovery could proceed.

After some thought, Wang Xuan messaged Su Xiaowei, “Thanks, this helped me a lot. I’ll also give you something. There’s a bottle of Fasting Pills behind the Book of Changes on the second shelf. You can take one when you feel weak and hungry, it’ll save you money on nutrition products.”

Although he owed a debt of gratitude to the little girl, a mere gift like that wasn’t enough to repay it. More would be said when the opportunity arose, for now, he would keep it in mind.

Returning to the Martial Arts Hall, Wang Xuan seized the opportunity to practice, starting to learn the Bone Strengthening Technique. Although he’d learned the Bow Pulling Technique and reached the Perfect Realm, the Bone Strengthening Technique had different aspects. In unlocking tendon and bone potential, it was stronger.

At the same time, he was researching how to perform Skin Refining. You should know, Skin Refining, also known as membrane refining, is divided into Horizontal Training and Medicinal Methods, with specialized Inner Strength and Breathing Techniques.

Once he learned how to cultivate it, he could use the accelerator to sail through, honing the Muscle Strengthening Realm deeply before entering the Skin Refining Realm.

With the foundation of the Great Success Golden Bell Shield, the Skin Refining Realm was relatively easy for him to practice. This was his advantage; the Great Success Golden Bell Shield had already covered half the journey through the Skin Refining Realm.

The next morning, a new day began; the Martial Arts Hall remained bustling, with students seizing the moment to practice without any disruption from the repeated changes of the Hall Master.

What Zhou Wu did every day was unknown to Wang Xuan, but it was known among the Martial Arts Hall that Senior Brother Chen Qingniu had started practicing fist techniques.

Master senior brother, who longed to be a Sword Immortal and the Sword Immortal in Wine, surprisingly began practicing fists. It was a strange thing, and stranger still was the presence of an old man with a tobacco pipe in the hall.

Chen Qingniu’s movements were slow, but his fist force was powerful. Each strike felt like a landslide, a force of momentum causing even the frightful onlookers to step back.

His punch also carried a penetrating intent, a sharp and impressive intent.

But as soon as it emerged, He the Sixth’s pipe tapped on his arm, shouting, “You little rascal, you’ve even practiced sword intent in your fists! Are you trying to annoy me to death?”

This was a huge joke, leaving Wang Xuan to chuckle to himself.

“Hey! I’m talking to you, looking as strong as a calf, laughing so happily, why don’t you and Qingniu throw a few punches together, hurry up.”

Now it was Wang Xuan’s turn to be taken aback, what did this have to do with him?

He the Sixth sealed Chen Qingniu’s cultivation level, matching it to Wang Xuan’s otherwise it wouldn’t have been a contest.

“Whoever wins, I’ll give him a beating, consider it your honor,” He the Sixth snorted.

“Hurry up, I haven’t had breakfast yet,” he urged.

(Lately, haven’t been feeling well, updates have been weak, really sorry.)

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