Chapter 12: The Tree Wants Quiet but the Wind Won't Stop

  It is September in the Western calendar, and it belongs to the third autumn.

  Li Qin had no choice but to start practicing the "Yan Yang True Classic". Another month or so passed. What delighted Li Qin was that he could already roughly use the first and second layers of Yan Yang's inner energy at will, the only difference being the fire level.

  In this world, no matter what kind of martial art you practice, in the end it all comes down to two words: fire and timing.

  It's the same martial art, but when used under the hands of a true warrior at the 9th level, it can't be compared to that of a true warrior at the 1st level.

  But the two words "fire and harmony" have no room for trickery or shortcuts; apart from bitter practice, it's still bitter practice. Practice makes perfect.

  Fortunately, Qin Wushuang had experience from his past life as a foundation, so he was able to practice at twice the speed. Within one month, he reached the second layer, and his progress couldn't be considered slow.

  Qin Wushuang is not just a person who only knows how to practice diligently, on the contrary, he pays attention to the movements around him at all times and will also verify what he has learned with the cultivation principles of this world.

  Having cultivated the Blazing Sun True Scripture to the second layer, one can look down on any Second-Order True Martial Realm expert in the world. Even if it's a Third-Order True Martial Realm cultivator, Qin Wushuang still has a 60% chance of winning.

  In terms of actual combat ability, a true opponent for him would be someone at the fourth stage of Zhen Wu Realm.

  But this is not enough to be his capital, the fourth stage of Zhenwu Realm - in short, in front of the eighth and ninth stages of Zhenwu Realm, it's not much different from Li Wu Realm.

  "Shinmu Kyō Nine...". Qin Musou muttered these few words, this term that was equivalent to the peak of his past life's power, seemed to be clearing up like the sky after a rain.

  "It seems I need to work twice as hard!" Qin Wushuang pointed with one finger, and a "hiss" sound was heard in the air. A leaf that was one meter away from him fell down with the momentum.

  This is the divine ability of "Ning Yang Finger", said to be an ancient martial art left behind by the Dali Imperial Family in a past life. The Dali Segment Clan, in China's ancient martial world, is indeed an ancient sacred land!

  Qin Wushuang did not rush to practice the top martial skills of his previous life, but instead chose two relatively suitable martial skills to match with the internal energy cultivation of "Yanyang True Classic", in order to enhance his actual combat ability.

  One is the "Condensing Yang Finger", and the other is the "Nine Yang Palm". Assisted by the "Inferno Yang True Classic" this internal energy martial art, the skills of these two martial techniques can be brought to a superlative level!

  Especially the "Condensed Yang Finger", when practiced to the extreme, can be upgraded to the "Tian Mai Condensed Vigor Sword". With a poke of the finger, it becomes a sword, releasing an invisible sword energy that kills without shape, making it impossible for others to defend against.

  At present, he has just grasped the key to "Ning Yang Finger", and it is obvious that he has not yet reached the stage of breaking out of his cocoon.

  The majestic Nine Suns Palm, discussing the tyrannical path's ferocity, surpassing even the Condensing Sun Finger. This was Qin Wushuang's past life's main attacking martial skill, and naturally he wouldn't miss it in this life either.

  The Nine Suns Palm is divided into nine forms. With his current cultivation of Flame Inner Energy, he can only manage to practice up to the third palm.

  One Yang rises, two Yangs compete in brilliance, three Yangs bring great prosperity...

  Until the ninth palm "Nine Yang Destroying the World", the power increases layer by layer, and when practiced to its peak, Qin Wushuang believes that even if it's a true martial artist at the ninth stage of the True Martial Realm, taking this palm would definitely be fatal.

  After practicing the first three palm techniques of "Jiuyang Palm" several times and gaining some insight, he stopped and then solidified them a few more times. Seeing that pedestrians were already walking on the road, he rushed back to Wudong Institute.

  Not yet arrived at his own dormitory, he was stopped by a flustered Donglin Town Wu Tong. Qin Wushuang had some impression of this Wu Tong, called Fang Xiaozhong, knowing that he and Hu Ziyin were close relatives, and could be regarded as one of Hu Ziyin's confidants.

  "Nothing... nothing, Second Brother." Fang Xiao Zhong rushed over with a look of alarm on his face.

  "What's wrong?" Qin Wushuang asked calmly.

  "Zi... Zi's brother was taken away by them."

  "Who?" As expected, he was unfortunately right. The group of people couldn't find him and would eventually vent their anger on someone else nearby.

  Although Qin Wushuang had deliberately distanced himself from Hu Ziyin, he still couldn't guarantee his safety.

  "It's Zhang Xian and them. I went to find the dean, but the dean happened not to be there." Fang Xiaozhong caught his breath and said in one go.

  "Coincidentally not around?" Qin Wushuang smiled coldly, ninety-nine percent of the time, Jin Yi wasn't coincidentally not around, but rather intentionally "not around".

  "Where did they take Ze Yan? I'll go and see." Qin Wushuang secretly admired Hu Zeyan, who had the courage to remind him to return to Donglintown a few months ago, showing that he was a person who valued friendship.

  Moreover, it cannot be allowed for innocent people to suffer because of oneself. This is the bottom line that Qin Wushuang has adhered to in his two lifetimes as a human being.

  Zhang Xian wasn't always looking to cause trouble again, was he? Well, let's just say it's a repayment for the favor his predecessor left him with his own body. Today, I'll settle that old account once and for all, and consider it a debt repaid to my predecessor!

  "Take me there." Qin Wushuang said lightly.

  "Fang Xiaozhong said: 'They went to the bamboo forest in the backyard, Brother Wusong, let's go see the principal again.'"

  "Don't go anymore, go to Bamboo Forest Hill!" Even if you go, it's all in vain. If someone doesn't want to be found, no matter how hard you look, it's still a waste of effort.

  Without saying a word, she grabbed his shoulder and quickly ran towards the bamboo forest in the backyard.

  The martial arts students of the Wu Tong Institute, seeing Zhang Xian and others take away Hu Zhiyan, knew that there would be a lively show to watch, so they all cheered and followed them as they ran towards Bamboo Forest Hill.

  Then see Fang Xiaozhong bring Qin Wushuang appear, but also feel stimulated, a premonition, wonderful content is about to be staged again!

  These martial arts masters are the ones who wish for chaos in the world, while others fight to the death, they themselves don't get hurt a single hair, and on top of that, they get to watch the excitement, what's not to love about this?

  "Look at that, Qin Wushuang just chased after him. Hasn't this kid been scared enough yet?" A martial youth said with a sneering tone.

  "This is the invincible Little Qiang, you know nothing! Maybe his kung fu skills started from being beaten up. Who has ever heard of learning to take a beating before learning martial arts?" Another young apprentice showed off his humor.

  "Reasonable, reasonable, haha. Could it be the legendary Enduring Hit Divine Technique, where one's cultivation advances a layer with each injury?" The previous martial youth sneered and said.

  "Haha, you guys are just talking nonsense. I bet ten taels of silver that Qin Wushuang is definitely dead this time. Zhang Xian and the others have been planning for so long, waiting for this opportunity. And Hu Ziyin is also unlucky, becoming a sacrifice."

  "Alas, who made the Qin family incompetent, yet their business is so large that it's envied by others? Death is certain, it's just a matter of how they die."

  "You think this kid's brain was damaged by the door, last time he escaped with his life, but instead of hiding back in Donglin Town, he actually came swaggering into Wudong Institute, he's asking for death."

  These martial youths gathered in groups of three or five, chatting and discussing, all talking about the same topic, which was how miserable Qin Wushuang would die this time.

  Bamboo Forest Hill is a cluster of low hills behind Wudongyuan Temple, planted with lush green bamboo, hence the name.

  When Qin Wushuang arrived, he looked up and saw that Hu Ziyin was being hung upside down between two long bamboos, with his feet pointing upwards and his head downwards, looking as wretched as possible.

  But Zhang Xian and others were nowhere to be found.

  Fang Xiaozhong looked around foolishly: "Huh? Where are those people?"

  "Hmm!" Qin Wushuang listened to the wind and knew that the group of villains was hiding behind the bamboo forest. Without exposing them, he lifted his toes off the ground, his body floating in mid-air, and pulled on the rope tied to Hu Ziyuan's body. Hu Ziyuan's entire body fell down with it.

  He stretched out his hand and hugged Hu Zhiyan. But saw that Hu Zhiyan was staring at him with a terrified expression, blinking her eyes rapidly.

  Too late for regrets! With a loud crash, two buckets of filth came pouring down from above, bringing with them a foul stench that drenched me from head to toe.

  Qin Wushuang reacted quickly and immediately jumped up. He turned in mid-air, kicked out with both feet, and landed on the two empty buckets.

  With a burst of leg strength, the two clean buckets changed direction in mid-air and flew towards the back of the bamboo forest.

  Wow!

  The force was so great that it was astonishing, passing through the depths of the bamboo forest, and the filthy things inside were scattered all over the ground.

  Inside, there was a sudden burst of ghostly wailing, and several stinking noble sons jumped out. One of them was Zhang Xian. These guys had secretly plotted against Qin Wushuang but failed, and instead got splattered with feces and urine, truly pathetic.

  It just so happened that a group of martial arts students who were passing by saw this and burst out laughing one after another.

  Qin Wushuang cut off the ropes on Hu Ziyuan's body with one slash, handed them to Fang Xiaozhong and said calmly: "You two go back first."

  Hu Zhiyan took the loss and stubbornly shook his head: "I won't go back! These people won't let you off, nor will they let me off. Today I'm not going anywhere, let them see that our Donglin Town's Wu Tong also has backbone. Not everyone is a coward and a cold-blooded animal!"

  The onlookers from Donglin Town, including the martial arts practitioners, were all embarrassed after hearing this. They secretly resented Hu Zeiyin's words for being too provocative and having a wide range of attacks, which was simply asking to be beaten up.

  Qin Wushuang gazed at Hu Ziyuan, and after a moment, nodded: "Alright, then stay here."

  That stinky guy ripped off his outer robe and stormed out, shouting: "You're a Qin, last time I didn't kill you, now your bones are itching again? Come on, come on, let me teach you a lesson."

  Qin Wushuang didn't want to get entangled with a group of martial arts children, but today was an exception. He had been waiting at the Martial Arts Institute for so long, wasn't it just waiting for these fools to deliver themselves to his doorstep? Today, that day finally arrived.

  "Zhang Xian, you mean to settle old scores?"

  Qin Wushuang's expression was calm and composed, his eyes narrowed as he gazed at Zhang Xian with a stern look.

  "Play another round! Play another round!"

  "Xiang Zhang, teach him a lesson! This time can't be repeated!"

  Zhang Xian hadn't even responded yet, but the martial arts students who were watching the commotion had already started to get worked up, shouting and cheering in waves.

  But Qin Wushuang, standing in the crowd, unexpectedly enjoyed all of this. He needed this kind of momentum, and the more lively it was, the happier he became.

  Staying in the Wudong Institute, one of the purposes is to deliver a fatal blow to Zhang Xian, thereby establishing the first prestige since reincarnation. Let the Qin family, which has been out of power for a long time, re-enter the mainstream vision?

  Although killing a little brat would damage the dignity of the former martial arts master, this kind of big fly, if you don't thoroughly pinch it to death, it will hum around your ears all day, making noise nonstop, and you won't even have a moment's peace.